Chapter 168 This is called professionalism
On the top floor of an unnoticed building in Tianhai City.
A man in his fifties, dressed in a Tang suit, sat in a room with simple decoration, lying on a throne chair. The radio next to him was playing Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy, and he was humming along.
At this moment, the door was opened and the man in a suit and glasses who appeared in Zhao Qiankun's house walked in.
"teacher."
"Xiao Wu? How's the mission going?"
The man moved his fingers slightly, and the radio stopped playing immediately.
“It’s not going well.”
The man in a suit called Xiao Wu pushed his glasses, looking a little embarrassed.
The middle-aged man patted his round belly, looking relaxed and contented, as if he was not surprised by the result.
"Well, that's understandable. The important thing is that we must learn from every failure. Come on, Xiao Wu, sit down and tell me how he failed."
He shook his short, thick fingers again, and a chair flew over.
Xiao Wu was a little hesitant at first, but finally walked slowly to the chair and spoke as he was about to sit down.
"He rushed in through the main gate, but was hit by a hidden weapon right after he opened the door. He had to flee in panic... Ouch!"
But before his butt touched the chair, the fat man pointed his finger and the chair flew out immediately, and Xiao Wu sat down on the ground.
"Oh my goodness."
He slowly opened his eyes, propped up his fat body from the armchair, and asked Xiao Wu who was sitting on the ground.
"We are an organization of assassins, not bandits, let alone bandits."
Xiao Wu quickly stood up from the ground and spoke respectfully to the man in front of him.
"Yes, teacher, I was careless and chose a new one."
"This is what happens when you don't have training!"
The man suddenly slapped the armrest of the chair and stood up.
"What did I tell you? Interns are just temporary workers. They can handle some human-related matters, but when it comes to aliens, you have to let the experienced veterans do it."
Xiao Wu quickly stood up from the ground and spoke to the fat man very humbly.
"Yes, teacher, I was negligent. I thought he was just a newcomer to the Special Management Bureau, and I heard he was only at the Cholera level, so..."
"I heard, I heard, in our line of work, there's no room for ambiguity! Details determine success or failure, and any small mistake could lead to the collapse of the entire pyramid!"
"Yes! Teacher!"
The man with glasses immediately took out a notebook from his pocket and waited for the fat man to continue speaking.
"Forget it. I won't teach you today. You're considered a veteran."
The fat man sat back in the chair. He stretched out his hand and a palm-leaf fan appeared in his hand.
“Everyone makes mistakes, but it’s important to learn from them and take steps to prevent them from happening again. Managing workflows, reviewing documents, and communicating with clients all require the highest levels of precision and focus. Unfortunately, not everyone, let alone interns joining our organization, possesses this level of precision and focus.”
"Yes, teacher, please give me your guidance."
Xiao Wu squatted down next to the fat man.
"Well, since the opponent is at the Cholera level, then the girl next to him is probably also at the Cholera level. What should you do when facing two Cholera levels?"
"Send out four Cholera-class tanks! Not only does it ensure mission efficiency, but four Cholera-class tanks can also save costs!"
Xiao Wu answered immediately.
"fart!"
The fat man straightened up again and hit Xiao Wu on the head with the palm-leaf fan.
"What did I teach you? Manpower is a cost! Resources must be optimally allocated! Four Cholera-class tanks and one Annihilation-class tank are more expensive. Don't you have any idea?"
Xiao Wu covered his head and began to calculate.
Four Cholera-level weapons, each costing 5 million, so four would cost 20 million, and the price of one Annihilation-level weapon is 10 million.
Indeed, the Annihilation class is cheaper, but he said with a bitter face: "But teacher, our Weiwu Hall really doesn't have many Annihilation class weapons available right now. After all, the people we're dealing with this time are from the Special Management Bureau. If anything goes wrong, the losses will be huge."
The fat man immediately patted Xiao Wu on the shoulder.
"Don't be afraid. I've already found out everything. This kid is just a Cholera-level monster. He can't cause any big trouble. An Annihilation-level monster is enough. Just listen to me. If anything goes wrong, I will take the responsibility."
Then the fat man snorted again and looked out the window.
"You have to understand, Xiao Wu, that our Weiwu Hall was once an organization equally powerful as the Special Management Bureau in Tianhai City. Now, we're not declining, but rather dormant. This is called accumulating strength for a sudden burst of growth. It's a process that fosters accumulation and ultimately leads to future success and achievement. Come, come, sit down. I'll give you a lesson in economics."
Xiao Wu quickly took out his notebook again and squatted respectfully beside the fat man, his eyes focused, as if this man was his biological father.
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At the same time, Li Muhan finally coaxed Xia Yue, but the laptop was useless.
What a pity, I just bought it and it was smashed to pieces.
"Why do I remember that when you threw this thing, it seemed to hit someone?"
Li Muhan began to recall the scene at that time.
"No, you remembered it wrong."
Xia Yue said coldly, still seeming to have some anger left.
Li Muhan could only helplessly collect the "corpses" of notebooks and projectors scattered in the corridor outside the door, while he was praying at the same time.
Hope it doesn't hit anyone. However, with Xia Yue's strength, if this computer really hits someone's head, that head will definitely explode.
There was no blood at the scene...
At this moment, Li Muhan suddenly discovered something.
He squatted down and picked up a business card.
"...Weiwutang Professional Killer Training Academy, first-year student ID card. What the hell is this? There's a QR code on the back?"
Li Muhan, who was somewhat curious, put the business card away. That night, in order to cheer Xia Yue up, Li Muhan personally performed a stand-up comedy for more than two hours.
The vampire girl laughed so hard that she started laughing.
Li Muhan was speechless. Which vampire likes to listen to crosstalk, especially the one from Northeast China?
After Xia Yue fell asleep, he quietly got up.
I glanced at the time, it was 1 a.m.
Well, it’s already past 12 o’clock, and today is Christmas.
He closed his eyes and slowly entered the hall. This time he did not go to find Baal. After all, Baal also had a grudge against this festival, and he did not want to bring bad luck today.
"Hypnos."
After arriving at the temple of the God of Dreams, Li Muhan indeed discovered that the God of Sleep was sleeping again.
He walked to the girl's bed and looked at the cute girl wearing loose teddy bear pajamas, sleeping with her mouth open and snoring exaggeratedly, with a snot bubble on her nose. He couldn't help but sigh.
She really needs to repair her divinity. She sleeps for 20 hours out of 24 hours. This kind of life is simply...
"I'm so fucking envious."
“Uh…?”
It seemed like it was just time to get up, and Hypnos slowly opened his eyes.
"Are you awake?"
When he opened his eyes and saw Li Muhan, Hypnos didn't react at first and planned to take a nap.
But a few seconds later.
“Wuuuu!!”
The girl suddenly raised her hand and punched Li Muhan in the face.
"Fuck!"
Li Muhan was hit by the "little fist" and flew out of the temple.
"I was so careless. She's a deity after all. How could I have forgotten about this?"
As soon as I got up, I saw Hypnos in pajamas chasing me out.
"You, you, you rude person! What did you do while I was sleeping?!"
"?"
Li Muhan didn't quite understand what Hypnos meant at first, but when he understood, he shook his head like a rattle.
After some explanation, Hypnos reluctantly believed what Li Muhan said.
"Hmph, don't go into a girl's room casually anymore!"
Li Muhan wanted to complain.
You call this a room? It's just a shabby temple without a door. And isn't this your own body?!
Why are the tenants in my body so arrogant?
Let’s not talk about Bal, he is just a big boss. How dare Hypnos, a transfer student, tell him what to do!
"Forget it, I won't pursue this matter. This won't happen again!"
Hypnos blushed slightly. She sat on the edge of the bed, folded her arms over her chest and crossed her legs. There was a hint of evasion in her eyes when she looked at Li Muhan.
"So what do you want from me?"
Finally, we get to the point.
Li Muhan quickly stepped forward and said.
"Hey, North! I have a question!"
"? What's your name?"
Although he was confused about this title, Hypnos chose not to argue with Li Muhan about it in order not to waste his precious waking time.
So Li Muhan raised his own questions.
"I saw comics and a game console in your room. Did you bring them in from outside?"
Hypnos nodded.
"After all, I'm not like the other demons in your body. There are many restrictions on them here. Am I considered... a VIP?"
The girl showed a proud smile, and Li Muhan cursed in his heart: Then you should pay the rent!
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