Going Into the World!

My best friends are Thomas and Crimson's Chief of Staff.

First, Thomas has been following me and helping me since I met him in the first semester and became a friend. From the moment I started working, I believed in myself unconditionally and have never been opposed to me until now.

I've known Thomas a long time since I took a class like Thomas or did a report assignment, so I can say that I know him well, and the true history of how he lived before is clearly seen by his postponements.

Thomas never doubts what I'm saying, so sometimes I wonder if he even has any ideas.

I feel like he doesn't even want to know why when I tell him to. Just say yes and we're done.

When I went to school, I was too busy to talk to them, and then I was often asked to write research assignments or reports for them.

Ordinary people say, "I'm not supposed to do this," or, "What if I get caught doing it for you?" 'I have to deal with suspicion and evasion.

But Thomas always just said, "Okay. 'I'm done. There is no hesitation or distinction between what I ask and what I ask. I'll just get rid of it.

If you think about IQ, it is a kind of wonder to see that the person who would be surprised anywhere else has no 'at all’ thoughts.

Usually people with "broken" heads think a lot, but Thomas just seems to have "good" brains. That good head pretends to work without words, so sometimes it's forgiven to do the wrong thing.

However, the unreasonable use of the server was discussed separately with the Data Center Director.

My left arm is Chief Crimson. Chief Crimson is a lifelong man who met me after having a hard time.

I still remember the desperate look in my eyes when I was first interviewed. I pledged my allegiance to several times saying thank you very much to me later.

Originally, the position of secretary was important, but the first was loyalty. It is the same with Seung-hoon Jung, the assistant chief in Korea.

Judging by his abilities, Chief Crimson has more color than the people who later joined him. Of course, when Director Crimson came in, JS Group and the current JS Group had a phase of difference between heaven and earth.

Particularly recently, the JS Group has made a name for itself, bringing together top talent from leading American universities and graduate schools.

Careers have also had outstanding talent from IT companies such as Microsoft, IBM and Hewlett-Packard, which have been recognized by ordinary companies such as Exxon Mobile, GE, Johnson & Johnson.

Why is it that none of the people who make such a splendid spectacle and yell "We're the best"?

Of course, there are many prestigious schools such as Harvard, Stanford and MIT.

Among the books I had fun reading a while ago, there was something about Mr. Jobs called "The 2nd Act of Steve Jobs."

The book contained an anecdote showing how many students wanted to work with Jobs, an icon of his time, at the time of his rise.

Young people said they had the idea that being by Jobs, the leading figure of the age, by themselves, was a big wave.

So Harvard graduates said that there was actually something absurd about working as receptionists at the entrance of the building, which is an extreme example of how severe the educational influences were around Jobs.

What's the receptionist doing now? I don't know, Jobs. Well, he must be living well somewhere.

Oh, I don't mean to be a receptionist, but I'm sure my companies are leading the Internet age. Of course, I often hear the words of a second jerk.

Demonstrates a reputation for attracting talent. Excellent talent just comes in, like the water flows in, and treatment is great, of course, but also seems to be a big factor in growth.

It is because there are many gaps in people's abilities as they go up.

Although the story is a different story, Mr. Crimson is also a talent from business school, but the main reason I trust him is because of my belief that being a person and not going behind my back.

I have previous experience managing many agencies and employees, so I am quick to see and have good relationships.

Secretarial directors play a number of roles in handling personal matters, taking good care of family members, and helping me focus on my work.

In this regard, Director Crimson deserves a pass mark. It's nice to take care of Jennifer's parents' birthday and let me know so I don't have to worry about all that complicated stuff.

Of course, there can be no power game between the chiefs and bosses, but it's not too much, so it's just like that.

There is also a security room, where secretaries, intelligence teams, and security rooms support me like three people.

My face has become widely known because of the media chatter over the past year, especially when I'm in my 50s and can't even move around comfortably.

We need more guards at the company level as well as those guarding data centers and information centers.

If the last of them who hate me break into the data center, it's gonna hit me pretty hard.

This is no joke after spending money on talent and asset protection.

Combining all of the information team's field agents and guards, we can now surpass 200.

In fact, we need more people, but Jason, the CIA leader, has borrowed the CIA's hiring style and has been rigorously filtered, so we can't increase them any faster.

Even if it took time, I agreed that it was better than raising a thief in the house.

Today, I suddenly came to the training ground to see how the security team is training and encourage them.

"Sir, you're here." Cliff Wayne, the head of the security guard, is waiting for you as you enter the training ground.

The agents and guards who were training on one side stop what they were doing and look at them as a whole. I was in a big hall where about 30 people were learning martial arts, and all of these courses were modeled after some CIA courses.

There's more than one martial arts lesson here. Despite everything the old staff teaches, they sometimes invite renowned martial artists to learn their own tricks.

While I stopped training, I approached people and greeted them.

"Oh, Eric, Marco, Kyle. We meet here again today."

"Yes, sir."

When I call out my name and become friendly, everyone loves it.

There's nothing like remembering a name and remembering personal history to build loyalty among your subordinates as chairman.

My memory's pretty good, so there's no pressure here. Although we don't remember all the names of tens of thousands of employees, at least the members of the intelligence team, the secretariat and the security room try to remember as much as possible.

In particular, people who came into contact with me were almost engraved in my head.

When I move and meet her, I always call her by name and ask her trivial questions, checking my memory and making her feel good.

I carry ten gift certificates in my pocket, and suddenly I run into them and ask for any anniversary or good things in my house.

Eric, who just greeted me, was 32 years old and married again last year, but the last time I saw him, he was a baby daddy.

I gave him a $500-dollar gift certificate congratulating him for remembering the details that Chief Crimson had given me, and I was so moved.

"Ashley's big, isn't she? Is Miss Angela well?" I even asked Erik about his baby and his wife.

"Yep. They're both doing well. How can you still remember.."

Erik is very surprised that I still remember the whole family. The staff next to me is confused about the relationship between me and Eric.

"Haha. I'm glad you're doing well. I want Ashley to grow up to be a big part of our company."

"Phew. You know, you're kind of lying on the floor right now."

Eric smiles awkwardly at my jokes, but his face is full of smiles. If this was a game, 'ting! Loyalty is up 1000 points!'

"How's Marco and his mother?"

"Yep. Goodbye."

Marco is a veteran who is the same age as me, but has been through all of Anterior Anterior Anthem. His real name is Marat Kokenov and he was born in Kazakhstan. I heard that Ji-ri was born in a poor family, went to Russia at the age of 12 to eat and preach dark places.

Then I heard that during the Yugo Civil War, he ate mercenaries in Serbia, but I think he followed me around in his late teens, because he was a big man.

I think I've suffered a lot since I was very young, since I didn't get old during the war.

I came to the United States because I accidentally ran off with my Albanian girlfriend and was swept away by the Kosovo incident. I was fortunate enough to receive 20,000 Kosovo refugees from the United States.

It can't be easy for Dan to get a proper job in the United States since he was a kid. I was in good health and volunteered for a large number of bodyguards with similar experience while deploying the construction site.

Although his stamina or marksmanship was first, it was my specialty that he almost got kicked out because of his impure history in checking the background with the CIA.

I used to stop by to see if I could get my secretarial, information, or guard room recruited. These three departments were also a little concerned about the bulk recruitment during the last year to give them some awareness.

Of course, the number of people increased explosively throughout the company, but I wanted to check them out myself because I still had to see the 'human' first with my skills.

There were also a couple of times in the security room interview, and Marco was one of them.

"Marco thinks he's been at war since he was too young and a little anxious."

"No, there was nothing else I could do. I just wanted to eat and live."

I can still see the look on Mr. Wayne's face. I asked him a question when I started Yahoo Alba, because I was surprised that I was a mercenary with a gun.

"Then what do you do better than others? Why should Marco be recruited if he has more peace of mind?"

Marco was speechless for a moment before answering my question.

"I... I could die for you if you just take care of my family."

"What??!"

When I remembered the awkward situation at that time, I smiled and said, "Piss off." I think it was quite a fresh shock because the tone and eyes were really young.

I used to think that some people would give up their lives and join the suicide squad, but the moment they heard Marco's story, it was like, "This guy! 'I had a feeling.

I hired him because I thought I needed one of these. Unlike me, he's pure and simple, so if you treat him well, he's much better than those who roll their heads.

"This is a new face." I don't remember the first person standing next to it. I trusted the memory and talked to him.

"Yep. I'm Chris Hall."

I'm a new employee, too, if I remember correctly. It's good to remember the employees, but it gets a little funny when it's wrong again. So it's better to keep your mouth shut if you don't remember.

"Welcome to the JS Group. You won't regret it."

"Yes! I'll work hard."

As I go along, shaking hands with 30 people, saying my name and statue, one by one, and exchanging light stories, Wayne and his assistant follow me. Maybe I just thought I'd remember one or two faces.

"How do you know all our names?"

As I go one way, I hear someone whispering in the ear of the person next to me. I develop more senses than anyone else, so I can hear them when I try to listen.

Everyone is looking at me, and the energy of surprise and emotion flows through the hall.

'Huh.This is what I learned from the book. If you work a little hard, there won't be too many people dying for me.'

The guards, they stick with me all the time. You usually need to increase loyalty and intimacy. So we don't betray them at the crucial moment.

To be a great boss, you usually have to build an hill. Hehe.

Even the grunts who have eaten for decades in my proverbial narratives, whoosh, whoosh, are my bodyguards.

People in this profession should go through their breasts rather than their heads. I decided to go to the end while enhancing my loyalty.

"I'm here today as a group, should I train with the team here?"

"Old!? From you?

I'm surprised that my request sounded wrong, and the instructor next to Mr. Wayne is surprised. I feel hesitant about that embarrassed expression.

"Haha. I'm young, too. And for the last decade or so, I've been working out every day for an hour. And I used to learn some martial arts."

"Yes? Really? If you say so."

When I get out strong, what are they gonna do? My employer will do it. I came out dressed like this in my pre-prepared workout clothes.

When I came out, everyone seemed to be surprised but not disgusted. Especially the atmosphere is warm because I pretended to be close to them once and for all.

After briefly warming up along the instructor, I learned the moves along with others. The basic movements were made along with guidance and mainstreaming, and Krav Maga's hands-on movements were learned in Mossad, Israel's intelligence agency.

"Wow. You're exercising. I didn't know you were this good."

"Really? Haha. But where would you go as an expert?"

In fact, I don't have anywhere else to go. Explosively strong compared to muscle mass.

The beast was just sleeping inside me because I had nothing to be in danger of for the past few years and nothing else to boast about. Today, as I move vigorously, I feel a sudden burst of strength, surprising the instructor who is facing me.

"Huh. Maybe this is what I saw..."

In fact, I may be more empowered, but I pretended to lose at the end because nothing would benefit me. How embarrassing it would be to lose to the chairman... Of course, if I really fought, I wouldn't have much skill.

After two hours of sweating, my breasts were full. Also, when men became acquainted during workouts, the attitude of the guards changed dramatically.

It seems you've clearly been recognized as someone close to you, far away.

But we can't always play together. I cleaned up and changed my clothes.

"Good work today. And it feels good to exercise with you guys."

I encouraged Chief Wayne, his instructors and his team to sweat together because of me.

"Haha, it's good that we're exercising with you."

"Yes, come and visit often."

"This place is always open."

Everyone smiles and says something.

"Give me 32 singles." I sent a signal to the executive assistant who was waiting next to me. I always carry $50, $100, $200, and $500 in my secretarial office, knowing that I give out gift certificates.

The secretary quickly took out 34 $100 bills from his bag.

When the guards came out of the bag, they were all expecting something.

"Here's one for each of you. The instructor and the dean put in a lot of effort because of me, so you should get one more."

"Wow."

"Whew!"

"Thank you."

Everyone loves gift certificates like children. It's no big deal, but free is exciting. I feel a little funny shaking my gift card around.

"Haha. It's nice to exercise and receive gifts."

He jokes that even Chief Wayne is good. Whoo-hoo. No servers for free.

"Also, the security teams are very empowered to hold a banquet. You can ask Chief Crimson for the expenses separately. I'm paying for it, so I'm not going to make it salty."

Shoot me again while I'm at it. I feel so old.

"Wow! Ah!"

"Yes!"

"Chairman, you're the best."

"Such a big barrel!

This time the reaction is very explosive. There is a blatant Abu's "Yongbyer Cheonghae" bursting from everywhere - whistling. Phew.

I think a gift certificate will fall into the hands of my wife if I have a family. Of course, the female escorts will have them. Men can be a little disappointed.

The reception is something that the people here have, so the reaction is much better. Moreover, they are athletes, so they are good at eating and drinking.

I am delighted to leave the training ground for a hot transfer.

"Heheh. Is this why you used to make the emperors shout 'Long live'? '

It sounds blatant, but it's been a while since I heard you speak louder than I thought. I'm a snob no matter what. Hahahaha!

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