What she said to Omo was of course true. The emperor really thought highly of Mr. Linton, and his expectations were so high that he even planned to have her interview.
In this world, there are only a few veteran employees of Penguin Logistics, Angel, Texas, Croissant, Mostima, Is, and Sora.
Is is too busy to be here, but the others can serve as interviewers.
The powerful angel who seems like a child's play, and the croissant who looks like a money addict, actually behave well when faced with this kind of work.
But to say who is the strictest, it is Mostima and Texas who seem to be the most indifferent.
But the latter was not found.
Mostima knew very well that her boss had taken advantage of the opportunity and was forced to work overtime. It was clearly her vacation.
But if it's interesting, it doesn't matter.
At this point, the difference between her and the capable angels, or the difference from her clan, is not very big——
——Refers to the pursuit of fun.
Just because of the influence of her power and what she saw during her journey, her emotional expression has always been a bit weak.
So much so that if you don't do it unintentionally, you will show some strange indifference.
The power of time will dilute the user's many feelings, but Mostima does not think this is a side effect. After all... before she picked up the pair of staffs, she already looked quite 'indifferent'.
But if it's the so-called 'travelers', it won't matter, right?
Although their performances are not uniform, some are superficial and some are practical, they all show a certain understanding of everyone.
Even some of the viewpoints are so precise that they are exceptional.
That was probably because he read some big boss's character analysis... Omo was speechless. In his 'alien memory', the original owner of this memory didn't like to read those analyses.
The original owner of this memory was an indifferent mobile gamer.
Drawing cards, collecting stamps, skipping plots, and occasionally checking it out if you feel like it. The greatest sensitivity to text is in the level requirements, and occasionally flipping through the files of certain characters.
Then I started to enter Tieba, Weibo, forums, and Q groups, and started to explore Yukey, as if I knew it very well.
These are really subtle memories, even those who are not involved feel a little embarrassed.
"I need to correct you, Miss Mostima."
A man can refuse half of the umbrella offered by a beautiful girl. If he doesn't understand the charm, he doesn't care about the charm.
This is also very suitable for offensive environments where Yin is strong and Yang is weak.
Mostema has rated him very high so far and knows that his boss will definitely be more satisfied.
But the other party really has no intention of doing this, and there is nothing that can be done about it.
It's like the other person is facing the coffee he recommended at this moment, but holding a spoon in his hand, he stirs the delicate angel latte art into foam in the dark liquid.
——This is the first time she has seen such a 'cruel' person.
"That is, there is a clear difference between my situation and the 'travelers' you know. Even the part of the memory of the other world that I am a 'traveler' has probably not kept up with the version."
The foam and liquid poured into the mouth together, and Mr. Linton's face did not change with the taste of coffee.
His businesslike manner reminded Mostima of another friend, whose image was as red as Xiao Le's, but if Xiao Le was a dancing flame, that friend was a quiet flame.
Only in the moment of expansion did the explosion show its anger and heat.
Everyone is the same person who suppresses emotions.
She couldn't help but sigh.
The only difference is that due to the mixing of foreign matter, she turned into a blue flame that seemed to lack heat.
And he and his friend were deliberately suppressing it, like a furnace that was constantly raising the core temperature.
When will it explode? Was it when he transformed into that giant beast?
Mostima thought about it, and felt that his slumped face when he first left the police station scored better.
"By the way, I'm sorry for ruining the latte art."
“Because I have a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder, I don’t like add-ons like latte art that can easily destroy the chaos.”
"..."
"I noticed that you were staring at me disturbing it."
The other party looked at himself who blinked, and even explained honestly.
This is not like the fiery red friend, but more like the white man who doesn't know where he is now.
Thinking of the man who was once the captain but ended up turning against him, Mostima couldn't help but think that such paranoia should be uncommon and should not be easily placed on a young man he had only known for a short time.
"But it's time for you to get down to business, right? Miss Mostima." With another sip, the young man directly consumed the entire cup of coffee. It could be seen that his mood had not improved and he was still in a hurry.
"I can see that you have been observing me and distracted. Is this after refusing to join the job, or is it to make up for the ritual of the interview?"
At this point, Mostima couldn't remain silent, so she clasped the soda in front of her with both hands.
The soda was dark blue, as if it was dizzying her tongue and brain, and her thoughts would rise and explode one after another like small bubbles.
And one of them made her understand how she should start:
"There is a proposal. I think you should know about Baisong."
Baisson Peters, a former employee of Penguin Logistics, or a temporary worker, an honest kid with a code name of his real name, was originally the heir to his father's company, and coming to Penguin Logistics as an employee was just a part of his growth and experience.
To people in this world, Baisong has no name at all, and Fengchi Logistics has not even entered this world.
But to those time travelers who know them, it's a name worth mentioning.
"..."
So before she could say the next sentence, the other person's slightly frowned brows, and his eyes were no longer confused, but suddenly enlightened:
"You mean temporary workers?"
At the end, he said with a half-smile: "Can I still be treated like a young master?"
“In Penguin Logistics, the boss’s appreciation is more important than anything else.”
"Then I can indeed consider it."
It seems...there is really not much trace of paranoia, and he has even been surprisingly easy to talk to.
But will this be all?
Think of the fiery red friend, think of the pale man.
If you say that a person who will actively put pressure on himself for a long time is not unusually persistent, it may be difficult to convince the public.
The boss is looking for excitement for himself...
It can be imagined that this was a bomb that exploded at some point, but Mostima was also a complaining penguin, with an attitude of 'I don't care'.
"But Miss Mostima."
"Um?"
The fallen angel, who always kept a smile but had an extraordinarily rich inner drama, sucked the straw and looked up at the somewhat embarrassed young man opposite.
"Although it's a bit inappropriate, I would like to ask if you have paid attention to the promotions in the nearby supermarkets?"
Thanks to Bahr, Delili, the cutest person in the world, and DJ Raven 233 for the tip.
Thank you, thank you. Alas, it’s already December 2nd. I feel that the wound is healing very slowly. I’m afraid it won’t be healed even after I finish taking the medicine and go for a review...
(End of chapter)
