Don't follow the rules

Chapter 239 Sunday Program Production Center (79)
Fortunately it's summer and everyone is wearing short-sleeves, so it shouldn't be difficult to find someone with a tattoo on their wrist.

As long as they find people and understand the mechanism of punching, they can think of ways to deal with it, and then the patrolman on duty will no longer be a threat.

Ning Yao stood up and prepared to go out to synchronize the news with Chunyu.

"nobody?"

When I opened the door of the flower-shaped group, I found that the large ceiling light in the middle of the corridor had been turned off, and instead the small wall lights with lower energy consumption were turned on, making the entire space slightly darker than before.

However, considering that the company's employees often stay up all night on Sundays, the corridor lights cannot be completely turned off and must be kept illuminated forever. Therefore, large lights and small lights are alternately used to reduce the loss of light bulbs.

Unlike the fringe flower-character group, which has quietly gone off work, the offices of other groups are still brightly lit and busy.Working overtime, staying up all night, and working around the clock are all normal tasks for employees in the later period.

"It seems that I have overthought it. How could there be no one? It's really abominable. Even the light bulbs have to be rotated to extend their service life, but they dare to let human employees work all night without restraint..."

Ning Yao passed by the busy editing team and saw that almost everyone was holding a cup of Espresso.

"I'm afraid that the iced American style is no longer enough to refresh them. They drink coffee at their own expense to refresh themselves while working for others. Wow, it really makes capitalists cry when they see it."

He walked lightly and looked forward and backward in the corridor for a moment to make sure there was no trace of the attendant. Then he slowly walked up to the wall and looked through the glass into the editing room window.

There is a hard-working employee sitting in front of each camera in the room, but at the same time there are still many people wandering around the computer room, and everyone seems to have something to do.

"It's good to have more people, let me see which little cutie has a garlic tattoo on his hand~"

Ning Yao lay closer to the window. Taking advantage of the bright interior and dim corridor, the people inside could not see the figures outside the glass. He almost pressed his entire face against the glass, and his nose was so crowded that it turned up. .

As Ning Yao had expected before, it was summer and everyone was indeed wearing short-sleeves. But what he didn't expect was that in order to prevent the machine room from getting too hot, the air conditioner in the computer room was turned down to a very low level. Many people were wearing air conditioners. blanket or light jacket.

This made it impossible for him to see everyone's wrists through the window.

"Or should I turn off the air conditioner quietly?" Ning Yao muttered to herself against the window.

Suddenly, someone tapped me on the shoulder from behind.

"What the hell..." Ning Yao was peeping excitedly, and was so frightened by this shot that she almost screamed.

"Rao Qian, can you walk without making a sound? You scared me." Ning Yao came down from the windowsill cursing.

Rao Qian raised one foot and shook it: "Soft and comfortable cotton slippers, you deserve them."

As he said that, he curiously lay down where Ning Yao had been: "What are you looking at? I'll look at it too."

Ning Yao explained: "I just got the news that there is an intern with a Garlic King...er...Bulbasaur tattoo on his wrist. His employee card has been punched three times. I want to find him and ask him about the punching."

"So you just stay here and climb through the window?"

"What else? Should I go in and pull them to check their arms?" Ning Yao rolled her eyes, suddenly remembered something, grabbed Rao Qian's clothes and dug inside.

"Eh, eh? Don't do anything."

"Where's your dog whistle? Help me check who has a tattoo on their wrist."

"……What are you doing?"

Chunyu's voice sounded from behind them, obviously without any emotion, but inexplicably full of coldness.

Ning Yao quickly let go: "Nothing done!"

Rao Qian covered his chest, looking like he had been molested: "You are so strong, you bitch, my collar was torn off!" Ning Yao raised his hands high in a gesture of surrender: "Don't talk nonsense, I haven't even met you."

Chunyu rubbed his eyebrows helplessly: "I just saw it."

"You saw it..." Ning Yao put down his hands angrily, "That... we are innocent."

Chunyu was too lazy to talk nonsense: "Rao Qian, why did he pull your clothes?"

Rao Qian: "He asked me to help him find someone. He said he was looking for someone with a tattoo on his wrist."

Ning Yao continued to explain behind Rao Qian.

"Wrist tattoo? An intern in the planning team?" Chunyu was puzzled. "Then what are you looking at in the window of the editing team?"

Rao Qian tightened his collar and stood up to explain to Ning Yao: "The guys in the coordinating team generally don't do the engineering work themselves. They are mainly responsible for marking people, docking and promoting progress. Indeed, they rarely work with them. Staying in your own office, Ning Yao coming to the editing team to look for someone is not the wrong place."

Chunyu nodded: "Then help him look for it. Being able to ask about drilling will also make it easier for us to try to sneak into the second floor later."

Rao Qian took out the silver dog whistle from the ripped collar, held it in his mouth and blew it gently.

The whistle produced by the dog whistle is far higher than the frequency that the human ear can detect. It is an ultrasonic wave, so even if Rao Qian blows the whistle very widely, it will not alarm anyone.

The three people's eyes converged towards the editing room.

The editing room was not affected by the dog whistle at all. It was still very busy. People were constantly walking between the work stations, and some were furiously typing on the keyboard without raising their heads. It was exactly the same scene that Ning Yao saw just when he opened the window.

After blowing for only a short while, Rao Qian put away his silver whistle.

"How about it?"

Rao Qian shook his head: "No, I found two people with tattoos on their arms, but I didn't find anyone with Bulbasaur tattoos on their wrists alone."

"It seems like it's not here." Ning Yao was discouraged.

Chunyu looked away: "It's normal that he can't be found. After all, this is not the office of the coordinating team. If the target is an intern, he may not have been sent to the editing room."

Ning Yao raised his head: "So I still have to go to the coordinating team's office to have a look."

Rao Qian was worried: "What if the intern gets off work?"

Ning Yao shrugged with a good attitude: "If you can't find anyone, just force it. Anyway, before I got the news, we originally planned to try to go to the second floor tonight."

He took out his work card and said, "I still have two lives. It doesn't matter if I get caught. Don't panic."

Rao Qian was still a little worried: "But if we forcefully sneak into the second floor like this, if we are caught, we will be treated as commercial espionage or something, right?"

"It's okay." Chun Yu flexed his muscles, "Hit everyone we meet on the road until they lose consciousness, and our stealth will not be discovered."

Ning Yao laughed dryly: "The last time I heard about this combat plan was when I was playing "Assassin's Creed"..."

Chunyu had already raised his feet and walked towards the direction of the coordination team: "As long as the tactics are effective."

Ning Yao could only keep his complaints in his stomach: What kind of tactic is this?Isn't this just reckless...

(End of this chapter)