The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

Toru Amuro pretended to be inadvertently rubbed aside, glanced over, his face was cracked, and he couldn't help but gloat in his eyes, giving his instructor a happy look.

Oh, the previous money was not wasted!

"Next test."

After more than a dozen tests were completed, Toru Amuro returned to the dormitory with strong support, and collapsed on the bed at once, his whole body ached with the ups and downs of his breathing.

It took him a few minutes to adjust his breathing, and he reached out and touched his cheek tentatively.

"hiss--"

"That guy's skill is so good..."

"It hurts."

"What did Ah Guang do today?"

"Well, anyway, rushing to report in the office must be more comfortable than being beaten here."

Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't know his slander, if he knew, he would definitely express his disapproval.

"I can not make it……"

"I really can't do it..."

Lu Chuanguang was paralyzed on the table, and his whole body was already in a state of vomiting.

He looks at the screen is blurry, double image everywhere, his mind has been frozen

He has not slept for 43 hours straight.

"Get up! A man can't say no!"

Jean Jacques, who was sitting next to Lu Chuanguang, yelled, poking his exposed cheek with a pen.

"...You... come to help too." Even Lu Chuanguang's good temper was irritated enough by the other party, and he muttered feebly.

What could be more hateful than standing next to someone who is idle and doing nothing when you are working overtime?

"Come on, assistant, drink coffee." Jean Jacques graciously helped him fill up the coffee cup, trying to change the subject.

He wanted to help, but he was a scumbag and didn't even know the format of the report, so it was too difficult for him.

"Mr. Luchuan..." Ai Wei also had some bruises on her face, which could be seen at a glance caused by staying up too late.

"Ah, here!" Hearing this voice, Lu Chuanguang's whole body trembled, and he became sober in an instant.

It's terrible, Assistant Ivy is the devil, and he has deeply realized this during this period of time.

I am very satisfied with the report, and Ivy can always pick out many mistakes and omissions in the hands of Ivy.Either it was not considered here, or it was whimsical there.The idea is novel but unfounded; the idea is feasible but old-fashioned.In a word, change.

He has worked hard to learn some business knowledge by himself, but the speed of learning is still not as fast as he can use it.

After the successful acquisition of Champs Elysees, Ivy began to urge him to submit various plans and reports.

He basically finished a piece of self-study this week, finished writing a report, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the deadline for the next one came again...

Every day is basically busy and learning.He had a dark day, fell asleep every time he returned to the dormitory, An Shi saw him repeatedly hesitating to speak.Even, if he wasn't still living in the base of the Black Organization, he would have almost forgotten his own job.

Social animals are horrible.Lu Chuanguang thought with blank eyes.

A report is [-] to [-] words.He has to write a copy every week, with strict words, no water injection, no mistakes in punctuation marks, and relevant sources of evidence cited must be marked.

Come to the company at nine o'clock every day to start preparing lunch, end at three o'clock in the afternoon, go to the library to start preparing reports, and go to the Champs Elysees from time to time to supervise the construction team to carry out rectification and planning...

In this way, his salary turned out to be the salary of a living assistant, because he is not a full-time employee, and it is half less than Ivy...

He couldn't help but shed tears of sadness, and could only comfort himself silently. When he became a full-time employee next month, his salary would be better.

"Mr. Luchuan!" Ai Wei slightly accentuated her tone. After watching the fraudulent corpse get up, she fell into a trance of Luchuan light, with real worry on her face.are you OK?

"...I'm sorry, I seem to be too sleepy." Lu Chuanguang rubbed his face hard, his face was still sleepy, immersed in his own painful memories and couldn't extricate himself.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, I found the joy of participating in math competitions with my classmates back then." Hal laughed slowly.

"Did you know...math competition..."

"For four days and four nights, in order to save time, we usually don't sleep..."

"There is also the exam week...the review before the exam week..."

"If you're free, you can come over and help me check the data." Hui Ni's expression was cold, but her head was nodding uncontrollably. The fingers holding the pen had already turned white with force. If it wasn't like this, she would quickly write out the tadpole text.

"Take a break, boss." Garcia also lay on his seat with a face full of pain, "Jacques, coffee."

"Okay, brother!" Jacques leaned over with the coffee pot and poured a full cup for Garcia and Bolivar respectively.

"..."

This is the largest conference room in Grid.

Today is the weekend, and it is reasonable not to go to work, but exceptions must be made in everything.

Several projects are stuck there and have not been completed yet.

If all the reports cannot be sorted out by the end of this month, Grid's entire operation chain will be cut off.

So Bolivar specially opened this conference room to bring together all the people who need to work overtime, in the name of supervising each other, and working together is more motivated.

At present, the entire conference room is filled with various senior executives of Grid, some of whom are newly recruited, and some who have been employed for a long time.At this moment, no matter what qualifications or seniority, everyone is a hard-working worker, and they are all overtime dogs on the verge of sudden death.

The entire table is circular, and it rotates clockwise upwards from the end of the entrance, and the seats are seated in turn, Midorikawa Hikaru, Ivy, Haga Ryoichi, Bolivar, Garcia, Hui Ni, Hal, Lars, Finally, Jacques, the errand boy who has no seat.

Garcia, who stayed up late for more than four days, struggled to take his eyes off the coffee, reached out, tried to grab the pen in front of him, but waved the air three times in a row.

The pen fell to the ground with a clatter, and Gululu rolled under the table.

Garcia bent down to reach it, pressed the pen on the ground with his fingers, and dragged it back bit by bit. It was covered with dust, and he finally got it in his hand. When he got up, he didn't pay attention, there was a bang, and his head hit hard onto the bottom of the table.

"Hiss—" Garcia covered his head, feeling even more stupid.

"I can't do it anymore, I really can't do it..." He didn't care if the floor was dirty or not, he just sat there, leaning on the table leg.

"Believe that you can do it... Where are the people in the project department?" Although Bolivar still looked so serious and calm, if you look closely, you can clearly find that the other party's eyes are not focused.

He pushed the chair away and stood up. He didn't feel it when he was sitting stiffly before, but now he felt a dull pain all over his body after getting up, and he moved his creaking neck.

"Well, I'm going to take a look inside the computer room, Huini..."

Hui Ni raised her head slowly: "Boss?"

"...It's not Hui Ni..." Bolivar seemed to be talking in his sleep, but the spectators and the person who slipped the tongue were too sleepy, so there was no embarrassment at all, "Yes, Rachel...Rachel..."

"Rachel and Brad, let me see where their programs have been changed?" Bolivar shook his head violently, regaining some sobriety.

"Las, you need to hurry up, we will go public next week on Cuckoo Network."

"Huh? Boss?" Lars was no longer as tactful as before, and spoke with a bit of a tongue, "Didn't you ask me to solve the issue of the successor equity transfer of Champs Elysees and Via?"

Because of the accidental murder, the rest of the acquisition process of the Champs Elysees restaurant was very convenient and quick. Even Chef Via’s restaurant opposite him was acquired from the recipient by Grid. Lars has been busy with the contract these days. and legal matters.

"What is Gu Gu?" He opened his eyes and tried to think about it, and it seemed familiar.

"It's Brad's and Rachel's. The two of them are named branches, right?" Bolivar's tone was not so sure, and he even began to doubt whether there was such a thing.

"I'll check the records..." He took out his small notebook, opened a page, and nodded, "I see, it's Gugu browser."

The browser refers to the simple search engine program that Bolivar got from Brad a few days ago.He asked the marketing department to apply for a full set of patents for Brad and is preparing to go public.After many discussions, this browser was named Cuckoo.The name of the branch is also called Cuckoo Company, which sounds like a pigeon, and it is convenient and quick to use.

"There is also a Gugu company, which is a laboratory-type branch company, Grid Holdings... In short, these are three things. Please be clear, we will list Gugu Network in the future, and the laboratory will not be listed..." Glass Lival also spoke upside down. He didn't know what he was talking about, and he didn't know that the other party didn't hear clearly.

"Got it, got it," Russ listened, and stood up staggeringly, "I should go see Rachel and the others' progress."

"..."

Bolivar pressed Las, who was dangling and about to move forward.

"boss?"

"It's me who should see their progress," Bolivar said coldly, "You continue to complete your report here."

"..." Watching Bolivar disappear outside the door, several people stopped what they were doing at the same time.Those who type on the computer will stop typing on the computer, those who write documents will not write documents, and those who review the contract will not review the contract.

"What's wrong?" Lu Chuanguang wrote the last stroke, and realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere, why did everyone stop?

The atmosphere seemed to suddenly change from dull sleepy anxiety to rambling sleepy fishing.

"Is there any food in the canteen today?" Hal yawned big, and couldn't help looking at Lu Chuanguang expectantly.

As soon as this was said, the people around raised their heads lower and lower one by one, with longing lights on their faces.

"Yeah, let me check the time, yo, it's already twelve o'clock..."

"But I didn't go to the cafeteria today..." Lu Chuanguang wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Ivy.

"There are still some fast food, snacks, I remember." Ivy said, she seemed drunk, "I ordered takeaway before, and it will be delivered in a while, let's go to the cafeteria to order some dessert drinks."

"Good good!"

"Long live Assistant Ivy!"

"I ordered several places, including pizza and burgers, Hong Kong-style tea meals, Japanese-style rice bowls, and some steaks. You can choose from them..." Ivy yawned and wiped Tears in the corners of the eyes, "Of course, I have to save a portion for the boss. He seemed to like the curry made by Mr. Midorikawa yesterday, so let the boss have a portion of curry topped with rice."

"Okay, that's great..."

"Let's eat while the boss is not coming back!"

"I don't want to eat and work at the same time."

"This kind of devil operation can only be done by a boss!"

"Woooooooo, looking at the string of reports, I feel that the snacks in my mouth are not delicious!"

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The author has something to say:

Staying up late to work the audience MVP: Bolivar

Bolivar: Cuckoo Browser, Cuckoo Company, Champs Restaurant

Russ: Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.