Oops!The boss checks my leveling situation!

After moving a bit, Xiao Wu held his breath and carefully dodged, and finally stood near the flag.I glanced at my watch and saw that 3 hours had passed. Originally, it was the sun when I came in, but now it was sunset.

The president reached out and pulled out a contract from under his cushion: "OK, you can sign it now."

After deducting the five social insurances and one housing fund, she estimated that the monthly salary would start at five figures, and after five years of living in an apartment, the year-end bonus would be around one hundred thousand. She almost passed out happily.

She was a little nervous: "Excuse me...why do you want me?"

The president's expression didn't change: "People who can play Mario can't be too bad."

At that time, she hadn't realized that life is too short to have fun in time.It's just that since working, after getting to know the president better and better, he can't help but spit out old blood for his recklessness and ignorance at that time.

Someone who can play Mario isn't too bad, just because you can only play Mario!

Yi Yan has heard too many stories about mascot prodigals ruining business performance, and after meeting real people, he often becomes suspicious of the president's wisdom.

Is this person mentally handicapped?Still pretending to be retarded?Did he see that I was going to make trouble, so he sold me his IQ first?

After all, the president has always been messy in his work, always squatting in various departments thinking about life.

After Yi Yan followed the president for three days, his daily step count has greatly improved.He used to sit in the office and plan strategies, but now he has to eat and sleep outside, squatting at the side of a small stall to eat fried noodles with wind and sand, and he also has to worry about the president's backhand.

In the end, Yi Yan couldn't hold back and sent a text message to his secretary: "Is it possible that he likes the new and dislikes the old?"

The secretary looked at him gravely and nodded.

Yi Yan understood in seconds, turned around and clenched his fists again.

Damn, it's mentally handicapped!

Before playing "Doomsday", the president's favorite place to squat was the HR department. The former could flip through the newly received resumes, then grab a handful of resumes and throw them into the sky, and the one that fell out would notify the other party to come in for an interview. Yuan, but the technology is really excellent, so he throws it to the headquarters to harm others.

After playing "Doomsday", his favorite place to squat is the technical department, and he always wants to unplug the HMI monitor, and grab it to play games with him.Now that I have found Xiaomeng, a full-time game player, I really like him!

After he doesn't like playing "Doom", he will probably find new fun again.

Of course, what they don't know is that it's not like a Mario game where everyone starts with the same number of hits.

The president has made up his mind.

It seems that it is not enough to spend money, and the technology must also keep up!

17. Boss, come out to watch the car accident

The time soon reached 1 o'clock, and the president looked back at the computer reluctantly: "Can I still come tomorrow? I want to make a copy."

Xiao Meng: "Don't you have games on your office computer?"

Yi Yan was a little embarrassed: "For some reason, the boss's computer was sent for repair."

The secretary added: "It's just that Assistant Yi accidentally sat on it."

The president inserted the knife again: "Yes, the whole screen is broken and leaks. It is said that my screen has to be customized by the manufacturer and it will take a week."

Xiao Meng looked at Yi Yan with an angry expression on his face: "Mr. Yi...why did you sit on the computer?"

Yi Yan spread his hands: "Because I needed to save a crystal vase worth 20 yuan."

Secretary: "At that time, the boss tried to use the vase to play with fire."

The president coughed: "I just heard them say... that you can gather light and start a fire."

Xiao Meng was silent for a second: "The three of you are in the same office, is it true that the company won't be blown up?"

The president is sincere: "So we came out."

Xiaomeng told himself to calm down: "Are you going to use this as my second office now?"

Yi Yan: "That should not be possible, after all, the boss's office has a total area of ​​about 100 square meters, and there is a small corner dedicated to him to play building block games."

The president couldn't help but want to vomit blood: "What building blocks! That's my Lego! I don't allow you to defile my wonderful little castle of Peppa!"

The secretary pointed to the watch: "Boss...do we have to go?"

The president looked hopeless: "Can you make a few of my heads in the future? The 3D printing ones, find the most expensive silicone that feels better, and put them there if I need a meeting. Almost like a dummy."

Yi Yan shook his head: "That's too scary, boss, please calm down."

Xiao Meng was going crazy: "Please! Let's go!"

The president slammed the door: "I don't want to leave! I'll give you money! Can you let me stay?"

Yi Yan and the secretary grabbed one hand and took the president off the door, and they didn't forget to say hello and goodbye to Xiaomeng.

Standing at the door, Xiao Meng looked coldly at the president who had been dragged all the way back into the car and stuffed it into the car with his head exposed, and felt disgusted again in his heart.

go to hell

He closed the door swiftly, and hung two locks, one above and the other below.

The meal at night was instant noodles again, this time he was not even in the mood to put an egg, resigned to his fate, ran away with boiling water to get it in front of the computer, and sucked it while staring at the script.

At the dinner party, the president was wearing his newly made shirt, idly shaking his feet, and all kinds of men and women in dresses dancing around him, but he just felt sorry that he didn't bring the computer here at this time.

The wifi at the dinner party is definitely enough for him to play games.

A lady in a tube top evening dress elegantly came over with champagne, and thought about how to attack this legendary future successor of the Qin Group who was not close to women and mentally retarded.

Secretary Xiao Wu stood aside nervously, ready to contact Yi Yan at any time.

After all, they were all worried that the president would be stupid at this dinner party and do something harmful, such as setting up a projection to show his father's speed of changing girlfriends.

But they didn't expect that the president remained well-behaved the whole time, even picked up his juice glass to touch someone, and shouted "cheers".

Yi Yan scratched the back of his head and held the walkie-talkie: "He's not in the right mood today, is it like this when he participated in such activities before?"

Secretary: "Last time with this standard, he sat there playing blackjack and betting on the color of men's underwear."

Yi Yan: "I know that, people even suspected his sexual orientation for a while, how did you solve it in the end?"

Secretary: "Oh, then he hasn't lost before. It's because the people who bet against him have the cheek to make the man take off his pants in the bathroom."

Yi Yan's face was very serious: "Then I probably understand why he has so few friends in the rich second generation circle."

Secretary: "Yes, on average, I lose about one table of friends every year."

At this time, Feng Wu took a red wine glass and sat next to the president: "Are you so quiet today? I remember that you seemed to be a girl's cup last time. Who won in the end?"

The president picked up his cup and took a sip without changing his face: "Me."

Feng Wu took a sip of his wine: "So in this case, I basically don't follow, I'm afraid that if I lose my pants, you will make money."

CEO: "Aren't you going to see your little lover today?"

Feng Wu felt very sorry: "He is with the hospital today, so I don't need to deliver meals tonight, the hospital has boxed meals for him."

CEO: "It sounds like the boxed lunches from the hospital may taste better than the ones you bought."

Feng Wu: "It also depends on the treatment. After all, he is quite popular in the hospital. They give him an extra chicken leg."

The president touched him with a cup: "Sounds cool, I have a chance to have a meal."

Feng Wu shook his cup: "Your situation is not right today, what happened? You were beaten by your father, so you are so obedient tonight? You are so obedient that I wonder if your family is going to close down, so you bear the humiliation and finally plan to do well." A mascot now."

CEO: "Because I'm thinking about things, I don't have time to deal with those people whose eyeliner is almost on their noses...Look, that high-heeled shoe platform is too high, and I've sprained my ankle."

Feng Wu followed his gaze, and sure enough, a lady with a V-neck on her chest that almost pulled down her belly button was stroking her fair thighs delicately at this time, and seemed to be teasing her lace panties.

CEO: "Speaking of which, how did such a low rank get mixed in?"

Feng Wu shook his head: "Don't you think that the existence of such people can enliven the atmosphere? Otherwise, it would be as depressing as doing business."

CEO: "The active atmosphere depends on revealing underwear... Am I at a wedding scene?"

Feng Wu: "Believe it or not, she will fall in the headlines of the gossip news tomorrow. How much do you think her price is?"

CEO: "Anyway, there is no lover in the whole city who can have such a high standard as your family's. My dad and girlfriend can't afford to live in a small apartment for a year."

Feng Wu had a proud and hurtful expression on his face: "I just bought him an MRI machine at the beginning of the year. It was imported and cost around 600 million. I think my family's eyes are straight. If it wasn't for him not being able to fuck the machine, I'm afraid I can see that the machine is being touched by him and becomes pregnant."

CEO: "Then suddenly I feel that your family is very sincere, and can express whatever he likes."

Feng Wu: "Have you met your destined person? Why do you feel this way?"

President: "You know I played games recently, I found a booster, and that booster... I don't quite understand what he wants."

Feng Wu was baffled: "What else can the power leveling want? It must be money, if you give it to him, it's over."

The president scratched his head: "He doesn't want much money, he wants what's within the scope of the contract, but he wants me to follow the contract."

Feng Wu: "What kind of new era is this so good for power leveling, and the boss is not allowed to give more rewards if he is happy?"

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