Chapter 9 Ninjas and Turtles too

Wang Sen looked up at the 21-story office building. He remembered that he built this building with his own hands.

Wang Sen was wearing an old gray sweatshirt. The cuffs were a little torn. At his feet was a travel bag. Three patches were patched with cloth of different colors in the most conspicuous places. The zipper had already lost its teeth and had to be managed with seven or eight pins.

Fix it well.

"Go in!" Wang Sen took a deep breath and strode into the office building.

After making a big fuss at the ball last night, he found a small hotel to stay at. The drunk Rhea insisted on showing him her "results": only half a bottle of Louis XIII left, three bottles to one.

French brandy produced in 1981, two bottles of Japanese sake with the labels removed, as well as sashimi, steak and other food were all placed on the table.

"It's better that you start quickly." Wang Sen grabbed a piece of steak and gnawed it, and Rhea quickly took the rest into the fourth dimension. "These drinks taste so good, I want to drink them slowly."

"Be careful not to get drunk!" Wang Sen warned, and Rhea glared, "I was just a little confused just now. Please don't tell me every embarrassing thing, that will make people hate you."

Wang Sen "looked" at Rhea's angry look and couldn't help but laugh. He took off the entire suit and put it away. He estimated that it would cost tens of thousands of dollars from head to toe. It was indeed the life of a rich man.

"Ding!" The elevator has arrived.

"Young man, who are you looking for?" A sweeping lady wearing gray overalls and holding a broom came over and asked. Wang Sen took out his business card.

"I'm looking for Manager Tang."

"Then you come with me." The old lady put the broom in the corner and led Wang Sen along the empty corridor and walked inside.

"Come here." As he passed by a half-open door, a fat man's head popped out. "What are you looking at? I'm talking about you. Come here and reconnect the wires for me."

"This is not my job." Wang Sen said, and the fat man's face suddenly changed color, "What is your job? Why do you ask my assistant manager to fix it? Come in and fix it for me!"

"Go." The sweeping lady also advised, "Assistant Luo has a bad temper. Be careful about wearing small shoes for you. Go quickly!"

"Okay." Wang Sen then thought about it, just an ordinary circuit maintenance, how big a problem could it have? Forget it, I won't argue with this fat man.

The fat man's office is very elegantly decorated. Near the door there are two carvings of Biguituo stone tablets made of white marble. The walls are covered with calligraphy and painting depicting dragons and phoenixes, and the most common word is "endurance".

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Wang Sen looked at Assistant Luo, who was wearing a suit and tie and was chubby and plump, as well as his fleshy head that was stretching and shaking, and he immediately understood the true meaning of the word "forbearance".

"Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!" Wang Sen secretly laughed in his heart, opened the battery box on the wall, and checked it.

After checking, Wang Sen found the problem. The fuse was blown. He randomly found a thin copper wire and connected it. The office's power system returned to normal.

"It's fixed." Wang Sen threw the screwdriver on the table and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute, I'll reward you!" The fat Assistant Luo threw out a ten-yuan RMB note and threw it at Wang Sen's feet, "Get out!"

Wang Sen looked at him, crushed the ten-yuan bill under his feet, and then stomped out, not shying away from Assistant Luo's murderous expression.

Assistant Luo wanted to get angry, but finally held back. He picked up the ten yuan, blew the dust off it, folded it and put it in his pocket.

"Damn it, no, I'll save it." Assistant Luo carefully blew the dust on his hands and cursed angrily.

The early morning sun shone through the curtains, making the whole room bright. Wang Sen sat on the sofa and looked at Tang Wanrong, who was dressed in formal clothes. "Manager Tang, what position do you want to arrange for me?"

"You have to ask yourself." Tang Wanrong held a gel pen and quickly rotated it between her thumb and index finger, which made Wang Sen dazzled.

"Do you know how to design websites and pages?"

Wang Sen shook his head vigorously.

"Financial statements, financial management skills?"

Wang Sen's head shook like a rattle.

"Then what do you know?" Tang Wanrong said angrily, "Besides laying bricks, what else do you know?"

"I majored in history in college and took law as an elective." Wang Sen coughed, "I don't know if I can use it."

"Well, you can become a clerk first! The salary will be in accordance with the company's basic standards." Tang Wanrong's face softened a little,

"After three months, if you do well, I will apply to my superiors to handle the entry procedures for you. If you do not do well, then I can only ask you to leave." Tang Wanrong said this, picked up the phone on the table and pressed the button.

After a few seconds, "Assistant Luo, come here."

Soon, Assistant Luo ran in panting, nodding and bending, with a smile on his face, "Manager Tang, how can I help you?"

"This is a new colleague. You can arrange a position for him. By the way, he will be placed on the 21st floor. Yes, it will be on the 21st floor. The specific tasks are up to you."

Assistant Luo turned around, looked at Wang Sen, and then at Tang Wanrong, the smile on his face remained unchanged, "Don't worry, Manager Tang, I will arrange things properly. What do you call me?"

"Wang Sen." Wang Sen nodded and thought to himself, it's interesting. He just offended this fat man, and now he is working under him. Looking at the attitude of this fat man, he will definitely not get any good results for himself.

"Wang Sen, what a name, what a name! Come on, come on, I'll help you find a seat." Assistant Luo smiled and hit Wang Sen on the shoulder, "If you don't understand anything, just ask me. You're welcome.

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"Thank you." Wang Sen nodded and followed Assistant Luo out of the office.

The office hall was bustling with people, and many young men and women in suits and ties were busy non-stop. Wang Sen sat in a corner, opened a drawer, dug out the piles of instant noodles bags and cockroaches and threw them into the trash can.

Sure enough, the fat man took revenge and put Wang Sen in a corner of the office. He also gave him a computer that made no noise except the fan. Finally, he threw two gel pens and a thick paper to Wang Sen. Stacking company information, "Copy these three times and send them to my office after get off work!"

Wang Sen cursed softly, assembled the computer, turned it on, and found that the computer was broken.

Wang Sen didn't say anything. He picked up the pen and drew turtles on the paper, one after another. He continued to draw until everyone else had finished eating.

"Don't you like being a Ninja Turtle? I'll let you be a Ninja Turtle this time!" Wang Sen put down his pen and said with a mischievous smile.

"Come back!" When he got off work, Wang Sen threw a thick stack of paper on Assistant Luo's desk, turned around and left.

"Look at what you're drawing!" Assistant Luo's fat face twitched back and forth, he was so excited that he didn't expect that Wang Sen would not take him as a dignified manager's assistant seriously.
Chapter completed!