The correct way to attack the villain

"Promote a tax accountant who has just been fired to be a special assistant to the president?"

In the office of the Director of Personnel Department of Wayne Group, the middle-aged Fox sat on an office chair and faced his executive secretary. He didn't ask the reason for his promotion or the reason for the accountant's dismissal at the first time. His dark face was With a constipated expression on his face: "What kind of work assistant does our boss need for his attendance?"

Secretary Jin Funi held a black folder in her hand and pushed her glasses: "You said the same thing when the special assistant to the president came to apply for the job last time."

"That's why the special assistant to the president left after staying for half a month." Fox threw the half-processed documents on the desk and murmured noncommittally, "It's a waste of time. You can watch entertainment news from your seat, and you can get a lot of money by painting your nails, how can there be such a good thing in the world.”

Jin Funi would like to add that few of the women who came for this position really cared about the salary, but seeing Fox's face full of disgust and perfunctory writing on the transfer application form, Signed, but rationally chose to shut up, and exited the office in a sensible manner.

The waiting room outside the personnel department was empty. The petite secretary lady glanced at her watch. It had been 10 minutes since she delivered the notice to Laura. As far as she was busy as the only executive secretary of the head of the personnel department, she At most, half an hour can be spared for the assistant to the president who has never met.

Still holding the transfer application in his hand, probably because it was rushed out, it was blank except for the department name of the future president assistant and Fox's scribbled signature, no personal information, not even a resume photo .

Of course, Jin Funi has no desire to know about the appearance of the boss's female companion. Anyway, according to the previous boss's similar aesthetics, she must be a beautiful woman with a delicate and curvy face.

I just hope that she can have a good habit of being punctual, and she won't be as arrogant as the female companions of the previous bosses. It's best not to even wear perfume.God knows that the rhinitis she had just cured for half a year had already recurred three times because of the last president's assistant.

Jin Funi thought so, and when there were only the last five minutes left in half an hour, the door of the waiting room was finally pushed open with a creak.

As far as punctuality is concerned, it is not satisfactory, but at least if you can be punctual, no one will have higher requirements for a vase career like the special assistant to the president.A formulaic smile immediately appeared on the executive secretary's face, and he turned around: "Hello, I am the executive secretary of the Minister of Personnel, Fox, and I am very pleased to meet you, Ma'am."

"Miss?"

The person standing at the door was stunned for a moment, and hesitated when he was about to step in. After Jin Funi saw the person standing outside the door, the smile also froze on her face.

It's not at all the lady who was expected to step on high heels and burn big waves with scars on her chest, not even a lady.

Standing outside the door was a young man in ordinary work clothes.

Or it's not that ordinary, at least as far as that face is concerned, it's as beautiful as anyone else.

...So the boss's orientation has finally undergone an inevitable change under the curse of being single all year round?

Jin Funi: "..."

The executive secretary shook her head, trying to get these absurd thoughts out of her mind. This time she took a serious look at the application form in her hand: "Song Mo Silance?"

The young man in front of him nodded: "It's me."

The executive secretary, who was used to seeing big storms and waves, put on a professional smile again: "I am the executive secretary of the personnel department. You can call me Jin Funi, or Miss Lawrence, whatever you like."

She pushed her glasses: "Come with me, I'll take you to work first."

The young man smiled: "Then I will trouble you."

To be honest, for Laura's promotion, Song Mo only thought at first that it was from tax accountant to promotion to accountant team leader or something.Although such a move is also very puzzling.

"Things should not be that simple." This is the first sentence Bangya said after receiving the promotion information, "The big data of the system reminds me to remind you to be more vigilant."

Obviously, no matter in him or in his brain database, no one thought that Song Mo's previous performance in the Wayne Group could be appreciated by the boss.There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world, rich money and big money are essentially two kinds of creatures.

This confusion reached its peak when Jin Funi led Song Mo straight through the tax department and the personnel department, and into the CEO's office.

Then Jin Funi handed him a report: "After you sign the employment contract, you can just pass by the personnel and submit it when you get off work. Also, I have summarized the daily work of the special assistant to the president here. Usually, the work of the staff in the company Minister Fox is in charge of performance appraisal, and Ms. Offie is in charge of some major business and public relations activities. I am generally in charge of the entrusted special investigation work. You can do the rest if you can, and let go if you can’t. Leave it to us."

"If you have any questions, please feel free to call the personnel department. I still have something to do, so I will leave first."

After finishing speaking, Jin Funi put the contract and report on the small table next to the president's desk, and stepped out of the president's office on high heels.

Song Mo, who was still conspiring about what Bruce wanted to do just now, looked at the report, and the position information that clearly stated "President's Personal Assistant" on the report, and the salary that had already been offered was a whole zero more than his internship salary. .

Song Mo Silance, an omega-like mutant with a brain mutation, has an official brain calculation speed of more than 30 billion, and is a genius with a high IQ who can simultaneously decode sixty-segment 64-ary systems. At this moment.

He had no idea what that Bruce Wayne guy was doing.

His first reaction was to think he heard a joke from a capitalist.

Personal assistants, especially the assistant to the president of the Bruce Group, where the president holds more than 50.00%, are just like——

Bangya: "The eunuch of the Xuan Dynasty next to the ancient emperor."

Song Mo: "..."

The administrative report in his hand records the daily work of the previous special assistants to the president. Except for those special assistants to the president who use their working hours to go crazy online shopping or go shopping, the checklist is to help the company's people to symbolically order takeaways. Not to mention the major business public relations activities that Jin Funi said, the commissioned work of special investigations, those people didn't even bother to clean the dust on the table for Bruce.

He was starting to feel a little subtle.

"Bangya, do you think this position looks like—" Song Mo drew his tone, and tapped his finger on the report after a while, "Does it look like it's just for lovers?"

Bangya answered with his calm mechanical voice: "The premise of being a lover is to become a lover first. This reasoning has flaws in logic, Captain."

Song Mo curled his lips: "Can't a billionaire become interested in an eccentric young man just because of the previous two unique meetings? This is how the beginning of romantic love is written in many novels."

Bunya: "But obviously those protagonists who are unrealistic and fanciful are not suitable for you, Captain."

Song Mo: "So the Xuan Dynasty eunuch is suitable?"

Bunya: "And aesthetically greasy spiral gays."

Song Mo: "...Then you are flattering me too much."

The daily life of the special assistant to the president is as leisurely as Jin Funi said, and the attendance rate of the boss has never been improved because of any special assistant to the president.After finishing those reports that seemed to send off children, Song Mowo started playing with his mobile phone on his desk.

In this way, from going to work inexplicably to leaving get off work inexplicably, until the clock struck the sixth afternoon, Song Mo: "...can you tell me what I did at work that day?"

Bangya: "Wrote a report with the highest level of difficulty in junior high school, and then beat Chaoyingxiaoxiaole from [-] levels to [-] levels."

Song Mo raised his eyebrows: "Combined with my current salary, shouldn't I have a sense of honor to be taken care of?"

Bangya: "If you have time to think about these things, you might as well read your private communications. If there is no accident, Eredar's phone should be blown up by mud faces during the few hours you are working."

The young man paused as he tidied up his briefcase.

Out of the most basic prudence, he didn't want to reveal any information related to the identity of "eredar" within the Wayne Group's sphere of influence, so the communicator was always turned off.After he walked out of the company with the briefcase wrapped around Batman's golden belt, he found a dead corner of the surveillance in an alley, and then used his brain to connect to his other communication number.

In an instant, more than 80 missed calls and more than 100 messages flooded into the background of his mobile phone like a flood.

Song Mo skillfully selected all emails and deleted them with one click. While dialing Muddy's number, the phone beeped and was picked up immediately, followed by a naive and angry voice: "Crooked——!!!"

Song Mo immediately took the phone to the farthest point, even though his ears were still numb from the shock.

"I hung up on you [-] times, [-] times, [-] times!" Xiao Mulian yelled aggrievedly on the other end of the phone, "You didn't call me any of them!"

Song Mo pressed his numb ears: "It was working hours at that time, Muddy Face."

Mudface twitched: "What job? Where are you doing the damage?"

Song Mo: "Normal work, the kind that pays labor and then gets a salary."

It's the kind that plays two hundred levels of Chaoying Xiaoxiaole in one afternoon and then gets paid.Bang Yaan quietly hid in the watch and secretly added.

Mudface murmured, "I seem to have heard you say that you have a job..." After a pause, he said aggrievedly, "I'm in trouble with Eredar, you need to help me!"

Song Mo, who already knew what Muddy Face was going to say, said, "What trouble?"

Mudface exaggerated: "Do you know that one of my mobile phones is now bigger than my face!"

Song Mo: "Ah."

Mudface: "...What the hell kind of reaction did you have?" He sniffled, "Speaking of which, you don't seem to be surprised that my voice has become like this?"

Song Mo: "I predict things like a god."

The little mud face didn't even suspect him: "Then you have to find a way to help me! You don't even know how inconvenient I am now! I have become so small! When I went to Xigang with Killer Moth and the others to prank me, those people You’re not afraid of me anymore! I even heard that some kids wanted to arrest me and make me do it!”

Song Mo recalled the appearance of the little mud face he saw in the sewer before. It is undeniable that the law that no matter what kind of creature is cute in its infancy is constant, it can even be applied to a lump of mud.

"You will become like that because of the side effects of the failure of the central nervous system. There should be only one central nervous system left in the Gotham Police Department. I need an hour to make a detailed plan." Song Mo said, bowing his head Glancing at his watch, "Gather at the roof of the Life Insurance Building at seven o'clock in the evening?"

Little mud face: "Okay." After finishing speaking, he couldn't help asking, "Why do you know why I got smaller?"

Song Mo: "I predict things like a god."

Little mud face: "That's it."

Little clay face: "Then I'll hang up first, see you at seven o'clock in the evening, bye."

Listening to the beeping tone that was hung up on the other end of the phone, Song Mo pressed the hang up button and murmured, "Will your IQ change when you get younger?"

As he spoke, he dialed another number that hadn't been dialed since it was stored in the address book.

"Hello, Aunt Hallie."

"I have something to tell you."