The supervisor does not die from a debt

From the perspective of scale, it is almost fully formed, which is particularly powerful.

"During the long work, I have learned one thing, the more a person is scheming, the less able he is to improve."

The supervisor suddenly said this, then he sat on the chair with his arms folded, waited for a while, and looked at Chino, who also opened his eyes in confusion and stared blankly.

The supervisor rubbed his forehead: "At this time, if someone tells me,'What the hell do you want to say?! Supervisor', I will probably be very happy."

"Woo... Well, maybe I don't understand too much, and I can't keep up with the supervisor..." Chino lowered his head a little guilty, so that the supervisor quickly corrected it, saying that it was just a sudden nervousness. It doesn't matter if I don't know. and many more.

Futaba suddenly stopped his hand movement: "Speaking of it, just now, it seems that there is still something that hasn't been delivered, brother, look, this is it!"

Then he took out a plate from under the table. Inside was a piece of meat that was grilled very well, and it was still steaming, even the white, slightly charred meat that was a little irritating to the supervisor who was just full.

The supervisor scratched his head: "I'm already full, so don't use it. Why do you give such a small piece and take it out after the meal."

As he spoke, he had already taken the fork from Tomano's hand, and gently fiddled with the piece of barbecue-and then saw with horror that it actually wriggled a few times by itself.

As if seeing the snake’s first reaction, the supervisor flew out with a flick of his fork, and he stepped back on the table, but unexpectedly discovered that whether it was Chino or Futaba, All behaved so strangely.

He drew back the chair in a serene manner, and the supervisor looked at the flesh still squirming and twitching in place and asked, "Uh...who will explain? What is this?"

Futaba raised his hand: "I know! It's a barbecue, a special one!"

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that it is special!

The most reliable Tomino took out a small communicator from her pocket, which looked like a mobile phone but not that kind of thing-after she ordered it, she told the supervisor seriously.

"That... Director, Miss Christina said, do you remember asking her about an anomaly before?"

There are so many things to ask, which one is it?

After pondering for a long time, the supervisor shook his head, saying that he didn't know this at all, because there were too many things to do every day, and it would be excusable to forget that a little bit.

On the computer monitor, the gorgeous cutscene CG suddenly stopped, and then returned to the desktop. When Christina's bust appeared on the screen, she said coldly: "You asked me about [Big Bird] Research progress."

"And after that, very puzzling questions were asked. After the company's meticulous research, we made some of the materials that have been researched and not used into what you see now."

The supervisor looked at the meat that was still wriggling, and secretly swallowed his saliva: "So, so, this piece of meat is..."

"Yes, it is the body from [Big Bird]. It is consistent with your needs, non-toxic, harmless, practical, and non-man-made."

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In the end, the supervisor still didn't have the courage to eat the abnormal meat. After all, even just looking at it, the supervisor felt that his common sense was losing, let alone cutting it, putting it in his mouth, chewing, and then swallowing it.

Although I heard that there is a custom of eating raw octopus in some places, the supervisor does not plan to try it at all.

So the supervisor didn't touch the food on the plate this time, but bowed to the plate with his hands folded, then picked it up without hesitation and threw it into the garbage collection port next to it.

"Think about this kind of thing. If you really eat it, the ghost knows if anything will change, such as an eye on my belly button, or an extra pair of claws on my back."

When explaining this, the supervisor clapped his hands and returned to the position to sit down: "However, it seems that two hands are not bad. Then I can have six arms with one head and six arms and have more hands to do more..."

Christina usually turns a blind eye to his occasional convulsions, but this time Futaba is still in the office. She is busy reviewing and transferring the games and other things on the supervisor’s computer to the database. Hearing what the supervisor says Suddenly he stretched out his finger and shook it.

"There is indeed a lot of arm abnormalities in the company, but you have also seen it. Every day it encounters makes people feel very curious. Why does it always run out of the containment room?"

Chino blinked and tried to remember for a while, only to remember that she was talking about [Death Butterfly Funeral].

"So just think about it, Christina said before, as long as I am willing to pay a salary, I can really customize my body...but forget it, I am satisfied with myself now, everywhere."

So the office returned to the previous rhythm. The supervisor was seriously playing a platform jumping game. Tomono arranged the sails and net ropes of the boat in a bottle, and Futaba...

She was thinking hard about how to choose a suitable time to apply to Christina to add additional mounting programs. After all, the other party used to request them. While she was working on it, she optimized the entire process and never thought about other things.

The supervisor tilted his head and glanced, and found that Futaba was lying on the table: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh so much trouble, it is better to plug into the employee network directly, um, it is much easier."

"Wait, wait, it's okay to apply directly to Chris for this kind of thing, oh yes, Futaba, you see, I called Chris out, you just like this... this, then this... can it be done? ?"

Futaba opened his eyes wide and nodded continuously: "Oh oh...no problem, it's a piece of cake for me. However, as my brother said, as long as I apply, will my proposal pass?"

With a thumb, the supervisor tried to make himself look normal and replied: "Ah, that's for sure. Trust me."

Author's message:

PS: Thanks for the reward of Naako the Scarlet Ammo~

PS4:...It's getting late, so desperate...Forget it, ask for a ticket for the blade, the end of the month!

348. Even if you can't turn around and take charge, it's good to take a breath (End of this volume)

After finishing the collar, the supervisor closed the game, and then sat up very seriously: "Chris, are you there?"

A few seconds later, Christina's figure appeared on the computer monitor, as cold as ever: "Although I really want to answer'no'. But unfortunately, according to the agreement, I must always respond to your calls."

Beside the supervisor, Futaba quickly arched his waist and began to tap on his laptop keyboard, while Tomano looked at the computer monitor curiously.

"Well... it's like this. I combined with Futaba before. I think the reason why the company's atmosphere is so depressing is that in most cases, it depends on the employees that there is no more place to reduce the pressure."

Of course Christina knew about the supervisor's excessive concern about employees, so she didn't answer, and waited quietly for the supervisor to continue editing.

"So you see, because the company prohibits any beliefs, employees have no other way to reduce stress after get off work, except for drinking and having fun, walking on the road, or chatting with others, right?"

"The company intimately prepared a large number of chess and card games with logical thinking ability for employees, suitable for almost all employees, there is no lack of means as you said."

Christina said this suddenly, and then added: “If you fall into depression due to excessive stress, the security department manager has a complete mental healing potion to ensure that employees will not fall into despair.”

Isn't it just a shot that the company is more humane than imagined?

The supervisor shook her head quickly and looked at Futaba from the corner of the eye. She was adjusting the procedure enthusiastically, and it seemed very smooth: "Uh, what I mean is to add some new and more efficient decompression methods to employees. It’s not about canceling the old model."

"Moreover, Futaba is in a good state now, and has more spare energy to do these things, such as allowing employees to connect to the local area network, increase collaboration capabilities in mutual competition, and reduce stress by the way..."

Mouthful--Although it is actually only submitting part of the company's open LAN upgrade project in place of Futaba, but from the supervisor's mouth, it seems to be to promote the company-wide thing that was previously lonely and single of.

However, to his surprise, Christina did not coldly say such words as'veto'.

"Your proposal, before the success of the intelligence department's appeasement sequence, may not be possible, or even just increase the burden on the company. But now it is not the case."

When Christina said this, the data gradually condensed a pair of cat ears on her head that looked like her hair, but the fluff inside was white and fluffy.

She didn't realize it, and continued to close her eyes and said seriously: "The head of the intelligence department, after experiencing a long and deteriorating confusion, found herself and established contact with you. You have no idea about this description. ? So what about another way of saying it."

"After your successful appeasement until now, the smoothness of the company's system and the ability to eliminate crises have increased by 50%, but this is not the limit."

The supervisor turned her head and saw Futaba sitting cross-legged in a chair nonchalantly, typing on the keyboard happily, as if she would be very happy if she did this... Maybe that's it.