I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

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"The challenges posed by this mutation certainly require more staff to handle."

Michelle walked over to Ilya and gently comforted her.

"Of course I know! Now I'm going to get back to work. Please go and arrange the staff operations department!"

After the two ministers left one after the other, Ilya finished dealing with the aftermath and finally looked at Du Jue, who was chatting with the surviving employees. The sense of accomplishment she had just felt quickly dissipated.

It seems that this unexpected test was entirely due to eliminating this special employee, and there is a lot of room for improvement in her command.

Even if the staff in the control department are not the most skilled in the department, as long as they are calm and give reasonable instructions, they are capable of dealing with those killing machines steadily and surely.

However, when she encountered the accident, she panicked first and even stubbornly refused assistance from other departments in order to show that she was capable of solving the problem.

"Yu Wen, although your actions just now did not meet the standards, they were still correct!"

Ilya immediately put on a smile when she saw the staff arrive, even though it was as stiff as a mask.

"After all, that was a completely unexpected situation."

Upon hearing this, Yu Wen's expression immediately turned strange. She hadn't expected that Du Jue, this newcomer, wasn't a stressed-out madman, but a truly capable and formidable person. "It's my fault for not following the standards, but Du Jue doesn't need me, as a senior, to guide him at all."

At this moment, the sensitive Ilya gritted her teeth to maintain her composure. She had only wanted to make Du Jue understand the dangers of the suppression work so that she could step in to comfort and instruct him.

After all, some of the company's employees are former finishers, but the level 5 employees equipped with powerful EGOs are in no way inferior to the industry's top performers.

However, Ilya never expected that Du Jue would be so strong, to the point that her subordinates questioned her management skills. At this moment, she could hardly understand why the company did not hire more second-tier finishers.

"Minister, I want to replace EGO. Otherwise, let alone the test of suddenly becoming stronger, I feel like I can't even compete with the newcomers."

Yu Wen turned her head to look at Du Jue with some frustration. Her actions, which she had previously considered rational, now seemed a bit awkward.

If she had known Du Jue's strength earlier, she wouldn't have thought of taking him away.

"I've noted it down, please wait patiently!"

Even though Ilya really didn't want to face her employees with her incompetence exposed, she still forced herself to step forward and said, "Alright, please continue with today's work! As for Dujue, please come with me."

Minister's Office.

Du Jue looked at Ilya, who was reporting to her supervisor, with a strange expression. Unlike her usual cheerful and lively self, Ilya was bowing her head slightly and her tone had become uncertain, sounding very unsure of herself.

"Ahem, Du Jue, what kind of punishment do you think Song Ya should have received?"

Having finished her important tasks, Ilya tentatively began to speak.

Is this still not over?

"Make him clean the toilets in the staff dormitory as punishment."

"Good suggestion!"

Ilya immediately pulled up Song Ya's surveillance video and gave him orders while he was still bandaging his left arm, leaving him completely bewildered.

"Now that we need to open two departments at the same time, joint training should also be put on the agenda. Besides alarm drills, what else do you think we can do?"

Seeing that Ilya seemed a bit off, Du Jue cautiously suggested, "How about we create a department group and a general staff group so everyone can communicate?"

"A very creative suggestion, let's do it!"

Ilya remained busy with work, but she always sought Du Jue's opinion, which seemed to put her at ease.

Clearly, you have gained the trust of the Minister of Control; your work efficiency must be acknowledged to be exceptional.

really?

Du Jue, on the contrary, felt that Ilya was simply provoked, and it must be that sharp-tongued minister's fault.

After working overtime for three hours.

"To get the staff together faster, I've decided to switch the headsets to more robust and stable pagers. What do you think?"

"Minister, you're absolutely right! Why don't you take a break, Minister Ilya? After all, the responsibilities of the three levels and ten departments at headquarters rest on your shoulders. If you overwork yourself, I can't believe headquarters will be like this without you in charge."

Upon hearing this, Ilya paused, staring blankly at the screen filled with command logs, and fell silent. "It's not enough. As the head of the control department, I need to work even harder."

"Minister, please help me out, I'm starving."

Du Jue quickly changed his tune, saying, "I actually admire your perseverance, Minister. I can't compare to you. How about I treat you this time?"

Ilya turned her gaze from the screen to Du Jue in surprise, only then remembering that he had indeed worked hard today. She quickly put down her memo and said, "My treat!"

A noodle and pastry restaurant.

This was the first time Du Jue had ever eaten so happily, having devoured three bowls of dumplings. It turns out that this awful place, headquarters, isn't so bad after all.

Ilya watched with great pleasure as Du Jue ate with a hearty appetite, finally feeling a bit of her authority as a boss return. She excitedly picked up the white condiment bottle and added it to the glutinous rice balls, saying, "No need to rush, you can eat as many as you want."

rustling.

After finishing another large bowl, Du Jue noticed the lethal amount of salt Ilya had added and asked in confusion, "Minister, isn't it salty with so much salt?"

"No, I really like sweets. Since you're off work, just don't call me by my name anymore, I don't mind!"

"Ok?"

Ilya then realized what had happened, carefully examined the spice bottle in her hand, and immediately lost her smile. "How could this happen? I wasn't paying attention."

Ilya slumped onto the table, completely devoid of the energy she had shown in the control department.

Seeing that Ilya was at a loss because of a bowl of glutinous rice balls, Du Jue quickly said, "It's okay. Making mistakes is normal. Besides, there is no absolute standard for right and wrong. You just need to overcome it."

"But I still make mistakes, and the harder I try, the more mistakes I make."

"It's just a little salt. You can eat the glutinous rice balls by adding some water after taking them out. There's absolutely no need to worry. As long as you add enough water, it will dilute any flavor."

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Chapter 190 Celebration.

Ilya watched as Du Jue picked up a glutinous rice ball, rinsed it in the noodle soup, and ate it without batting an eye. She immediately looked up and asked curiously, "Isn't it salty?"

"Wait! What kind of filling is this?"

Du Jue took a couple of bites and immediately realized something was wrong. Upon closer inspection, he discovered it was actually black coffee-flavored glutinous rice balls. "This stuff is bitter!"

Ilya smiled a little shyly, "I like to try new things, so I specifically asked Angela to bring some interesting items when we went shopping. I added sugar because eating something sweet makes me feel better, which helps to balance the bitterness of the black coffee."

"Can't you eat something normal?"

I quickly spat out the glutinous rice balls, feeling the bitterness of black coffee and salty bitterness in my mouth, and I didn't even want to look at the bowl of food anymore.

Seeing Du Jue like this for the first time cheered Ilya up. She labeled the bowl of glutinous rice balls and put it in the store's refrigerator. "It's okay, I'll finish the rest."

Ilya, who was about to say something, suddenly looked strange. She stood up, gave a few instructions into her earpiece, and hurriedly left.

"Minister, what happened?"

It's much better to stop rinsing your mouth after opening a can of cola.

"The civilian staff's dormitory caught fire. They said that guy's silicone had mold spots, and he didn't want to throw it in the trash and let others see it, so he burned it himself."

Ilya's vibrant smile returned.

"Fulfilling the shopping list for outstanding employees—that was Michelle, the head of the training department, who came up with the idea. It looks like it's going to cause a lot of trouble, but luckily I'm here to handle these problems. See you next time!"

As Du Jue left the noodle shop, he noticed a significant increase in the number of employees in the commercial center, and there was even a queue in one place where he met an acquaintance.

"Song Ya, what are you doing here?"

Du Jue looked at the shop at the end of the line with a strange expression. It turned out to be a psychological clinic directly under the training department. Now he understood what was going on.

Song Ya greeted Du Jue with great delight, "I'm here with a friend to get some endorphins. If you want some, I'll get you some."

Standing next to Song Ya was a melancholy woman with curly hair. When she saw Du Jue coming over, she only glanced at him casually before silently lowering her head.

He refused without raising his hand; he had special treatment from Angela and didn't need to take away someone else's share. "So you're here to see a psychologist? The training department is quite useful."

"Hey, nobody comes here for any kind of psychotherapy."

Song Ya glanced at the clinic and then whispered, "That's a clinic run by the head of the training department. They can get endorphins directly without needing approval from the supervisor."

Noticing Du Jue's strange gaze, Song Ya quickly explained, "Of course I'm not here for endorphins. I don't like using drugs or prosthetics to modify my body. It might be a little hard to understand, but I'm a pure naturalist."

"real or fake?"

Du Jue suddenly understood why Song Ya broke down in front of his supervisor; this guy actually managed to withstand the high pressure of work without relying on psychiatric drugs.

"Because my father was drunk and got into a car accident, he ended up spending a lot of money to have a prosthetic surgery to save his life. I also have an older brother who got high and went to bother the Ninth Association's delivery team, and his head was smashed by a huge delivery box."

"I hate the feeling of being controlled by drugs."

Song Ya sighed, "This is Fu Feng. He was my classmate before joining World Wings. Actually, there were a few others who came in with me, but they all died."

Du Jue could only pat him on the shoulder and say, "Remember the shadows of the past; there's no need to let them stop you from moving forward."

"Thank you. Actually, I found him dead when I brought him warm milk that morning. The room was full of empty mineral water bottles from the shopping center."

Song Ya pondered for a moment, "Actually, this is the first time I've ever heard that drinking too much water can kill you."

Hey!

Why did the topic suddenly become so heavy? I don't want to hear it!

"Don't worry, I won't do such a stupid thing, although I have done another stupid thing before."

"Actually, I roughly understood at the time that barging into the meeting room would not end well, but I didn't expect that there would still be someone who wanted me to live. Anyway, I don't want to give up now, so I came to help my last classmate."

Du Jue looked at the smiling Song Ya and the still bowed Fu Feng, not knowing what to say. "Well then, I wish you good luck."

Please come to the conference room.

Why does it feel like I have to go to work twice a day?

meeting room.

A familiar tall figure stood before the floor-to-ceiling screen.

It was discovered that Angela seemed to really like turning her back to him, even though for this artificial intelligence, being facing away or backward was meaningless.

"Du Jue, how do you feel about being in the Control Department?"

"What's wrong? Can't you see it?"

Du pulled out his office chair and sat down, puzzled.

"Human feelings cannot be explored using simple data. Instead of doing fuzzy analysis, directly asking the person is a more efficient way."

"Not bad. Are you going to go against the majority opinion and create a deputy ministerial position for the control department?"

Du Jue perked up at the mention of promotion, but Angela's sudden remark left him completely bewildered.

"That was my initial plan, but it's no longer valid. Besides, Ilya suggested to the supervisor that you be transferred to another department."

"Ok?"

Du Jue had some doubts: how come they were just sitting together eating peacefully a moment ago, and now they wanted to kick her out?

"What's happening here?"

“Ilya thinks it’s a waste of your talents to stay in the Control Department. There are many departments that would be more suitable for you, such as the Training Department or the Disciplinary Department.”

Angela then turned to face Du Jue, but as always, she kept her eyes closed. "Before the final stage of the Seed of Light project arrives, I don't want the ministers to realize the close connection between us, so I won't stop them."

"So you mean I'll be transferred?"

"To be precise, it was to help the supervisor quickly take control of the new department. The supervisor approved of this suggestion and therefore gave you access to all departments, perhaps also because he valued your extraordinary mobility and combat effectiveness."

Du Jue was speechless. This guy was treating her like a beast of burden. So, the supervisor was going to have to rely on her as a crutch when starting a new job?

Despite the ruthlessness of Company L, Du Jue thought that the board position promised by Angela made him feel that these work difficulties were insurmountable. "So I'm being transferred to the training department?"

"You'll be reporting to the intelligence department tomorrow. Don't worry about Minister Gabriel targeting you; he's a rational man and rarely acts rashly. There's been a lot of staff movement between departments at headquarters, so it's not a big deal."

Du Jue licked his lips, wondering if his supervisor was targeting him. He had just criticized Gabriel earlier that day, and now he was being asked to work in his department. The situation was a bit too awkward.

Before Du Jue could utter a single complaint, Angela picked up a bottle of champagne from her desk. "Do you have a habit of drinking? Perhaps next time we transport supplies, I should gather more detailed information about you."

"What kind of champagne is this?"

Du Jue is a little confused about what Angela, a robot, is doing with the alcohol.

“For managers, the first experience of an employee’s death often leaves a deep impression. I’ve heard that people remember the deceased by dancing together during the Day of the Dead, so I prepared champagne to celebrate.”

"However, the supervisor didn't drink this time."

Angela pushed him in front of Du Jue, "Perhaps you want to celebrate?"