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Badman hadn't been happy for long about Wagner's return when his communicator suddenly rang. The caller ID showed - General Manager.

His joy was instantly shattered.

Badman's smile froze. He took a deep breath and put on what he thought was the most perfect expression of humility and respect. Then he slowly answered the call.

"Hello, General Manager. I'm Badman."

"Badman! What the hell are you doing?! It's been over a week, where are the invoices? Where are the performance reports? I looked through them over and over again, and all I saw were zeros! Damn it!"

There was a roar of anger on the other end of the communicator, and the questioning was like a machine gun, with every word like a bullet, shooting densely at Badman.

The smile on Badman's face completely disappeared, replaced by stiffness and embarrassment.

He subconsciously glanced at Wagner who was standing beside him. The latter was staring at his nose and his nose was focused on his heart, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

"General Manager, please calm down and listen to my explanation..." Badman lowered his voice to a very low level, like the hum of a mosquito, for fear of adding fuel to the fire.

"Explain? Explain that you've closed down? Do you know that the company burns money every day to maintain the operation of the time-space reversal technology? Money! Are you worthy of the company? Are you worthy of me?"

The other party's rage grew even stronger, and saliva seemed to be spurting out of the communicator. Badman could even imagine the other party's flushed face and distorted expression.

"I'll give you one last chance. Three days! Within three days, I want to see that zero turn into a positive number! If you don't, you'll have to pack up and leave!"

"General Manager, please listen to me." Badman knew that the other party couldn't see him, but he couldn't help but put on a flattering smile on his face, and his tone was humble to the dust.

"This is all the aftermath of the last Creation God terrorist attack. You know about that incident, it was all on the news.

"Many users of the industrial park have moved out, and the ones we are bringing in now are all small self-employed individuals with little money, which has dealt a serious blow to our business."

There was silence on the other end of the communicator for a few seconds. Just when Badman thought he had gotten away with it, the general manager's mocking voice rang out:

"Isn't it because you refused to save any of your customers during the terrorist attack and only wanted to close the store and run for your life?"

Badman laughed in his heart and defended himself aggrievedly:

"General Manager, you really wronged me! How could I refuse to save him? It was clearly the store's security system that automatically locked the door. There was nothing I could do."

The company leader didn't care about these things. He completely forgot the original purpose of setting up this system.

Since the Space-Time Company often does shady things, it is afraid that it will be accidentally exposed in the turmoil like the Different Space-Time Real Estate Group.

So I would rather give up flexibility and set it up like this to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

But now Badman's store has not exposed any problems, and the general manager is hypocritically blaming Badman.

"The system is static, but people are dynamic. You've been working here for so many years, don't you know how to respond flexibly? Based on the number of complaints the company has received, I can fire you right now!"

Badman knew the other party would say that.

If you really want to fire him, why waste your breath here?

Isn’t it because some secret tasks need him to carry out personally?

He simply stopped explaining and let the company leader vent his anger, then repeatedly assured that he would win the customer back before hanging up the phone.

Snapped!

He smashed the communicator hard on the ground and it broke into seven or eight pieces.

Wagner was very considerate. He took out a new communicator from the cabinet nearby and placed it next to Badman.

Then, gather the debris on the ground and throw it into the trash can.

The office was restored to cleanliness.

Badman, who was sitting behind his desk, instantly returned to normal after this outburst, with a hint of a smile on his face.

It was as if the person who threw the thing just now was not him.

He was like a dormant fox, planning something.

"Oh no, store manager!"

A clerk who worked in the industrial park rushed into the office in a panic.

"The people from the sampling inspection unit are here again!"

"Why are they here again? They just stopped a short while ago! Tsk, Stobbel is such a crazy woman!"

Badman immediately stood up and prepared to go to the reception in person. While tidying up his clothes, he asked, "Have you put away all the information?"

The clerk took out a small chip from his space ring and said, "Manager, don't worry! They are all here. I put them away immediately."

"Well, well done." Badman nodded with satisfaction, took the chip and handed it to Wagner beside him.

"Take it to my native plane and hand it over to the person in charge there for safekeeping."

Wagner quickly took the chip and replied solemnly: "I'll be right there!"

He ran towards the plane that Badman mentioned like a gust of wind, with only one thought in his mind:

Things that the store manager has instructed us to do must be done properly and without any mistakes!

The person in charge's hiding place is very secretive. He never leaves the plane he is in all year round. He is willing to endure loneliness for Badman and is the most trusted confidant among the confidants.

Wagner traveled for two hours before he found the person in charge. He handed him the chip, but his face was full of worry.

"You look so bad, what's wrong?"

The person in charge took the chip and it was difficult for him to ignore Wagner's expression, so he had to express his concern.

Wagner sighed and lowered his voice, "The company is not satisfied with the store manager's work and is threatening to fire him!"

"what?!"

When the person in charge heard this, he became furious.

"How can this be possible! The store manager has taken risks for the company for so many years, and even our entire plane has worked hard for the company, and the company actually wants to give up on us! This is outrageous!"

He clenched his fists, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

"Alas," Wagner said with a bitter face, "To put it bluntly, the store manager is just an employee. What can we do to change that? Don't be angry. Make sure to take good care of the store manager's things."

The person in charge didn't say anything else, his eyes fixed on the chip in his hand, his expression changing unpredictably and so complicated that it was hard to understand.

Wagner at this time is just like Xiao Zhang in the Finance Department.

He thought that everything he said was to speak up for the store manager.

Little did he know that he had sown a dangerous seed.