Slime and Cardboard

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Almost a hundred resumes had been screened, but the president never made an appointment with a candidate, and the HR lady dared not speak up.

You can't stop people from doing personnel affairs just because you don't do personnel affairs, right?

In desperation, she chose to ask for help: she went to the president's office all day long and started by the hour, so she hasn't been fired yet, so she must be the technical director of py trading.

"But I don't know either?"

"Help me, if you don't know, no one will know. Think about the whole company, who else can get close to him! My sister begged you? It's not like you don't know how difficult he is to deal with the CEO."

The mature and charming personnel sister said so, the programmers in the office wished they could replace it with their own bodies, and collectively condemned the technical director with resentful eyes.The technical director himself is also very good at dealing with the opposite sex in the third dimension, so he agreed to help her with questions.

After calming down, he suddenly thought of someone.

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"The owner of the newsstand downstairs has a niece. I think she might be suitable. Would you like to meet her?"

The president frowned.

"The puppet was custom-made by her last time." The technical director added.

The president hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

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The little niece's mother was already dissatisfied with her squatting at home as a doll, so naturally she was very willing for her daughter to be the assistant to the president.The little niece herself did not want to come.But her wishes were not listened to, and her arms couldn't twist her thighs.

"Okay, I will do my best to help you make a puppet, and you treat me like this?" The little niece complained angrily to the technical director.

"Please, please, please, at most two or three months. It's not that he hurts his hand and it's inconvenient to do some daily administrative things. You are satisfied with the salary package, which is enough for you to stay at home for a long time with confidence." The technical director is low-key.In front of his little niece, he has no heterosexual social fear at all, because she is a geek first, and then a girl.

"At that time, my mother will annoy me even more."

"Then let's figure out a way."

The little niece was noncommittal.The technical director only thought she agreed, and pulled her to order a lot of things, especially to keep everything in the president's office strictly confidential, and forget it when he came out.

"Got it, got it, so long-winded." The little niece covered his mouth, got up and went to the top floor.

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I don't know what the two of them talked about, and it took nearly half an hour for the little niece to come out briskly.

"I wasn't interested at first, I didn't expect... You are lucky to meet me~" After finishing speaking, he left without looking back.

???

The technical director was confused and entered the president's office.Before he could speak, the CEO took out the photo in his wallet and said, "I... my sister."

"Ok?"

The president looked as if he couldn't speak and couldn't organize the words, and tried again, he said, "Forget it."

???

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My little niece entered the job at the speed of light like a mystery, like an opportunity, it brought many mysterious changes.

"President, please~" The inner line of the little niece rang at the first moment of the lunch break.

The technical director scratched his head and went up to the top floor, passing by the little niece who was making a doll outside and only looked up at him as a greeting, and entered the pink lounge No. [-].

The president was sitting on the sofa waiting for him, and the ipad was pushed over: Are you hungry?

"Point," said the president.

"Eat together?" the technical director asked.

The president nodded.

"Whatever, just take me with you."

The president took the ipad and browsed: "Food?"

"No."

"Cuisine?"

"No, I really don't pay much attention to food. I usually order Fat House Happy Meals if I find it troublesome." Looking at the CEO with a puzzled face, he continued, "I mean, Golden Arches. Anyway, there is no difference in eating, you order That's it."

In the end, the president ordered two meat, three vegetables and one soup, which was eaten by two people.The technical director ate very quickly, soaked in the rain and dew, and grilled rice happily. It seemed that he had no preference.

As soon as the technical director left, the little niece who had been holding her ears at the door jumped in and asked, "How is it?"

The president shook his head.

It was rare to get off work on time at night, and just as the technical director was about to step out of the office door, the internal line rang.

"Wait at the door." A cold male voice.

After three words, there was a "beep" sound.Is it necessary to be so cool?

The technical director waited at the door for a quarter of an hour.The president's sports car stopped in front of him.Beautiful and smooth lines, the body is black and shiny.

The president raised his chin to him and motioned him to come up.The technical director is unknown so he climbed into the back seat anyway.

The president frowned, as if he had something to say, after thinking about it, he pressed a button.After a mechanical sound, the roof was fully opened.

"I send you."

"Ah? No need, my house is very close."

The president stubbornly handed him the phone, which showed the navigation interface.

The technical director reluctantly entered the address.

The engine roared, the car rushed out in an instant, and the dial pointer turned quickly.

"Well, can you close the roof?"

The president thought about it and shook his head.

It's autumn, it's chilly overhead, and there are fallen leaves and mysterious objects free-falling into the car.

The technical director was really not being polite. After 5 minutes, he arrived home.Thank you, and he got out of the car.Shake off a few bright red maple leaves.

When he went upstairs, the president picked up the leaves in the car and closed the roof silently.Open WeChat, click on the profile picture of my little niece—a BJD girl, and send an "X".

The next day is a Saturday when the whole world celebrates the tears of social animals.The technical director played PS4 all night, was stunned by the young lady, and was not sleepy at all, as if out of the timeline.

Just before dawn, the phone vibrated unknowingly. The technical director didn't bother to care about it, but when he saw "President" displayed on it, he pressed pause and picked it up.

"Go downstairs."

It was seamlessly connected to "too-too" again.

The technical director pressed the button to start playing for about three seconds, then paused again, resignedly put on a baseball cap, changed into a pair of sweatpants, casually put on a pair of sneakers and went out.He was wearing a mask, breathing heavily, and spoke with a strong nasal voice, obviously a cold patient.

The president's pitch-black sports car stopped at the door again. Hearing the laborious breathing of the people next to him, he closed the roof obediently.

As soon as he left the game, the technical director immediately entered the sleepy mode, his head was dizzy, and he was taken into the cinema and sat down by the time he realized it.For a literary film, the two of them forcibly reserved a scene early in the morning.Before the projectionist brother entered the projection room, he looked at them inquiringly for a while.

Less than 10 minutes into the movie, the technical director fell asleep like a dead body, snoring loudly.

The president took a seat away in disgust, looked at the screen, then at the living corpse next to him, took out his phone, and checked Taobao.

After finally finishing the show, the president tried to take the technical director to lunch, but finally gave up because of the latter's dying face and eyes that couldn't open, and honestly sent him back.

On Sunday morning, the technical director looked at the vibrating phone: "President" and made a crash cry like an oil painting.Taking three deep breaths, he calmly slid to the right.

"Come up, 1702."

The technical director spoke first, and hung up the phone without any delay.Who can't play cool?Be the first to attack!

Not long after, the doorbell rang.The technical director put on a sports coat and opened the door.The president took off his shoes and walked in.

An empty and dark room, with a thick mattress in the center, a whole wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, and the curtains are tightly drawn.There is a screen on the wall, a projector overhead, and game boards all over the floor.In the corner is a computer desk with a desktop computer.Next to it is a large cabinet, which is full of various hand-made.Apart from this, there are no other decorations or furniture.

The technical director pulled the president to sit on the floor, handed him a controller, and played the game online.

In the world where pixel villains are running wild, the technical director is a sophisticated strategist and a decisive judge.He is imposing, high-spirited, commanding the team calmly, and it is difficult to associate him with his usual despondency.And the president, completely reduced to a handicap, personally performed ten thousand stupid ways to die, so that he was later reduced to a strategic living bunker.But he was completely attracted by the content of the game, and he didn't hate the experience, and he didn't even have time to think about his situation.

time flies.

"Gulu~" The technical director's stomach let out a cry of protest.

After the game was over, he asked, "Did you eat?"

The president nodded.

The technical director's home has no kitchen at all, nor any kitchen utensils, and the refrigerator is full of iced Coke.Finally ordered takeout.During the waiting time, the two fell asleep on the sofa.

When the technical director woke up again, the screen showed 19:00, the president left, and a takeaway was placed beside him.

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President Office.

The little niece was dejected, and muttered to herself: "Why doesn't it work? I can't see that this dead house is so hard to chase."

"Chasing?" the president asked in confusion.

"Don't be discouraged, chasing people depends on shame, and you can't fall in love if you have shame." The little niece smiled.

"I didn't want to chase him."

"Ah? Ah???"

The two (actually mainly the young niece) sorted it out, only to realize that something had happened.The president thought that the little niece knew the technical director and knew about the dolls, so he asked her how to thank the technical director when they met for the first time.In view of his cold and concise expressions, and his little niece's rotten eyes on Renji, he mistakenly thinks that this is a pair of dogs and men who are about to pierce the window paper.

"It's too boring, I want to resign!" The little niece was angry.

The president glanced at her with a hint of disgust.

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At noon, the technical director was called up, and two takeaways were already placed on the table.

While eating, the president poked the ipad.

The president handed over the ipad: Nichia (the Japanese version of Amazon) login interface.

"Account name?" The technical director took over.

"Get on yours."

Although the technical director was full of question marks, he still entered the information and clicked to log in.

The president took it over, poked it a few more times, and put the ipad aside in satisfaction.

"Buzz~" The technical director's cell phone vibrated, he opened his mouth and sneezed, and forgot to check it because he was suffering from a severe cold.Soon, he will regret it.

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In the evening, the technical department worked overtime as usual. The technical director wanted to relax, turned on Nichia, jumped up from the chair instantly, and hit the table with a "bang".

"Boss, are you okay?" a programmer outside shouted.

"Look at this overtime class, the boss is almost depressed." Someone teased.

"What's the use of being bipolar, as long as you're still panting, you have to work overtime."

Programmers fall into a negative state called "thinking about life" and completely forget about their bosses.

The technical director looked at several pages and placed orders, and then clicked on the shopping list, which was empty.

"Ah chih—" He was so shocked that he sneezed.

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The president suddenly felt something was wrong.

ah!Although the shopping list was emptied, the payment method bound to the account was used.

This account belongs to the technical director.

The president hurriedly called the finance manager and asked him to work overtime to add a subsidy called "function optimization compensation" to the technical director's salary this month.

The finance was implemented meticulously, but his heart was full of doubts that he wanted to ask but could not ask: What is the "functional optimization compensation"?

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The technical director clicked on the text message received at noon in the inbox, and looked at the deduction message, wanting to cry without tears.

Taobao is still better, and you have to enter a password for payment.Who came up with Nichia's habit of deducting money without asking?

"Ah chih—" he sneezed so angrily.

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"From now on, listen to me and don't interrupt." The president said righteously.

The technical director raised one hand, indicating "you say".

"I have a younger sister who died of cancer three years ago. My mother was greatly stimulated, and her spirit was up and down. I moved back home. The photo is my sister. The day she went to the hospital was her death day." The president seems very unaccustomed to long explanations, and the organized sentences are one sentence at a time, and there is no strict connection between them. He uses a detached tone for analyzing financial reports. Talk about yourself.His eyes were flickering on the technical director's face.

The technical director was stunned for a moment.

The CEO watched his reaction quietly, but with some caution.

The technical director thought for a while, opened his mouth, and sneezed loudly, his nose covered with snot.The president took out a piece of paper and handed it over.

"Oh, I'm not used to you saying so much in one breath." The technical director exclaimed in a nasal voice.

The president raised his eyebrows.

"No, I mean..." The technical director looked at his eyebrows, subconsciously started to explain, slipped a few words and found that he couldn't continue, because what he meant was "Surprised the president and said a few lines in one breath ", so I had to change the subject, "Why is it slime?"

"Health." The president responded with two words habitually, and after thinking about it, he added, "Decompression."

"The pink lounge number one and two?"

"My sister's favorite style during her lifetime."

The technical director nodded, raised his hand and said, "I have a question."

"ask."

"Why are you telling me this all of a sudden?" the technical director said in a daze.

The president sighed, and replied: "I caused you trouble some time ago, I think you have the right to know these things. And these days, I just want to thank you."

The technical director nodded, and was about to say, "Ahhh—"