Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

Sister Zhou had an idea, opened her circle of friends, and pointed to a photo taken during a certain mission.

"This is a photo from our trip last January. Look, isn't this Lao Zhang from the Finance Department? This is Xiao Zhao, the deputy manager of our Human Resources Department, and Lao Gao, the one sitting in front of you."

In the ice and snow, several people were dressed in ski equipment and posed in different poses for the camera.

Seeing how much he believed him, Sister Zhou finally breathed a sigh of relief.

If the director hadn't been a bit humane and could give them a day or two off every time he went on an operation, she wouldn't be able to show a single photo in her circle of friends.

"By the way, why isn't there our manager Pei? Didn't he go this time?" the man asked abruptly.

Sister Zhou explained: "Oh, Xiao Pei, he just joined our company in June last year. In our company, regardless of age or seniority, it all depends on performance. You see, Xiao Pei is about the same as you, he has become a manager. , you have to work hard too.”

The man nodded thoughtfully, as if he had listened to Sister Zhou's words.

Monthly performance charts hang in the company's corridors. Manager Pei has topped the list for several consecutive months, and his business volume has reached an astonishing 60 million.

"This company says it makes high-tech products, how come it has such a high turnover rate? I always feel like something is wrong..."

"It's hard to find a job now, and I have no choice in this situation. Well, let's take a look first."

The man's mind went back and forth, and after hesitating for a long time, he still chose to stay.

After Chu Yao heard this, he put down his guard a little bit about the man.

This company fabricated by the Secret Service actually has problems that are inconsistent with common sense everywhere.

If you are a normal person who comes to apply for a job, you will definitely be aware of it.

But the administrator's goal is not to make money for work, but to find ways to kill Pei Nian without anyone knowing.

During the lunch break, the newlyweds also saw the company's extraordinarily luxurious canteen - there were three floors in total, each covering an area of ​​more than 200 square meters, and they provided buffets that were not part of the hotel.

In addition to the common types of cuisine, there are also Western food, Japanese food, barbecue, drinks, etc.

Each meal is only charged an employee price of 15 yuan, and the company will recharge employees' meal cards with 300 yuan every month, which is equivalent to free meals for the first ten days.

Sister Zhou took Chu Yao and Peng Jingxuan to show the process of swiping the card.

"The company is really willing to spend money." Chu Yao said meaningfully.

Sister Zhou said quite proudly: "That's right, thanks to Xiao Pei's ability, our company has attracted several investments recently."

The Secret Service had built a company of such a large scale. She didn't know about it at first and thought it was another funding application.

Later I heard that although it was a forged company for a mission, it was actually the new office of the Secret Service from now on.

Most investigators, including Ling Feng, will handle their work here, and the original Special Intelligence Bureau serves as a scientific research branch to study props, magic weapons and the like required for missions.

Chu Yao chose some lighter food and found an empty seat to sit down.

After a while, Pei Nian came over with a plate, "Do you mind if I sit here?"

Through the eyes of the sky, Chu Yao could see that the evil energy on his body was as thick as ink, and the surrounding temperature seemed to have dropped a few degrees, becoming a little cold.

Peng Jingxuan waved her hand and said, "Of course I don't mind..."

Before she finished speaking, her face suddenly turned gray. Before she could explain, she covered her mouth and rushed to the bathroom.