I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

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"Hmm, not bad."

Disciplinary Department.

shhhhh!

Two special injections made me feel much better, and the slight dizziness caused by blood loss completely disappeared.

Carly, with a cigarette dangling from her lips, continued reviewing Du Jue's resume in the minister's office. She casually placed the mimicry broadsword into the current state preservation box, then suddenly turned to Du Jue and asked, "Have we met before? The file says you used to live in Lane 23, across from me or something."

Hey!

Is it really necessary to investigate World Wings' background so thoroughly, and who leaked this information?

Du frowned, remembering that he had mentioned it to Finn, but it was just a joke, and no one would actually believe it.

"Uh, Minister, don't you remember?"

Carly glanced at Du Jue strangely at these words. "How the hell do I remember things from so far back? But I remember I killed all those acquaintances. You came later?"

[Due to the urgency of the brain rescue and technical limitations, the ministers' memories are slightly blurred.]

"It really is!"

Du Jue nodded calmly, "But you also know that the people in the back alley are very busy, so it's normal that you don't interact with them when you meet."

Carly flipped through the resume with skepticism, then irritably threw it aside, tapped the table, and asked, "Did you obtain your EGO from the branch? Otherwise, how did you achieve this level? I've never heard of someone rising to the second-tier finisher in just one or two months."

"Shouldn't you be the one finishing off the projects at this rate? Has the city changed so much in the last time we've seen it?"

Unlike other ministers born within the nest, Carly, who was familiar with the back alleys, was clearly puzzled by the anomaly of the denial.

When pressed for an explanation, Du Jue could only give a vague answer: "I don't know. Maybe after I finish here, I can become a color finishing person."

"Never mind, none of this matters."

Carly waved to indicate that Du Jue could leave. "I heard the supervisor likes to move you around a lot. I'm actually looking forward to you coming to the disciplinary department. Let's talk in more detail then."

It's no longer possible to conclude that Carly simply thinks she's powerful enough to suppress the Abnormalities.

[Ilya: Du Jue, it looks like you got off work smoothly today. Let me treat you to dinner!]

[Gabriel: There's something I didn't have time to report to the supervisor before. Are you really okay? I've never seen so many...patterns inside a human body.]

Business center.

Ilya greeted Du Jue, who had just entered the lobby, with great enthusiasm, even waving the memo in her hand, "Du Jue, over here!"

Just as the two were about to go upstairs, they heard a live broadcast playing from an external speaker and turned around curiously to look.

Formerly a psychological clinic, now a fight club.

Michelle sat somewhat dejectedly in a corner of the book club. She noticed that her employees preferred watching the pre-recorded episodes of "Urban Girl" to reading books.

"Michelle, want to go out for dinner together?!"

Ilya warmly sat down next to Michel.

Du Jue watched as the employees wearing protective gear fiercely punched each other. Their blows were so powerful that an outsider might think they had some deep-seated grudge.

Physical decompression is indeed faster.

Michelle quickly put down her book and gave a gentle smile, but her expression became somewhat hesitant and stiff when she saw Du Jue on the table. "No... no need. I still need to move the endorphins that I accumulated at the clinic. I'm afraid I don't have time."

"Minister, how about I help you move your things? I can get it done in one trip."

Du Jue turned around and looked at Michelle, who was looking down, and asked, "Speaking of which, Minister, aren't you going to be a referee?"

“They’re just fighting freely, there’s no need to decide a winner… I don’t want to cause them any trouble.”

Michelle bit her lip and said softly, "The supply of endorphins is also limited. I'll only keep enough for a dozen or so more people at the clinic... You guys should go eat, I still need to host the book club."

what?

After observing most of the employees who were engrossed in pre-recorded content, Du Jue felt that the place didn't really need a host, but still wisely nodded and left.

Only after leaving the fight club did Du Jue hear Ilya's somewhat worried words.

“Du Jue, don’t you think Michelle isn’t very happy? I think the cancellation of the psychological clinic project must be very upsetting for her. It’s a pity we were all very busy before, even the minister didn’t have time to rest, let alone take care of these things.”

Wait a minute, given Michelle's current state, does this mean the training department will be the target of tomorrow's special crackdown?!

[This is unacceptable. Please come to the meeting room; the supervisor wants to see you.]

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Chapter 210 The Sandwich.

After finishing the leftover glutinous rice balls in the refrigerator with Ilya at the restaurant, Du Jue rushed to the appointment as Angela suggested.

meeting room.

Do not look at the supervisor on the floor-standing screen with a strange expression; it is not a real image, but a cartoonized version with a large amount of detail reduced.

Angela stood quietly with her eyes closed, but the relevant information was already displayed on the contact lenses.

Supervisor X is a key figure in managing headquarters, so apart from the initial meeting on the first day, all communication with him needs to be filtered through a cognitive lens to prevent contamination from various known and unknown anomalies.

Now that things have come to this, I should reveal more secrets to you. For some reason, Ein transferred his memories to a database, becoming the X we know today.

Under my guidance, Supervisor X initially treated you as a dedicated special operations agent, but today he reviewed your file in detail and became curious about the supervisor you know.

A modified voice came through the loudspeaker: "Du Jue, it's a pleasure to speak with you privately. The workload at headquarters is immense, and we are very grateful for the help from the ministers and you."

“I originally planned to prevent you from being assigned EGO equipment, but Angela said you couldn’t use those, which is a real shame. This time I wanted to ask you about the working styles of the other supervisors, since the management pressure at headquarters is immense, and any mistake could result in a large number of casualties.”

Du Jue's expression immediately turned strange. "Excuse my bluntness, but shouldn't these kinds of management matters be asked of the department heads? That's what their expertise is all about."

What could he possibly say? Could he teach the other person how to play the game?

Supervisor X sounded a bit annoyed, “Those department heads who are too assertive are a bit difficult to get along with, while the friendly department heads are too humble and think there’s nothing they can teach me, and they all think you are a very special employee.”

"Besides, I just want to know how others would handle management work that could be life-threatening at any moment. Perhaps eliminating your own situation could give me some reference."

[I think perhaps the plan has been pushed too fast these past few days, leaving Supervisor X overwhelmed. But now is not the time for him to waver. Please keep him focused and prevent any mishaps here.]

If I didn't know the general situation of the Seed of Light, I would suspect that there might be a special task for the suppression supervisor X later, and he really isn't a psychologist.

It's really strange to ask him about something like this!

"In a flock of sheep, there is one or more dominant individuals who act as leaders to guide the direction and actions of the flock; otherwise, it will be chaotic and disorderly."

To avoid making things up, I can only try to appease Supervisor X for now.

Supervisor X immediately chimed in, "I understand, this is the leader phenomenon. Are you saying I should be more assertive in front of the ministers?"

"No, for those sheep with little wisdom, strength is the only criterion for choosing the leader, but it is completely different for humans, because there are far too many criteria for evaluating talent."

Du Jue turned to look at the silent Angela. "Everyone has countless ideas. If you're at sea, who should steer the ship? The answer is the person who steps out from the crowd and points out the direction."

"Because at least at that moment, everyone had to be led by the nose by this leader, that is, they had to make a choice—whether to become his enemy."

"Qualifications, experience, and even strength are not essential for a leader. The only thing that is indispensable is the courage to take the first step."

Touching the chest where the work card was sewn on, I felt a pang of melancholy.

"Now that you've taken the first step, you must show your followers the courage to move forward firmly, the courage to never compromise, and the courage that you alone will not break down."

"Is this so?"

Supervisor X nodded. "I see. No wonder you're so special compared to other employees. I think the long and winding road doesn't matter. What matters is that we will continue to work together until this project is successfully completed."

“I’m glad you were able to communicate with me during your rest time. I’ve benefited a lot from it. So, Angela, let’s end the meeting here.”

The floor-standing screen immediately went black, and the conference room fell into a brief silence.

Du Jue stroked his chin and broke the silence, saying, "This won't happen again, will it? Can't we let Supervisor X go to Minister Michelle's book club?"

"Actually, I think you are very talented in this area, otherwise I would not have changed the original script specifically for you."

A smart car that looked familiar to Dujue came running up behind Angela.

"However, I think there won't be any more meetings like this in the future. I will arrange some work for Supervisor X to keep him from being so idle."

Looking down at the car parked beside her, Du Jue asked in confusion, "Miss Angela, what's this?"

"If the information in the file is correct, I think you would like to eat it."

Angela opened her eyes and looked at the black screen. "This is a little compensation for how tired you are. I heard that unexpected surprises can make people feel much better."

food?

Suppressing a bad feeling, he reached out and took the warm metal box from the cart.

Snapped.

Upon opening it, an even more familiar sandwich was neatly arranged inside, leaving Du Jue speechless.

The background check on World Wings is really unreliable. I bet they just outsourced it to an agency. Who would want to eat this stuff every day?

Before Du Jue could put the cover back on, he heard Angela ask, "What? It seems you don't really like it."

"Uh, no, but there was no need to bring this for me. Aren't there some in the shopping center?"

Angela nodded thoughtfully. "Strictly speaking, this particular style of sandwich is hard to find in a business center environment because its production process is not just done by human hands, but is further processed and optimized by machine learning technology."

Listening to Angela's string of incomprehensible words, Du was inevitably confused. He couldn't understand why she would use this method to explain things from time to time, which only increased his doubts.

The piercing alarm suddenly blared, interrupting Du Jue's attempt to ask any further questions.

Du Jue closed the metal box and hurriedly looked at Angela, asking anxiously, "What happened? Isn't it after get off work?!"

"Although headquarters does have a concept of working hours, the Abnormality and Seed of Light projects do not. I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you again next."

Angela remained calm as always, simply looking down at the metal box on the cart.

"That alarm sound..."

Du Jue paused for a moment before realizing that this was clearly an alarm for core suppression, but shouldn't the ministers be resting right now? "Which department has had an incident?"

Angela closed her eyes again and relayed the order from Supervisor X word for word, "Extinguish, go to the training department immediately to carry out special suppression. Don't worry about failure, I will guarantee the operation's success."

Going back in time, huh? Apart from the powerful agreement provided by Company T, I really can't think of any other reason why Supervisor X had the confidence to say that.

"Okay, I'll go there now!"

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Chapter 211 Enkephalins.

Dengdengdeng.

Du Jue, who had been running all the way back to the training department, immediately discovered that the place was completely different from when he was at work. The entire corridor was filled with the deep green light of the suppressor, and none of the troublesome anomalies that he had encountered at work had escaped.

Ilya's loud voice rang out over the loudspeaker: "All assembled staff, please stand by in the control center, ready to suppress any possible escape attempts by anomalies!"

"At present, it seems that the problem is not with the alien entity, but with the head of the training department."

Gabriel calmly explained to Dujue through the headset, "Dujue, what you're going to do is probably a special kind of repression like what I and Ilya did."

"According to the intelligence compiled by Angela, Michelle left the fight club with a large amount of endorphins. Instead of going home, she went to her department office, suggesting that she had done something irrational."

Hearing Gabriel's words, Du Jue finally realized that although the other party had spoken succinctly and subtly, didn't he mean that Michelle had taken all the endorphins?!

Let alone medicine being three parts poison, even drinking enough water for a dozen people would kill you!

Michelle's actions were practically suicide. However, as a node of the Seed of Light, she couldn't die at headquarters. So the only possible outcome was a mental breakdown that triggered core suppression.

"You're more professional than me at handling this, so do it your way."

Gabriel then immediately cut off contact.

Bang!

Those with experience avoided roughly shoving open the iron gate at the end of the corridor and stepped onto the broken stone slab of the training department, the gaps filled with moss and weeds.

Unexpectedly, unlike the other ministers who became eccentric, Michelle sat quietly behind her office desk.

“Du Jue, it’s you. Where is Tiffany? She said she wants to see me for private therapy.”

Michelle looked up from behind the screen, but her face was so smooth that no features could be seen, only a smiley face drawn with black marker.

[Tiffany, she saved up the endorphins she received from the mental health clinic, overdosed on them, and died from hallucinations.]

Angela's timely reminder immediately brought Du Jue back to the person's memory.