A flying pot hit Rumwaliang on the head.
[N: I will come to the Second Research Institute every week from now on]
[N: You report to me in person]
When Rum received the email from Mr. N, he was unaware of the anger in it. However, after all, he had been in this business for so many years and caution was his motto. He recently reviewed the organizational development, task planning and personal behavior, and was relieved when he believed that he had not failed in his duties.
On Sunday afternoon, the boss called him to the conference room.
Faced with the familiar green frog mask, Rum was able to control his emotions, keeping his face and heart serious at the same time, summarizing the organization's recent key trends into a 20-minute content, and reporting it to the boss smoothly. The other party asked several questions, all of which were very sharp, pointing out the minor mistakes he tried to sew into his speech.
"Sorry." Rum said, "I..."
Boss interrupted him nonchalantly: "How are these new recruits?"
Rum didn't pay much attention to the training of newcomers. As the second-in-command, he had to look after all the big and small things in the organization. Training newcomers was naturally not a big deal, and he would not allocate much energy to it. Apart from having met one or two top-notch members of the action team, Rum couldn't say anything, so he could only speak in an official tone: "The overall situation is still on the sidelines. The more outstanding ones are..."
"Rum." After listening to this, the boss's electronic voice became a little deeper. "Training new people is very important to me. They are the tracks that keep the organization moving forward. I'll leave it to you..."
He asked back lightly, but it gave people goose bumps: "Is this how you treat me? Do you think you can get away with this?"
Rum was in the wrong, so he had to apologize honestly: "Sorry, Boss, I didn't do well enough. Please forgive me for some time."
Thousands of thoughts raced through Rum's mind as he began to read and comprehend.
The superficial meaning of the term "newcomer" is:
1. There are no outstanding newcomers at present, and the boss is very dissatisfied
2. The performance of the old members of the action team is mediocre, not as good as the new members
For the former, Rum could quickly find a solution. He remembered the new member of the action team named "Kurosawa Jin". The boy was a potential top killer. Next, he would allocate resources to focus on training Kurosawa and let him achieve enough achievements to win the boss's approval in a short period of time.
The latter was easier to accomplish, so he personally went to have a "heart-to-heart talk" with several codename members of the action team, half threatening and half reminding them to work diligently.
The inner meaning of "newcomer"... Is the boss dissatisfied with the "old man"? Who is it? Who did something to make the boss unhappy
There were too many things involved in this issue. The organization was huge, its root system was as intricate as a giant tree, and so was its network of interests. For a while, Rum really couldn't quickly lock on to the target.
So, Rum decided to simply use a process of elimination.
First, he eliminated the correct answer: himself.
"I am the second-in-command of the organization. I work diligently and I have no second thoughts about the organization." Rum thought as a matter of course, "No matter what happens, it can't be blamed on me."
"Forget it this time." Boss stood up and walked to the window, the hem of his windbreaker swaying as he moved. "Rum, don't make me remind you of such a simple thing a second time. You know it yourself."
Rum lowered his head. The hair follicles that had grown again in the spring breeze not long ago stood out a bit on his lightbulb-like head.
“…Yes,” said Rum.
"Go back." Boss continued, with his back to him, "If Pisco is outside, ask him to come in."
Rum responded quickly but stood up slowly. He left the meeting room and walked a few dozen steps along the corridor.
The middle area of the corridor is decorated as a warm rest area, and the elderly Pisco is sitting on the sofa chair, wearing a sophisticated handmade suit, slowly flipping through a magazine.
He obviously heard the noise of someone walking over.
Rum said succinctly: "The boss asked you to go into the meeting room next door."
Pisco smiled and nodded: "Long time no see."
Rum had no intention of reminiscing with him and nodded casually; Pisco was not disappointed either, he put the magazine back on the shelf and walked towards the half-open door of the meeting room.
Rum, who was standing behind him, stared at his back and fell into deep thought.
Based on his understanding of the Boss, it was definitely not a good thing for the other party to ask to see someone... At least that was how he thought about it.
What did Pisco do that made Boss have to see him
Kenzo Masuyama, codenamed Pisco, is nearly sixty years old and is a veteran of the organization.
In his early years, Pisco followed his predecessor, Karasuma Renye, to conquer the world. Because he was good at business, he established a business empire of considerable scale with the support of the organization. With the help of the organization, he became a hot figure in the political and business circles, and after sitting in this position, he gained power and benefits, and then gave back to the organization.
The most famous company under the group is a car company, of which Pisco is the chairman, and it brings considerable income to the organization every year.
He is fifty-nine years old this year. He has seen the prosperity of the world, the highest level of enjoyment and the bloodiest torture. Nothing can easily shake the perfect smiling mask on his face.
Pisco knocked on the door and when he heard "Come in", he pushed the door open.
When they heard that the organization had changed its name to "Frog Organization", most of the young codename members were very surprised and privately expressed their opposition, thinking that the name was too embarrassing; the elder Pisco smiled at the time, saying that it was just a change of name, and the essence of the organization remained unchanged. There was really nothing to be surprised about such a thing...
Pisco saw the green frog head in a black suit.
Pisco: “…”
The frog head chuckled and said, "Sit anywhere you want."
“…” Pisco choked, “Okay, Boss.”
The 59-year-old steady veteran almost couldn't hold back his expression. He struggled to maintain a smile and pulled out a chair to sit down.
—Who can tell him that it’s fine if the organization is called the Frog Organization, but why is the boss a frog head
Judging from his figure and the back of his hands, Boss is very young, perhaps no more than twenty years old.
After being shocked for a few seconds, Pisco treated Frog Head with respect, just like he treated the previous boss, and dared not neglect him. As a businessman, Pisco's greatest advantage is knowing the times. Making money requires the right time, right place, and right people. The first two are largely due to luck, but the last one is something you can decide for yourself.
Bosses come and go, but the group remains. Unlike several other veteran figures who are loyal to Karasuma Renya and have complaints about the current boss, Pisco just wants to keep his position and continue to enjoy the endless benefits brought by status and wealth. As for who the boss is, he doesn't care.
Boss asked, "Pisco, how long have you been a member of the organization?"
Pisco replied cautiously, "Since I was twenty-one."
"Oh," said Boss, "So, the Masuyama Group has a history of more than 30 years."
Pisco couldn't figure out Boss's mentality, so he could only say what he thought: "Yes."
"What about Masuyama Motors?" The other party mentioned the most profitable subsidiary of the group. "It has been in business for nearly 30 years, right?"
Pisco had a feeling that the next sentence would be the highlight, and he responded: "...Yes."
"In that case, you will definitely be able to complete this task."
Boss folded his hands, put them on the table, and leaned forward. His strange frog head actually revealed a sense of oppression from top to bottom. He paused deliberately, obviously very good at controlling the rhythm of the conversation, and easily lifted Pisco's uneasy heart.
Pisco wondered, what could it be? Are they going to put explosives in the car
"—build me a Ferrari 4399."
Boss said.
Pisco: “…”
Pisco: “?”
ah
What
"What's wrong?" Boss stared at him, obviously not satisfied with his reaction. "The company has been running for so long, and you can't even build a Ferrari?"
#He said something that made no sense in a matter-of-fact tone#
other side
It was so confident that after two or three seconds, Pisco couldn't even think of how to refute it effectively.
Pisco said dryly: "Boss, um, our company is not called Ferrari..."
The boss was dissatisfied: "Do you think I'm blind and deaf? Don't you think I don't know the name of the company?"
Pisco: "… Sorry."
"Ferrari 4399." Boss's voice turned cold. "I'll give you half a month. I want to see the car in two weeks. Is that ok?"
Pisco entered the sublimation state of the frog universe.
Asking Masuyama Motors to build a Ferrari is like asking a fish to give birth to a cow or a cow to lay an ostrich egg. It is totally irrational, illogical, and unreasonable... But this is the boss's order, so I dare not disobey.
Pisco: "... Understood. In at most two weeks, you will see the Ferrari 4399 produced by Masuyama Motors."
Boss nodded: "Very good."
Like Rum, after the shock wore off, Pisco naturally interpreted the Boss's deliberate provocation as a test of the veteran members.
Thinking about it this way, Pisco suddenly understood: this was both a challenge and an opportunity to show his loyalty that could not be missed.
He perked up and asked enthusiastically, "Excuse me, how many Ferraris do you want and what colors do you want?"
"One."
—The twisting car on the frog is green, what color should the Ferrari be
Unable to make a decision immediately, Hojo Natsuki said vaguely: "We'll talk about the color when the time comes."
Pisco: “…!”
As expected! He guessed correctly, Boss didn't care about the color at all, and his real interest was not in the car. He didn't want the Ferrari at all!
Let Masuyama Motors build Ferrari 4399 - meaning that the future business direction of the organization will be entirely decided by the new boss. Not to mention building Ferrari, even if it is Lamborghini, Mercedes-Benz, or Porsche, as long as the boss gives the order, they must do it honestly.
Pisco, who thought he understood the boss's implication, breathed a sigh of relief.
"Tap", "Tap".
There was a knock on the door.
A soft female voice said, "Excuse me, I am here to deliver coffee and tea by order of Lord Rum."
"Come in." said Boss.
Pisco looked towards the door and saw a young woman in a light-colored suit with delicate makeup, about 27 or 28 years old, pushing a cart into the meeting room.
He felt that the woman looked familiar, but due to his dual roles as chairman of the group and a veteran member of the organization, he met different people 364 days out of 365 days a year, so it was difficult for him to remember her for the time being.
With gentle and graceful movements, the woman placed the tea break on the table and placed two steaming cups of coffee next to Pisco and Boss.
"Costa Rican coffee beans, hand-ground, very fresh." She smiled with curved lips, her eyelashes hiding her fierce eyes, "... Please have a taste, both adults."
Pisco picked up the porcelain cup and found that the coffee was indeed fragrant.
He glanced thoughtfully at the familiar woman and saw that she lowered her head, her red lips curved, and she looked gentle and flattering.
wrong!
Pisco was suddenly startled.
This woman is not Rum's subordinate at all! She is-
[There are some voices opposing you within the [Frog Organization], such as the remnants of the Karasuma Party, led by the organization's elder [Yagegua]]
[[Yagegua] is loyal to [Karasuwa] and thinks you are not worthy of being the boss of [Frog Organization], so he decides to murder you and take over as the leader himself]
[[Yagequa] sent out [Killer Mink]]
[Killer Mink] is getting closer and closer to you! 100m, 50m, 10m, 5m... ]
[Watch out! [Killer Mink] has been in business for ten years and has never failed. He has killed more people than Big O has killed fish! He is the elite among the elites.
Don’t be fooled by its soft and harmless appearance!]
[Be careful! The [Killer Mink] is coming!]
The system kept popping up reminder messages, and the BGM changed from cheerful light music to dynamic string sounds, creating a tense atmosphere.
This made Hojo Natsuki a little nervous, and she changed the way she played with her phone—she sat up on the bed.
He was afraid that the puppy was really dead. Death was a small matter, he could just create a new account, but he hadn't gotten the Ferrari for free from Masuyama Company yet!
It would cost 80 million clovers to buy one for the frog myself!
Hojo Natsuki concentrated his mind and gathered his energy.
What will it be…
Then he saw a gray mink pushing a cart into the conference room and placing a cup of coffee next to the dog Boss's paw.
A line of transparent bullet screen [Poisonous] floated by the coffee.
[Killer Mink]: Hahahahaha… Coffee is here!!
Xia Shu: “?”
What is this doing
[Killer Mink]: Drinking coffee is such a wonderful thing. Boss, you drink first.
[Killer Mink]: Drink it! Why don’t you drink coffee
Xia Shu: “…”
are you crazy!!
He controlled the puppy to grab the coffee and poured it directly onto the Killer Mink.
[Killer Mink] changed his flattering look, and immediately jumped up, his nails suddenly grew longer, and he pounced on the white puppy like a female ghost!
Then the game interface suddenly changed into a music game similar to Taiko no Tatsujin.
On the far left is the white dog sticker, and on the far right is the killer mink sticker.
The interface is shown in the following text.
[White Dog] [Shield Icon] ... [Dagger], [Dagger], [Dagger] [Killer Mink]
The shield icon stays where it is, while the dagger icon keeps drifting to the left. When the dagger and shield icons overlap, the player taps the screen.
The shield glowed green and the dog jumped up on the spot.
System: [Dodge successful! ]
Hojo Natsuki: “…”
This... what is this...
He played Taiko Master Low-profile version for a while with a blank expression, dodging the last [Dagger]—
The killer mink suddenly opened his eyes wide, fell to the ground, and murmured: "I'm sorry... I didn't complete the task..."
Then, blood gushed out of his mouth and he died.
The elderly Pisco rushed to the dog and shouted, "Boss! Are you okay?"
Xia Shu: “…”
Crazy!!! Crazy!!! Crazy!!!
What the hell is going on!
Because he was so nervous, Hojo Natsuki immediately switched back to the development interface and looked at the frog to cleanse his eyes.
The frog's wounds had not healed yet, so it could not enter the shooting range freely. It could only sit at home, cross-legged with its back to him, doing something with its head down, apparently chewing its paws.
so cute!
Hojo Natsuki poked the frog: [What are you doing? ]
It turned around with a wrinkled little green face (?).
[Gin]：It's none of your business
Hojo Natsuki thought about it and decided not to talk about the Ferrari for the time being. He couldn't think of a topic for a while, so he hummed and pretended to complain: "I was stabbed just now and almost died."
The Boss of the Frog Organization, your puppy daddy, was almost killed by a nasty mink, and you were almost going to become an orphan frog!
You should at least show some concern, Gin-chan!
Xia Shu smiled. He was sure that the little frog had him in mind. The frog would definitely show some concern in a weird way, such as answering "Oh" at first, and then asking him indirectly what was going on...
[Gin]：
[Gin]: Are you still alive
Hojo Natsuki: “???”
Huh?? What are you talking about?!
What an unlucky son, so unfilial!!!
[Natsuki]：Of course! Of course I'm alive!
[Natsuki]: Why are you still cursing me to death? I am not happy anymore.
[Gin]: Oh
The frog on the screen turned around, and because it was sitting cross-legged, the ends of its long silver hair hung to the floor.
When we first met, its hair was barely shoulder-length and just long enough to tie into a ponytail. It seems that its hair is growing at an alarming rate.
Qinwa turned on his phone, then turned off the screen, and then became distracted, as if he was making a rather hesitant decision.
After a moment, it asked: [Then why don't you see me? ]
(End of this chapter)