I, Li Zheng, formerly codenamed "Brother Flathead", am a non-staff member of the killer circle (retired).
Re-employed at the "Jackfruit" company, with a salary of NT$5,800, drinking milk tea every day, getting off work on time, and focusing on a paid health regimen.
Until the annual meeting, a few blind "wild dogs" wanted to demolish the house. I instinctively used a cake fork to fulfill the ultimate duty of an administrative position—maintaining the (physical) stability of the office environment.
The next day, the HR director awarded me a banner: "Pioneer in Dog Fighting". The bonus is 100, and comes with a permanent off-the-job responsibility - "canine behavior observer".
Abbreviation: dog watcher.
Holding the pennant, I understand. Jackfruit, jackfruit, has a sweet fruit on the outside and a hard core on the inside.
Sure enough, the "mastiff" came to the door that night. I silently opened the office drawer. There was no gun inside, just a stack of endless invoices and a paper clip with a pulp wrapped around it.
They play capital crushing, and I play administrative magic. Roll, you can roll.
After working overtime for several days to "watch the dog", my colleagues all praised me for my good gaming skills. Only the new intern Su Xiao came close to me while I was applying eye drops and blinked her clear and innocent eyes:
"Senior, 'beat the dog' until you hit your eyes without even blinking..."
"Do you want to do it or not?"
——Broken! ! This tone, this rhythm, this deadly curiosity...
Why is it exactly the same as the little ancestor in my memory who made me have three ribs stuck on my head? !
