On this day, Lindebyer Waldcher stopped again in front of the steps. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He looked up at the Fett Mansion in front of him, the towering building that could not be seen from the top compared to the buildings around him.

High up, decent and decent. After looking at it for a while, Lindbyer lowered his head in satisfaction, nodded again, and made the same evaluation of the Fett Building every morning, as he did every morning.

He adjusted his involuntary smile to a reserved expression, tightened his coat, and then walked forward to climb the stairs, which was a daily habit that could not be changed at will.

Lindbyer stepped through the glass doors that opened automatically, and although it was past rush hour, there were still many people in the lobby.

After walking to the slightly congested crowd in front of several elevators at the door, he continued to walk steadily towards the depths of the lobby with a serious pace.

There were also a few elevators, and there was no one in front of them.

Linde Baier stopped in front of one of the red elevators marked "37" above them, and after standing firmly, he took out a blue card from his bosom in an elegant posture of an upper-class person and gently attached it to a small instrument mounted on the left side of the elevator.

"Beep", the small instrument quickly chirped softly, and at the same time, the door of the red elevator slowly opened without a trace of noise.

Lindbyer took the card in his arms and looked around the crowd in the lobby, satisfying himself with a feeling of envy or jealousy.

Then he turned around and stepped into the elevator, then turned around and stretched out his right hand.

When the watch on his wrist was fully exposed, the thumb of his right hand also happened to press the only button in the red elevator that was also red, marked "37".

The elevator doors closed silently, and Lindbyer closed his eyes, feeling the rapid but imperceptible acceleration of his rise, and only then did the corners of his slightly upturned mouth slightly spoil the serious expression on his face.

The elevator doors open again.

Lindeby's eyes appeared in front of a large glass wall that he had to pass through to enter the interior of the level.

Inevitably, this means that there is a piece of glass wall on each floor of the Fett Building, on which is a floor plan with the names of the companies on the floor, and the location and direction of the companies on the floor.

The glass wall in front of Lindbyer was slightly different.

At the top, there is still the name of the floor that is found on each floor: "37F" in small red letters.

In the middle, what should have been a schematic diagram of the structure has become a pattern that occupies two-thirds of the wall: an old castle in red and black, with a deep and dark atmosphere.

At the bottom are two lines of text: Welcome to Castle Publishing Group.

The text is small relative to the icon on top of it. ---- was only a little taller than Lindbyer, who had just passed by it.

Passing through the glass wall, Linde Baier walked on the only passage on the 37th floor, and through the glass on both sides of the same red and black magazine icons, the staff in each department or office, whether sitting or standing, had a common characteristic, each in its place, busy and serious work. Or pretend to be busy and get to work.

In any case, when the boss passes by, the person who knows the current affairs will make appropriate actions---- even if the boss is only in charge of the crumbling department in the company, but even so, the person who is passing by is still the boss, and the person who does not know the current affairs is now, they know very well in their hearts.

This is a sight that Linde Baier is very happy with.

Worthy of their salary. He thought so, nodded, and no one greeted him, it was just an action he involuntarily made every time he thought of it.

In every way, he was a dedicated worker. At least that's what he thinks.

The loyal worker walked to the end of the passage, and he looked at the nameplate on the top of the department's office on the left, which read "Supernatural Legends".

"Good morning, Mr. Lindbyer Waldcher."

A girl opened the wooden door for him.

"Miss Kelly Charles, good morning......"

Lindbyer took a few steps forward and knocked the dark brown hardwood desk by the door with a dull sound, "Your place should be here, not early in the morning......

He pointed to the file on the desk, then to the PC to the right of the file, and continued, "You should be looking at this place, not watching me from a long way through the glass window......

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lindbyer Waldcher, I ...... I ......" Kelly lowered her head, clutching the document in her hand, she looked up, shifted an angle, and lowered her head again.

Lindbyer waited a few seconds---- he almost never interrupted before anyone else had finished speaking---- waved his hand and continued, "Miss Kelly Charles, I know you've just graduated, and I know this is your first job, and neither you nor I want your first job to be only three days. But we all have to be worthy of our salaries. ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lindbyer Waldcher, I ...... I ...... "Kelly sped up the angle of transition between raising and lowering her head and the frequency of switching.

Lindbyer waited a few seconds as usual, then knocked on the table again, "Now, Miss Kelly Charles, may you sit down in your place and begin the work you are supposed to do?" ”

"Yes, Mr. Lindbyer Waldcher, yes, I will."

Kelly quickly panned to where she was supposed to be.

No sooner had Lind Baier turned than he heard a loud and tumbling sound, accompanied by a brief scream from Kelly and a short laugh from another desk in the department's office.

He turned his head to see that the papers that had been stacked to the left of the desk he had just knocked were now scattered all over the ground, and Kelly was crouching on the ground and was cleaning up, as if she felt Lindebyer's gaze, her head pressed lower, her short brown hair could not hide the roots of her ears that were rapidly turning red.

Lindbyer took a deep breath, turned his head back heavily, and said to the desk where he had just laughed: "Mr. David Smith, Mr. Editor, do you find anything interesting that you would like to share with us?" ”

"I'm sorry, nothing interesting happened, Mr. Waldcher......" David, who was staring at him, sat upright, looked at Lindbyer's deeper and deeper brow, and quickly added, "...... Mr. Lindbyer Waldcher. ”

Lindbyer continued to stare at him until David had lowered his head and made a gesture worthy of his salary for the various manuscripts, then he stopped his gaze and walked to the only separate office in the department.

Pushing open the wooden door of the office marked "Editor's Office", Lindbyer stopped and said, "Miss Kelly Charles, can you bring me a cup of coffee when you have more time?" ”

Then, with Kelly's repeated promises, he gently closed the wooden door.