The contract drafted by the Bureau of Secrets is very standardized, much more standardized than other alien organizations in China, at least there are no twists and turns, and many things are laid out in black and white for you to see clearly.
Overall, the contract is fair.
The more you pay for the Bureau of Secrets, the more you can get.
The treatment is different from the treatment of external temporary workers. For example, members who join the Bureau of Secrets and become regular members will receive special internal points in addition to the due labor fee after completing tasks. From the contract point of view... this should be It is something more valuable than banknotes.
It is clearly written in the contract that such points are used to redeem rewards.
Except that hot weapons cannot be exchanged, many things that Yiren needs can be exchanged with points.
Religious practice books, rare magic weapons and evil weapons, some special tools produced by the scientific research department, and abnormal tools that people flock to...
"If I knew the conditions were so good from the beginning... I should have joined long ago..." Chen Xian flipped through the contents of the contract, feeling a little emotional.
According to the past situation, there are many rules and regulations stipulated by the Bureau of Secrets, but there are very few in this contract, which seems to be specially customized for Chen Xian.
Judging from the several requirements in the contract, Chen Xian didn't have much to do, as long as he showed up when he had tasks, he could choose to rest at home at other times, and he didn't need to be on duty like other members.
After carefully reading it several times, Chen Xian felt that there was nothing wrong with it. He picked up a pen and signed his name, and pressed his finger print and palm print respectively according to the regulations.
At this point, Chen Xian officially took up the post at the Ningchuan Branch of the Secret Bureau.
"From now on, we will be our own people." After putting the contract into the file bag, Fatty Huo put away the usual playful smiley expression on his face. The cooperation will be as pleasant as before."
Chen Xian nodded and shook hands with him.
"must."
As soon as the words fell, before Fatty Huo took his hand back, Chen Xian asked suddenly.
"Is the cafeteria open?"
Fatty Huo was stunned for a moment, as if he hadn't recovered: "It's...it's not time for dinner yet..."
"Is that so..." Chen Xian looked extremely disappointed.
"Are you hungry?" Fatty Huo asked tentatively.
"Okay."
Chen Xian rubbed his nose, still feeling a little embarrassed. As an introverted person like him, he seldom made direct demands on others.
At this moment, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open.
Chen Xian looked back subconsciously, and the person who came in was an acquaintance.
Logistics Department, Zhao Song.
"Uncle Zhao."
Zhao Song left a good impression on Chen Xian, especially in the case of Xu Sanhan, Zhao Song helped him more or less.
Chen Xian is not a person who likes to owe favors, so as long as someone helps him in many things, he will remember the favor and try his best to repay it.
Seeing Chen Xian, Zhao Song also seemed very happy, a rare smile appeared on his rigid face.
"Xiao Chen, I heard that you will come to our branch to report today, so I came back to see you." Zhao Song said, reaching out to shake Chen Xian, "It seems that we will have more opportunities to cooperate in the future .”
"Old Zhao, where are the others?" Fatty Huo lit another cigarette, sat on the leather chair with his legs crossed, completely unable to see what the chief of the bureau should look like, "Didn't you say that the section chiefs should meet today?"
"Come soon, just now I met outside..."
Before Zhao Song could finish speaking, the door of the conference room was pushed open again.
The person who walked in this time was very strange to Chen Xian. He was also a middle-aged man, about forty years old, with long disheveled hair similar to that of an artist, and the shirt he was wearing hadn't been changed for a long time. There was a strong smell of smoke.
He didn't seem to wake up yet, the expression on his face was in a trance, and he would yawn from time to time, his whole body exuded an aura of extreme decadence.
"Ah? Are they all there?" When he spoke, his expression was still in a trance, his eyes were also very blank, and there were still traces of saliva at the corner of his mouth, as if he had just got up from the bed, and he looked at Chen Xian in a daze, "You Is it Xiao Chen?"
"This is Song Jueming, you can just call him Section Chief Song." Fatty Huo took the initiative to explain to Chen Xian, his tone full of undisguised disgust, "Don't look at him messing around with a beggar Similarly, this grandson is the chief of the investigation section, and he alone handles the investigation tasks of our branch."
"Hello." Chen Xian greeted Song Jueming politely, and offered to shake hands with him.
But soon Chen Xian regretted it, because he found that Song Jueming was really sloppy to a certain extent.
Not to mention the clothes on his body, he didn't know how long he hadn't washed his hands, the palms were full of black marks, and the slender fingernails were full of black mud... These things are completely different for Chen Xian, a clean freak. It's a nightmare!
Chen Xian was hesitating whether to take his hand back, but Song Jueming had already held his hand, with a silly smile on his face: "Hello, hello."
When Song Jueming let go of his hand, Chen Xian's face was ashen-colored, and the black five-fingerprints on his palm were dazzling.
Seeing this scene, the corners of Fatty Huo's mouth twitched a few times, as if he wanted to laugh but was too embarrassed to do so, so he gave Song Jueming a vicious look, and said to Zhao Song, "Go back and find some people to tie him up." , Throw it in disinfectant water and wash it well, damn it... This grandson is so disgusting!"
"I've wanted to do this for a long time." Zhao Song said blankly.
Song Jueming was sitting on the side laughing, and he didn't say anything when he heard the conversation between Fatty Huo and Zhao Song. He looked stupid and not very smart, but Chen Xian could feel...
This sloppy investigation chief is a stranger.
Although he didn't know Song Jueming's origin, Chen Xian could be sure that his smell was very similar to that of some religious cultivators, and his clothes also had a faint scent of incense.
Just as Chen Xian was secretly looking at him, the door of the conference room was pushed open again.
It was still a stranger who walked in this time, and it was also the first time Chen Xian saw him.
He was older than Song Jueming, and looked similar to Fatty Huo. In terms of facial features alone, he had almost no characteristics, but Chen Xian had the deepest impression on him.
This middle-aged man's skin was as black as coal, and looked a little greasy under the light, and there was an extremely conspicuous centipede-shaped scar from his left eye to his chin. Dao, the whole person exudes a depressing aura...
He is also a stranger
Chen Xian was a little puzzled. He didn't smell a stranger in this middle-aged man, but the strange thing was that he gave Chen Xian a much more dangerous feeling than Song Jueming. The beast walked into the meeting room, and that sense of oppression came over me.
"Old Tu is here?" Fatty Huo sat up straight, and greeted the man with a rare serious look, "Aren't you going out to work today? I thought you wouldn't be able to come!"
"I'm done." The black-faced man said, walked over and pulled a chair to sit down.
Compared with Zhao Song, who was less talkative, this man spoke less, and his voice was so dull that it made people uncomfortable, like the muffled thunder in the dark clouds on a rainy day, giving people an extremely strong sense of oppression.
Judging from the current situation, this man's status should not be low. Even if Fatty Huo is the director of the Ningchuan Branch, he is still polite to him.
"Come on, Xiao Chen, let me introduce you. This is Tu Sen, the chief of the Armed Forces Division."
People from the Armed Forces
There was a faint flash of understanding in Chen Xian's eyes, no wonder Fatty Huo was so polite to him...
"You are Chen Xian?" Tu Sen looked at Chen Xian, looked up and down a few times, then turned his head to look at Mu He who was sitting on the sofa eating snacks, with a puzzled expression, "Who is she?"
"I'll explain this to you later, anyway, it's not an outsider." Fatty Huo waved his hand, and threw him the cigarette case at hand.
But just when the cigarette box drew a perfect arc and was about to fall to the ground, Song Jueming reached out his hand abruptly to stop it, then took out the only cigarette left inside, and took a few puffs with a smile.
The muscles on Tu Sen's face throbbed again and again, as if he was suppressing the desire to curse.
"You sloppy... can you take a shower and change your clothes?" Tu Sen seemed to be forced by Song Jueming to talk more, and he almost squeezed the words out, "Don't embarrass us at the Bureau of Secrets ?"
Song Jueming couldn't hold back when he heard this, and looked at Tu Sen angrily and defended himself.
"I just changed my clothes and took a shower last month. How dirty are you? You are unreasonable!"