Chapter 7: The Humble Reality
Today is Friday, and Zhang Xiaotian rushed to work early.
It was half past two o'clock in the morning when he went to bed last night, and as usual, the old witch had given him a series of jobs in the early hours of the morning, and asked him to do business in the morning.
I slept hastily for less than four hours, and then squeezed the bus to work hungry.
Sometimes Zhang Xiaotian laughs at himself and thinks about it, except for her poor character, bad personality, ugly appearance, and many things, the old witch is still good in other aspects!
But Zhang Xiaotian didn't want to go away like this, this was his sixth job, he didn't want to run away anymore, he had to face it bravely, at least, when he had the confidence to leave.
It was past the time to go to work, and the old witch hurried to the office.
"Xiao Zhang, come here."
Zhang Xiaotian walked into the old witch's office with trepidation.
"I took a leave of absence yesterday afternoon, why didn't I receive your leave slip?" The old witch was expressionless and stared straight at Zhang Xiaotian.
"Leader, I took a day off yesterday afternoon."
"Really? Let's go back first! ”
Ten minutes later, Zhang Xiaotian received a message from the old witch, which was a screenshot of the company's attendance system, a line of words marked by a red box, and a sentence at the back.
"The company's attendance regulations stipulate that overtime can only be taken within one month, forget it this time, pay attention next time!"
Zhang Xiaotian has 10,000 alpacas running in his heart, and the company's regulations are that this month's overtime will be taken off within the next month, not within a month after the overtime, and he has not violated any regulations! And you're such a big leader, just spend ten minutes looking for an attendance system for this matter!
But such a long work experience told Zhang Xiaotian that he could only swallow his grievances, so he didn't say anything, just silently replied, "Thank you, leader." ”
A humble day begins.
"How many times have I told you, I need you to do 80% of the work, and then I'll do a little bit of processing to make it the finished product. But the result? You also have 20% of the work output, do you think it is appropriate? ”
In fact, the old witch didn't explain her work at all, and she didn't let him ask, which is a good name, tacit understanding, and thinking ability.
"Yesterday afternoon, I asked everyone to hand in this month's assessment form within an hour, why did you run out of time? Half of the bonus will be deducted this month, and then there will be a next time, and it will be deducted in full. ”
In fact, Zhang Xiaotian took leave yesterday afternoon to buy a game helmet and was crowded in the crowd.
"I don't want this data, I want ...... Oh, here it is! ”
"Any kind of foreign exchange has to go through me, understand?"
"Why can't you do a job on your own? Other departments involved? You go to ask, go to contact to solve it! ”
"Why didn't you reply to my message right away? What are you busy with? Do you have a work plan? Send it to me now! ”
"Give me this watch before three o'clock in the afternoon, is there a problem?"
"What do you do? Have you thought about it seriously? Have you thought about the audience for this work? ”
"Your efficiency is too low, Xiao Zhang, you can't work like this!"
"Where is the progress of this work? Why didn't you report back to me regularly? ”
"What have you done! Redo! ”
The old witch does have professional experience, but Zhang Xiaotian doesn't have much relevant experience, and no one teaches him any work, so he can only search on the Internet by himself, which is inefficient and the results are not good.
……
Another day of torment has passed.
Zhang Xiaotian walked out of the company building tiredly, at this time the moon and stars were scarce, and the office building had long been empty.
It's been more than two hours since I got off work.
The company is far from the residence, and it takes an hour and a half to take the bus smoothly. Zhang Xiaotian bought some fried skewers on the side and waited slowly at the stop sign.
By the time the bus was late, Zhang Xiaotian had already eliminated dinner.
Then, Zhang Xiaotian was numb and squeezed onto the bus by the flow of people and squeezed into the corner. He looked out the window at the neon signs, everything familiar and unfamiliar. With the addition of four years of college, he has been in the city for more than five years, but it seems that he will never be able to fit in. Always a city geist, like a shadowless assassin in a mist.
At this time, the mobile phone screen lit up, and the news of the old witch came again.
Zhang Xiaotian numbly clicked on his mobile phone, replying one by one, it was full of work, which reminded him of his weekend homework when he was studying.
The strictness of his family, the unhappiness of his work, the unfamiliar city, and the lack of friends, so Zhang Xiaotian chose to use games to escape reality and chose games as a spiritual comfort.
Bumpy along the way, two more transfers, and finally home.
Thinking about "Flame War", thinking about his instant death comprehension of the flying sickle, and thinking about resting the day after tomorrow, Zhang Xiaotian suddenly came to his senses again, threw his bag on the side of the bed when he entered the bedroom, and put on the game helmet excitedly.
A soft voice rang out: "Welcome to the Flame War!" ”
As soon as he entered the game, the news kept ringing, and Zhang Xiaotian hurriedly looked through it.
"Why did you come?" Drifting Mortal is always expressing his dissatisfaction.
"Come to the Storm Tavern!" The wooden man is concise and to the point.
"The first meeting of the guild! Come to the Storm Tavern in the middle of Stormwind, I've been waiting for you for half a day! We're all in the innermost room of the tavern, and this is our stronghold from now on! Anyway, why are you only level fourteen! We're all ten levels ahead of you......" Because of the chatterbox, I was drunk and sorrowful, and the last one was sent over, and the long Zhang Xiaotian hurriedly closed it before he finished reading it.
The Storm Tavern was easy to find, so it was opened opposite the back door of the City Lord's Mansion, and Zhang Xiaotian casually asked someone and arrived smoothly.
As soon as I entered the tavern, the dozen or so tables were almost empty, and now it was the golden game time for everyone after dinner, and they were all busy upgrading in the wild.
Zhang Xiaotian glanced at it, but didn't find it, and looked for it in the private room area, but there was still nothing!
"Here, here!" A drunken Qianchou with a red hat suddenly emerged from the bottom of the stairs and was waving towards Zhang Xiaotian.
"Your cuckold, oh no, where's the green helmet?" Zhang Xiaotian was curious.
"You're only a green hat, I've already replaced you, come and discuss business!" Drunk, he turned around and plunged into the darkness under the stairs.
Zhang Xiaotian followed suspiciously.
I'll go! That's it! Thanks to the blessing of dark vision, Zhang Xiaotian could barely see the scene in the house.
It turned out that under the dim staircase, there was a broken door, behind the door was actually a dilapidated hut, there was a large round table in the middle of the hut, and the position by the window around the round table sat elegant and dusty, wooden people, and the two sat upright, as if three sessions were tried, and a drunk thousand sorrows also grabbed it, and seized the last position by the window.
And in the corner of the wall, the little orc fox sat cross-legged on the ground alone, only a big head was exposed on the table, and Zhengxiang, who was sleeping on the table, was flowing out.
"How did you find this place?" Zhang Xiaotian covered his nose and threw out questions, no way, there was a strong rancid smell in the air, no wonder the three guys were sitting in front of the window.
Of course, the answer was drunk and sorrowful, but I saw him raise his chin proudly, "I spent a lot of money to buy this!" Of course, it took me half a day just to find such a nice place. ”
This place, okay? Zhang Xiaotian slandered.
A drunk Qianchou seemed to see Zhang Xiaotian's dissatisfaction, and hurriedly explained: "Look, this place is under the stairs, how hidden!" In the future, there is no need to worry about others eavesdropping on secrets, and there is a window in the back, so you can know the situation outside at the first time, and we can prepare early in case the enemy comes. Although it was a warehouse before, it has been cleaned very clean! In the future, this will be our secret base! ”
At this time, the little orc fox sneezed, rubbed his nose, and went back to sleep.
"Well, it's still a little bit of a taste, but it's gone in a few days, haha, isn't it?" Drunk and sorrowful, haha, but the elegant mortal and the wooden man will never laugh together, but will only look at him with disdain.