The supervisor does not die from a debt

"In many cases, the loss of these equipment is caused by you."

The supervisor nodded earnestly: "Yeah, I understand. Then, there is no way, so I have to increase the subsidy to Futaba..."

At the same time, Futaba’s small portrait appeared on the left side of the screen wall, and she replied earnestly while typing on the keyboard: “At this time, usually, I remember... um, what I should answer is that it’s not easy to notice in the future It’s right to destroy the equipment. This is what the intelligence said."

"Ahaha...Don't care about that kind of trifle! That little girl seems to be attacking the employee again, why not take care of Futaba?

"Oh oh! It's true, then I'll be out of company first..."

After Futaba left, the golden tip flashed and then turned into Bell's little head: "If the supervisor is boring, do you want to come to my office to rest? I have oranges ready! "

Hearing "Orange", the supervisor turned his head slowly, then lowered his head and looked at the red ledger. It was rare to converge to the usual relaxed and leisurely attitude, but he still answered her with ease.

"Hmm... a little bit, how about a while? I need to check the last bit of the ledger."

After such prevarication, the supervisor slowly turned the account book, and more red paint was warning the supervisor that she was close to bankruptcy.

In fact, it doesn't matter if you go bankrupt. Anyway, someone cooks every day. If you are too hungry, Tomono will bring some food... But, it's still not good?

While thinking about it this way, a sharp alarm sounded from the picture on the screen wall, and several containment chambers quickly lit up red, and then quickly dimmed again, as if nothing had happened.

However, no matter how slow the work is, even if the work is nearing the end, the supervisor sighed and closed the ledger, and then glanced worriedly at the screen wall-in there, there was a slender leg and neck with a neck Hanging a crooked Libra bird is walking.

Then a group of employees swarmed and drowned it in the crowd.

Picking up the notebook from the table, the supervisor lightly jumped into the elevator prepared for her, and after enjoying the low-speed navigation of 200KM/H very easily, the elevator door made the sound of multiple hinges and airtight doors releasing pressure.

When the elevator slowly opened in front of her eyes, she was greeted by an orange flying at high speed.

After she took it skillfully, the familiar configuration in the room was ignored by the supervisor. After she jumped out of the elevator, she almost stepped on the clarinet that was thrown there for some reason.

"Just now I was thinking about what kind of work music I will play for you when I work tomorrow-such a thing, so the room is a little messy, please don't mind."

"Of course not, Ling is so cute, I will be forgiven for everything!"

"Eh~ Is it because of my cuteness?"

The supervisor put the documents in his hand on a tray that is very suitable for some reason, and then shook his head: "It includes cuteness."

Ling seemed quite happy, although she was very happy most of the time—then, shaking her head and turning back to her desk, taking care of today's work seriously.

After all, I haven't gotten off work yet, and work has to be handled. Not everyone can be like a supervisor, eat some snacks while at work, look at the documents, and supervise everyone by the way, whether there is any danger.

Fortunately, it didn’t take long. Today’s work was over. When Ling lay on her desk and announced that today’s work was over, everyone began to check the results of the work, entered the night guard mode, and strengthened the suppression of force field convection. I saw...

The supervisor is serious, serious, and has no common sense. He is tapping her grand piano with two index fingers to make it make noises that may want to be coherent, but are not music at all.

"Well... it still feels so difficult. Sure enough, I still don't know much about things other than games. Is the harmonica easier?"

Ling recalled the appearance of the supervisor almost breaking the harmonica, and shook her head to make the pair of leaf-like bows dangle on her head.

"I don't think it's that difficult actually. Speaking of which, the work has ended smoothly today. Has the supervisor come up with a way to make your finances a little more generous?"

The supervisor hugged his arms, and after thinking about it for a while, he took off his glasses: "The easiest way is to...Ling to increase my salary ration?"

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It is of course impossible to increase rationing. Even if the supervisor has solved an external node, allowing the company to slightly control some external situations and some internal adjustments within the company, resources are still in short supply-after all, money cannot be changed out of thin air. .

So after the supervisor’s request was subtly rejected by Ling, she did not show any special disappointment. She just closed the piano lid and refused the orange soda from the robotic arm controlled by Ling.

There was the sound of activity again from the elevator next to it. When it opened again, it claimed to be'sister', and almost everyone would call her'Miss Sister', the director of the second district of the central headquarters silently walked out of the elevator.

"The work is over, today's work is relatively smooth, I hope you will continue to maintain it."

"Well--but, I didn't actually manage it at all. It's obviously that everyone is taking care of it. I can only sit and watch it? Isn't it a bit too much!"

"Not at all. According to the assessment, the probability of a crisis in the supervisor's work is 95%. The probability of a department head in charge of the work is 1%."

The supervisor subtly bulged his cheeks, suddenly left from the piano, and walked to the'sister' in three steps and two steps: "Although I have experienced so much before, I have always been suspicious, Bell... Miss sister, yes Isn't the recovery not complete enough? I always feel as rigid as before."

Ling sent a few documents to the scanner and shook his head happily: "No, the recovery is very good. Don't worry. I believe the company and my technology, in this kind of thing, there will be no mistakes. of!"

The supervisor nodded, then stretched out his hands, grabbed the cheek of the'sister', and pulled it slightly to the sides. Although the other party's expression looked very strange, he still maintained a very standard posture.

"Please stop this meaningless behavior, I'm fine."

"Hey...but I don't think it's good, how should I put it, Miss Sister feels cold."

The supervisor did not stop, but suddenly went around behind her, and then hugged the'sister' very affectionately - there was still a little gap between the front and the back.

Even if the other party is wearing a uniform, the supervisor can easily feel that his body is still very soft under that somewhat rigid clothing.

"Please stop this meaningless behavior, I'm fine."

After thinking for a while, the supervisor turned to the'sister' and shook his finger, then took off the glasses and put them on the other's face-very suitable, now she looked like a shrewd and capable secretary.

"I understand!"

The supervisor clapped his hands and said as if suddenly realized: "I have said in the books I read before that Miss Sister is repeating some established words in a word, but it is essentially a repeater."

"I am a human."

"You are a repeater."

"I am a human."

"You are a repeater."

"I am a human."

"Well, then I am a repeater."

"It would be great if you could understand."

"No, humans are a reed that can think, so is my sister a reed?"

"I am a human."

The supervisor sighed, turned his head to look at the bell that was already lying on the table, trembling, desperately suppressing the laughter, and then turned back to look at the'sister' who had been standing there in a standard posture.

"Ling~ My sister really hasn't been cured yet, so I decided, how about lending her to me today? I want to talk to her about some things. Such a personality will definitely cause problems in society."

Holding her aching belly with a smile, Ling nodded: "It's okay. I also support the supervisor and my sister to communicate more. This kid always listens to me, and sometimes it's very distressed."

She stretched out her hand and gestured with a thumb: "So, as long as you don't break it, the supervisor, come on-by the way, are you going to stay with me for dinner today? I thought of a brand new dish."