The full-level boss is laid off and re-employed in StarCraft

Chapter 8 Spiritual Compensation Is Needed

When Cen Wen was immersed in social news, someone opened the door and came in.

"Hey, someone, is it busy inside? How long have you been waiting here?"

"It's been almost an hour, and there's no one inside."

"Huh? Nobody?"

The visitor opened the small door inside and took a look, then walked in and opened the office of the person in charge, and came out with a puzzled expression on his face.

"It's really not there. Was there no one here when you came?"

"I'm a newcomer, but there was no one when I came. The guide robot took me to the door and left. I didn't dare to leave. I was afraid that you would shock me again, and my butt would be numb from sitting." Cen Wen said with an unhappy expression. complain.

"Then don't wait, go back, they may have something to do outside."

"Hurry up and rush me to come, and no one welcomes you, you are playing me!"

Cen Wen got angry immediately, got up pretending to be angry, vigorously opened the door and walked out, attracting curious glances from many people in the corridor.

"Sorry, sorry, come again tomorrow, they must be here."

Cen Wen didn't speak, but stomped his feet and left angrily.

The various offices in the corridor gossiped with each other, and it was immediately known that the manager who was responsible for the registration of newcomers and his secretary skipped work together, but when they called the two separately, they found that they couldn't get through.

But the friendship between colleagues, that's it. It's fine if you can't get through even a few communication calls. Who knows what happened to the two people who skipped work. Let's talk about it tomorrow.

Cen Wen returned to the first floor, lightly flicked his wrist when getting out of the elevator, and then went straight out the door.

The small vine, which had already shrunk in size and turned into a thin thread, slipped down at that moment, followed the wind from the legs of the people walking in and out, and floated lightly to the stairwell, and slipped to the third basement floor.

According to the secretary's confession, the financial room is on the third basement floor, and there is a large safe, because at irregular intervals, there will be a team of security guards with guns escorting cash boxes in and out through the back door, and the last time I saw them was two weeks ago.

The secretary only knew about this matter. As for whether there was any money in the cash box, she had no right to know. One of the missions of the little rattan was to sneak around and look for it.

She is a full-level boss, and today she was punished by the boss. She was attacked mentally and suppressed by gravity, and then was shocked by electric shock. How could she be worthy of this series of crimes without some compensation.

The little rattan slipped through every crack, and passed the gate access control of the financial building on the third basement floor smoothly. The entire floor was filled with various offices related to finance.

It has its own space technology and is sensitive to the environment. It can't be hidden from it in any office with darkrooms, but in fact those darkrooms are suites in the big office, and they just deceive the naked eye through the invisible door with a tight structure.

These suites, the little rattan has also seen one by one.

Cen Wen was in a dark alley on the street, and the main pet felt the same way, and she followed what Xiaoteng saw. She didn't think this kind of search was a waste of time, she just thought it was necessary.

In the end, luck was in their favor, and Xiao Teng got into a conference room with double doors, only to find a safe the size of a container standing inside.

The small rattan quickly approached the crack of the door. There is no gap in the door of this kind of exquisitely crafted safe, so it couldn't get through at all, but the rattan sticks to it anyway. A little gap is enough, and it can be teleported. Drilling in, this saves a lot of effort than going directly through the big iron door that fits perfectly.

[Wow, master, it's all money! 】

As soon as the little rattan got in, it let out a cheerful scream.

[I see, the cult is really rich, and the contribution rate is much more than the tithe tax. 】

[What are they hoarding so much cash for? 】

[Who knows.bribery?Trading contraband?It may be useful, otherwise the black market would not still have the largest cash flow to this day. 】

There are three large shelves inside, stacks of which are banknotes, just looking at it, gives birth to a feeling that money is just paper.

[Good boy, take the money and leave. 】

【Okay~】

The little rattan opened up the space, emptied it in a second, launched a teleportation, and left the building directly. Following the induction between the main pet, it fell directly to Cen Wen's side, and wrapped her wrist lightly.

Cen Wen immediately went out from the other end of the alley, pretending to be shopping nearby, looking for a place to have dinner, and finally returned with a bag of convenience food and daily necessities.

She didn't even look at the money in the space when she entered the house. She washed up and went to sleep. She had to open the stall early in the morning, so how could she have time to do extra things at night.

It was a good dream, the electric shock cuffs on his wrists were not disturbed. When we left the stall early in the morning, except for the customers waiting around the cart to order vegetables, and the people watching the excitement behind, they were all holding up the bracelets and patting the cuffs on Cen Wen's hands.

After the news of the Spring Bud Mutual Aid Association was spread to the outside world by enthusiastic netizens in the black market, there was already a public opinion in a day. This mutual aid association is most likely the core of a cult. This is something that cannot be done by normal and legal organizations.

But, this is a black market, and it's a lawless place, so it's not surprising that anything happens.

The customers who were waiting for the vegetables to ripen also had casual chats with Cen Wen, and they were also talking about her handcuffs.

The main reason is that customers saw her wearing this thing, but she didn't have a badge on her chest. Isn't this a ready-made chat topic.

"Hey, what are you talking about, one earth element and one spirit element cooperated, and forced me to set up this thing on the street, urging me to report to work, but I sat there for an hour, and the office was empty from the moment I entered. Yes, there is no one there, and I dare not leave. I finally waited for someone to come, and told me to go back first, and go again today. I must be sick!"

Cen Wen complained while working, the angry resentment was real, and the customers had to comfort her to calm down.

She did it on purpose, to publicize her innocence and misfortune to gain some sympathy from the public, and wait for the mutual aid association to break out of civil strife and provide new fun for the majority of netizens.

Hurry up and destroy this kind of cult-like mutual aid association, it will make people angry if they live one more day.

In the afternoon, Cen Wen came to the building of the Mutual Aid Association at the same time yesterday, and confirmed with the front desk lady whether the person in charge of the newcomers' registration was there, so as not to let her make another trip in vain.

The front desk called the secretary's desk, but naturally they couldn't get through.

Cen Wen also joined the show, and waited with a good temper from the beginning. Seeing that the front desk dialed twice and couldn't get through, he folded his arms and became a little impatient. He asked the front desk to call again, and she left without a response. , There are only three things, no such tricks.

The front desk called a third time, with the same result.

Cen Wen didn't appear very angry, her eyes were calm, but people could really feel her anger soaring.

The two receptionists were shivering.

(End of this chapter)