The supervisor does not die from a debt

32. When it comes to the old profession, people will become confident

It's really hard to tell her the cruel truth that "the employees have misunderstood, so no one may come today." The supervisor gave a dry cough and turned his head to look aside.

But Chino seemed very happy, maybe because her friends had increased, and being able to live with them made her satisfied enough.

After drinking the last bit of coffee, the supervisor glanced at the time on the computer monitor and scratched his head with some doubts: "Strange...the time should have come, why hasn't it come..."

Tomano was a little curious: "Supervisor, who are you waiting for?"

"Ah, that's right, I asked Christina to find Justin for me after get off work, and I want to tell him something... Do you remember the work report I asked him to write when I was working?"

Tomino nodded. She also helped to participate in pencil drawing, drew out the picture just described by Justin, and then performed a cognitive test.

"Later, I wrote a strategy... Well, did you give him a job suggestion? I want to ask him about management-wait for the meeting, and discuss work matters with employees here, is it okay?"

"It's okay, let's just say, I'm actually very happy...it's nothing, you don't need to care."

Chino smiled and took away the empty cup that was sent back. The slightly happy look made the beloved and Rise peeking beside them feel novel.

Usually Chino is sullen because of the income deficit, or she has that cute face so that employees privately spread false messages such as'this department head is very strict'.

After a while, when the supervisor started to drink the second cup, Justin knocked on the door of the coffee shop very politely, and then opened the door and walked in.

Chino ran over to welcome him with a small step, which made Justin flattered, his eyes widened, and then he sat down awkwardly, and under the beloved kind introduction, shiveringly ordered a cup of the most expensive coffee.

No way, the department head is next to him. Although there is a flight display with'no.signal' in front of him, the supervisor is sitting behind.The two top executives of the company looked at themselves, and it must be fake if they were not nervous.

Could it be that I got this inexplicably... only a hat I can wear, which caused the company to feel that it has mutated and needs to resign?!

Just staring at the screen nervously, and then, from it, a mechanical sound that has been filtered through multiple layers and can no longer distinguish the gender: "Don't panic, calm down, I just want to ask you a few small questions."

Sitting at the desk, the supervisor took out the fax copy from the drawer, flipped through it, and said, “Because the information you provided about the anomaly is very familiar to me, I wrote something that might be useful to me. You, is that useful?"

The 2.5-headed Justin expression on the wall of the screen instantly became richer. He said excitedly: "Did you write it? It works... No, it should be said to be incredibly useful!"

It actually works.

After that, Justin vividly recounted what he experienced while working for [(tentative) old woman].

It is worth noting that only he saw the world that should be called the "Hunter Dreamland", and Joey, who also often worked for this anomaly, could not see anything.

The supervisor pondered for a while, and finally came to an unreliable conclusion-maybe Justin was the chosen son of heaven.

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The communication with Justin was quite pleasant. The supervisor almost thought that he was actually chatting with a newbie who was "suffering and cursed" instead of with his own employees... and by the way, he also gave some tips on speed communication.

Justin's expression when he left was completely different from the trembling look when he entered the shop. The whole person seemed to be shining, so that several employees who paid attention to this side were very curious about what happened to him in the coffee shop. What has arrived.

After the flight screen representing the supervisor also swayed away, several more courageous employees stepped into the coffee shop that was taboo for them for the first time.

As for the supervisor, because he did not have the permission to enter the rest area of ​​the lower-level employees, he can only wander around on the upper three floors at present, and some, such as life improvement equipment shops, are also because he has a lofty ideal. Not dare to step in.

Yes, in order to be able to remove the cognitive filter in the rest area, the supervisor is trying his best to make himself more capable.

Zoom the screen, and then drag it to the far right. The bar with a sign larger than the shop is still open... Then do you want to have a drink?

After hesitating for a while, the supervisor finally decided to take a seat.

Taking advantage of the fact that there are not many guests right now, the supervisor zoomed the picture so that the inside of the bar appeared in front of him.As he expected, there is only one bartender and two sporadic guests here.

Pulling the picture straight to the bartender, the supervisor thought for a while, and after looking at his deposit balance on the computer monitor, he cautiously stretched out his finger: "Then what...hmm...give me a glass of sparkling sweet wine, No alcohol if possible?"

"There is soda in the vending machine. Buy a can of yourself. Why order such expensive wine."

The bartender relentlessly vomited, but she still repeated to confirm whether she really wanted to drink this kind of'wine'.

The last thing the supervisor tasted was a cocktail with some alcohol added.And the right to chat with the bartender before the next guest comes to talk.

After hesitating for a while, the supervisor lowered his head and belched: "There is a comparison...well, I don't know if it is a small offensive question. For example, do you have two bartenders here?"

On the screen, the lady bartender's movements stopped, she tilted her head slightly: "Your drink volume is much smaller than expected."

The supervisor rubbed his eyes: "No... I didn't see your hallucinations, but the girl next to you, with black hair, a little shorter than you, and wearing a black sailor suit... She is also a little better in figure. Isn't it another bartender?"

"..."

The bartender paused, and poured various ingredients that only she could understand into a metal flask: "anna, this terrible supervisor is looking for you."

In the end, however, the supervisor did not speak to the girl whose body became translucent from time to time, because she just smiled and waved, and then disappeared.

Fortunately, the bartender suddenly told the supervisor that the girl named'anna' thought it was not the time to communicate with the supervisor.But that's not to say that she hates supervisors-it's just that she can't do it right now.

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33. Sometimes it is true that you can only act by luck

As a new manager, I have only spent three days safely, and there are many bizarre things that are really out of reach. The manager himself knows this very clearly.

Just like the words "Ignorance is safety" written in a book, knowing too much will reduce the spiritual upper limit of the knower and eventually reduce to going to a mental hospital to eat cockroaches.

The supervisor felt that he might not even have to eat cockroaches.

Returning the wine glass, the supervisor gave a long yawn, and he felt a headache when he thought that a new anomaly would be delivered tomorrow.

According to this growth rate, even the next many days can be spent lucky, but there will always be an extreme value...At that time, the supervisor has no doubt that he will encounter absolutely unsolvable troubles.

But the more you think in this direction, the more upset you are, so that after a short while, Christina rarely appears on the supervisor's computer monitor during the break.

"It was detected that the supervisor's spirit was close to the extreme value, and no source of panic was found. It is speculated that the supervisor has fallen into a self-logic error. The best solution is to spray a large amount of ice and water mixture."

Following her words, the supervisor looked up and saw a black iron pipe about thirty centimeters in diameter facing him-are you really just jetting water?

He hurriedly waved his hand: "It's okay, it's just that I suddenly thought of a long-term, uncertain future, and then I was a little worried."

New text continued to appear in the dialog box next to Christina, and her voice also came to the supervisor’s ears: "Your concern is too unnecessary. However, this is normal. There used to be many supervisors, just like you. Had such troubles."

Her bust changed its posture, but there was no change in her expression: "Then, let’s change the way. When you worry about indifferent, the energy delivered by you is more than the best results in the past. It’s 30% higher."

"Thirty percent...I don't really feel it."

"You may not feel it, but for those who use these energy sources, this is the level that allows them to raise their hands, cheer and even hit the wall with their heads to calm themselves."

Is it really that exaggerated...