typeface
large
in
Small
Turn off the lights
Previous bookshelf directory Bookmark Next

Chapter 98 Reality 3 - Bag Company?

 The night breeze brings a bit of coolness, the terrace is full of the sound of snacks, and the aroma of potato chips and French fries spreads in the wind.

After eating for a while, the three of them felt a little embarrassed.

The clouds started to rise first, "Hello, my name is Yun Tuan, and I am the cloud that is blocking the moon now."

"Xiamang, mango's mango, I'm allergic to mangoes." The girl wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses put down the lime-flavored potato chips. After saying that, she accidentally burped. She lowered her head in a hurry, her neck was red with embarrassment.

Get up.

"The times are clear, the energy of the four seasons is high, and the breeze is high."

Seeing that he couldn't escape, the boy in the plaid shirt raised his head and explained softly.

The corner of Yun Tuan's mouth twitched twice, and he finally held back his laughter.

The atmosphere relaxed a little, and the three of them returned to the state of looking at each other in silence, and then each lowered his head to find something to eat.

I just gnawed it for half an hour.

The two colleagues wearing glasses said goodbye to their boss one after another and turned to go downstairs.

...She doesn’t understand, she really doesn’t have a clear understanding of this corporate culture.

Yun Tuan folded the eaten potato chip bags into small square tofu pieces, put a small piece of tape on the joint, and threw it into the trash can.

After doing this small action, Jing Yu had already walked in front of him.

She found a bottle of fruit wine in the corner and took a sip to strengthen her courage. With a slight hint of alcohol, she said, "Boss, what are your work instructions?"

Jing He had already fallen asleep by the railing, lying carelessly, smelling of alcohol, and his whole body was as red as the apple monster in the previous instance.

"Your frequency of entering the park is similar to that of big anchors, but new employees will be assessed soon. If this continues, it will be too late." Jing Yu handed a black booklet to Yun Tuan, "Here are the stages that ordinary players will go through. You can

, as a reference."

"Thank you boss!"

Yun Tuan took it with both hands and bowed.

"You're welcome. Report to the Special Assistance Office next week and start work half an hour earlier than your current position. Don't be late."

"Okay!"

……

Yun Tuan was a little dizzy when she left the terrace. It all seemed like a dream - did they run a handbag company? A newly graduated college student can work in the Special Assistant Office. Her seniority, major and position requirements are not the same.

It matches too well, is this okay?

She held the book in her hands, barely feeling a sense of reality.

Party is a disguise, the purpose is to tell her about the transfer and pass on this "martial arts secret book".

But what do Jing Yu’s words mean...

She and the big anchors enter the park with the same frequency. Does that mean that new anchors don’t have to complete tasks so frequently?

Groups are tied together, so the minority obeys the majority, and new players are forced to clear dungeons.

The elevator is still stopped.

Yun Tuan scratched her head. When Shi Qing and Xia Mang left, she clearly heard the sound of the elevator going down. It was strange. Was the elevator still running normally intermittently?

A line of sight locked her.

Yun Tuan looked over warily, and saw a chubby child running away.

She removed the handrail that was shaking and walked down the stairs.

But she didn't see anyone until she reached the door of the single room.

Yun Tuan put the handrail next to the door and wrote a note on it with a sticky note, saying that he would repair it tomorrow and take a photo to confirm.

After entering the door, locking it, fastening the chain, and opening the doorbell, Yun Tuan yawned and sat down at the table, studying Jing Yu's notes under a dim lamp.

It is said that words are like the person they are. Jing Yu's handwriting is cold and solemn, and every stroke is clean and precise. When he encounters a long stroke, he only shows a slight edge and finishes with restraint.


This chapter has been completed!
Previous Bookshelf directory Bookmark Next