The supernatural power is Shan Hai Jing

After being promoted to a cadre candidate, he worked diligently for more than half a month. One day at noon, Anonymous finally received a text message reminding him to remit the bonus to his bank account.However, the money has not yet warmed up, and half of it has been transferred to Zhongya Zhongyuan.As a debtor, he always felt weird before he paid off the money. When the two met, he was full of thoughts like 'The creditor is here', 'The creditor is gone', 'Have you eaten yet, the creditor' .

The so-called no-debt and light-weight, anonymous, whose mentality is gradually becoming salty, rolled lazily on the sofa.

As far as the benefits of being promoted, apart from the increase in salary and bonus, it belongs to this well-equipped office. Its previous owner was Nakahara Chuya.A few months ago, he could only occupy the boss's sofa, but now he has his own lounge, which has a luxurious two-meter-wide bed!The most important thing is that it does not cost money, and all furniture and electrical appliances are provided free of charge by the logistics department.

This is life!

Anonymous Xianyu slowly rolled back to his original position, suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, it was time to move the house here, and commuting to and from get off work was also very troublesome.It's too cold in winter and too hot in summer. Although the balance bike is easy to use, wouldn't it be more convenient to live directly in the office?

Thinking of this, he immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of his new subordinate.

beep--

The prompt sound was picked up after three beeps.

'Good afternoon, Jun Yi. '

"Good afternoon, Dr. Takahashi."

Listening to the male voice on the other end of the phone, Anonymous narrowed his eyes happily.The old acquaintance Takahashi Kazuko is the direct subordinate he chose for himself for two reasons.First of all, Dr. Takahashi is a typical academic master, and the clerical work does not bother him at all.It doesn't matter if the handwriting is messy, anyway, the person in charge of signing is Anonymous himself.What's more, most of the files are processed on the computer now, and the paper is only for backup.Secondly, since I have become my own subordinate, it is my duty to prepare nutritional supplements for my boss. The raw materials are provided by the organization, and three meals a day are free from now on.

perfect!

"I need to trouble you with something. I plan to move."

'Okay, is the house picked? '

"I have chosen." Anonymous said with a smile: "Move to the company."

At this time, Takahashi Heguang, who was sitting next door, looked at the thick stack of documents waiting to be signed on the desk, and wanted to resign from the bottom of his heart.

For a doctor in a hospital affiliated to an organization, becoming a cadre candidate for a direct subordinate is considered a leapfrog promotion, and money, status, and reputation are directly packaged and presented.Being in charge of civilian work does not need to face dangerous battles like a real mafia, and even his superiors approved him to return to the hospital three days a week to work part-time.

The surprise came too suddenly, but it is a pity that within 24 hours after taking office, Kazuhika Takahashi had a very deep understanding of the nature of Anonymous's scumbag.

Work-related writing is the equivalent of miracle sleeping pills.

Don't delay until the deadline, never touch any documents, and he must dictate the specific content before signing.

This person is still in the late stage of lazy cancer, and moving his family to the company has nothing to do with dedication, it is purely to save the process of commuting to and from get off work, and bet on a box of nutritional supplements.

"I see, I'll do it right away."

'Access control can ask the lobby manager for help, and you don't need to bring anything except clothes and game consoles...ah no, plus a laptop.And also, don't forget all the chargers. '

"clear."

……

At two o'clock in the afternoon, looking at the tidy lounge, Anonymous nodded in satisfaction.With so little luggage, Takahashi and Hikari did the job alone.The closet was packed to the brim, and hundreds of nutritional supplements were neatly stacked in a glass cabinet with a combination lock in the corner.The LCD TV facing the big bed has been connected to the game console, and there is also a laptop on the computer desk by the window.

"Thank you, Dr. Takahashi."

Takahashi Kazuko pushed his glasses. "You are my boss, there is no need to use honorifics for me."

Anonymous stretched his waist, even in the heated room, he still put on a cashmere sweater with excellent thermal insulation. "Get used to it, don't care about such details."

Takahashi and Hikari sighed silently. If the young cadre candidate treated him a little bit worse, he might be able to apply for resignation with a firm heart.Of course, even if Anonymous agreed, the person above would not agree. The other reason he was transferred to the headquarters was because of Anonymous' weak physique.

"Yi Jun, please be sure to sign all the documents to be reviewed before leaving get off work today. I have ten days of paid annual leave starting tomorrow. Since you have not been here for a year, your annual leave is only three days without pay."

Hearing this, Anonymous who had been drowsy woke up instantly. "Wait! Annual leave?"

"Yes, you probably didn't notice, today is December 31." Takahashi Kazuko glanced at the watch on his hand. "There are still three hours and 57 minutes until the end of get off work."

"Doctor Takahashi." Anonymous looked at his subordinate with a strong sense of time with a serious expression. "Do you have a year-end bonus?"

"Yes, very rich." Takahashi Kazuko replied.

This day is over!

Anonymous angrily edited a 90.00-word email and sent it to Mori Ogai's private mailbox, which is also one of the privileges of a candidate for a cadre.Among them, [-]% of the content can be classified as rainbow farts that are not very distracting, and the theme is not specified until the end.

[Leader, where is my year-end bonus? qaq]

Not long after, Mori Ogai sent a reply, the content is as follows:

[Yi Jun, did you forget the three months salary that was paid in advance? 】

...It's like a dream, and I still dare not move when I wake up.

Anonymous, who turned grief and anger into motivation, sat at his desk and completely transformed into a signing machine. Takahashi and Hikari only read the beginning of each document, and he snatched it and wrote his name without looking at it. It is vividly reflected.

Takahashi Kazuko: "... Jun Jun, Mr. Zhongyuan will check."

Anonymous paused, then relaxed again.

"Relax~, there is no camera installed here." Besides, the general content is almost the same, and he has already memorized it.

Takahashi Heguang felt that he knew too much, and he would be silenced sooner or later.

Before the end of get off work, the two finished the last work of the year in a tacit cooperation. Takahashi and Hikari greeted their bosses and left with a pile of documents.Looking across the suddenly deserted office, Anonymous scratched his hair in distress.Anyway, it was New Year's Eve, so after hesitating for a while, he silently walked into the lounge and put on a full set of going out equipment.

Scarf, earmuffs, goggles.

Knee pads, warm baby, down jacket.

Anonymous, who was wrapped in dumplings, stepped out of the office building on a self-balancing scooter, and came to Yokohama Chinatown for the first time under the prompt of the navigation.

According to the information found in advance, there are not only hundreds of Chinese restaurants here, but also many time-honored shops with Chinese characteristics.Unnamed's target is a restaurant, and he still owes Zhongyuan Zhongye three jars of good wine. He will give it to someone during the New Year, and in a few days, he may spend all the remaining bonuses.

When I was about to arrive at the destination, I saw a tall archway with red pillars and green tiles from a distance, with three square characters painted with iron and silver hooks written on it - China Street.

As soon as he stepped into this street with an exceptionally familiar architectural style, Anonymous was slightly fascinated by the smell of the new year.

The red paper and black characters on the Spring Festival couplets pasted on both sides of the gate can be judged from the handwriting that the writer should have specially practiced brush calligraphy, and each stroke is vigorous and powerful.The red lanterns under the eaves exude a warm light, and the upside-down "Fu" is printed on the cloth.The waiters standing on the side of the street and yelling spoke Chinese/Mandarin with a perfect accent, and there was a lion dance team less than tens of meters away.

The nostalgia was only for a short moment, and Anonymous lifted the scarf up, and carefully merged into the crowd.

Soon, the intoxicating aroma of wine mixed with the aroma of various foods poured into the nostrils, and the smart eyes behind the goggles immediately began to search for the source of the aroma of wine.After another hundred meters or so, Anonymous finally saw a small bamboo building with a quiet environment.There is no signboard outside the store, and there are pots of gratifying monstera on the left and right.

Compared with the bustling restaurants nearby, this restaurant is hardly visited by anyone. Anonymous hesitated for a while before driving the balance car to slide into the store.

In the dimly lit lobby, no guests were seen. The Eight Immortals table and Taishi chairs were neatly arranged, and there were several pots of golden-rimmed spider plants hanging by the window.

When passing through the aisle, Anonymous noticed the wooden tray painted vermilion on the table, inside was a small stack of wine bowls covered upside down, without chopstick holders.

Does this store only sell alcohol?

With a lot of doubts, Anonymous quickly found the shopkeeper who was watching the store. A young man in a gray gown was reclining and taking a nap at the counter, with abacus, ledgers, and the Four Treasures of the Study scattered messily beside him.

"Hello?" Anonymous knocked on the counter.

The young man with short black hair slowly opened his eyes, and Anonymous couldn't help being stunned.The other person's appearance belonged to the standard public face, but he had a pair of unusually cold eyes, like the snow on the top of a snow mountain that never melted all year round.

"What do you want?" The young man's voice was as cold as his eyes, and he spoke Chinese.

Anonymous tilted his head in embarrassment. "One jar each of Xifeng, Zhuyeqing, and 18-year-old daughter red."

"Have enough money?"

Anonymous was not sure, so he took out his mobile phone and checked the balance of his bank card. "Is this enough?"

The young man glanced at the phone screen and said casually. "Three two."

"One altar is only two or three?!"

"It adds up to three or two."

Unknown almost had a myocardial infarction, and he held his hands to his chest for a long time before recovering. Now he knows why no one patronizes this store.

Black, too dark, blacker than the mafia!

"Can it be cheaper? [-]% off?"

The young man took out a wine list made of bamboo slips with his backhand, and spread it out neatly. "See for yourself."

As soon as his eyes shifted to the writing on the bamboo piece, Unknown's face suddenly changed.The bamboo slips themselves were fine, but each of the characters engraved on them had a mysterious and mysterious sword intent, and he would never make a mistake about this. "Excuse me, your boss's surname is Li."

The young man avoided answering. "Buy it or not."

Five minutes later, Anon, who had spent all his savings, left the restaurant carrying three small toy-like porcelain bottles. On the way back to the office, his expression was unprecedentedly dignified, and he even turned into a beast the moment he stepped out of China Street.Nine-Tailed Fox's ability concealed his figure, and it wasn't until he entered the elevator in the headquarters that Anonymous released his supernatural ability as if relieved of a heavy burden.

After a few more seconds, the elevator arrived at the target floor, the car slowly opened, and another figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Mr. Central Plains!"

There was an imperceptible tremor in Qingyue's voice, and Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned. "Hey, what's going on?"

Anonymous forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, pretending to easily lift the small porcelain bottle in his hand. "Here~! Happy New Year, Mr. Zhongyuan, here are the three kinds of wine that I promised you earlier. Although it's only a small sip, I've spent all my savings!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the three 'bottles' of wine lying in his palm, feeling extremely complicated. "...you were tricked?"

The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

Anonymous: Mr. Nakahara, what did you see in these three bottles of wine?

Chuya: You are stupid.

Anonymous: ...

Anonymous: It's true love!For you I broke my fortune!

感谢在2020-08-0523:57:21~2020-08-0612:46:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 76 bottles of Wanqilin; Did Zhongye grow taller today, 10 bottles of Xi Xiaoyue; 1 bottle of Zhongye’s Xiaobaa;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!