Chapter 153 Painted Body Swallowing Charcoal (2)
After being discharged from the hospital and returning home, Shu Ningmiao printed out her application for an internship at the United Building.
Although the application form was available for download on the Union Buildings website, without a recommender, it wouldn't even make it to the screening stage. Power is a fluid thing, yet it only circulates along fixed paths.
With universities and colleges closing and people feeling anxious, she wasn't the only one hoping to use this opportunity to enter the United Building. She wanted to compete with others for this chance, and her excellent grades and outstanding performance were just minor advantages.
The most important person is the recommender.
Seeing that she couldn't persuade her to leave, Xiao Jiang agreed to help her apply for the job. Although Xiao Jiang couldn't write Pinhian script, she still signed her name in a crooked and messy way.
One recommender wasn't enough to guarantee safety, because the data taken from the experimental base was handed over to Weston, and the two tacitly agreed not to contact each other during this period to avoid being found out about any connection.
Possessing a treasure is a crime, so she was cautious and didn't want to cause any trouble in this matter.
The huge villa was empty, with only her sitting there.
The soft moonlight from outside the window seeped into the room and enveloped her. Shu Ningmiao sat at the table, her hand resting on the neatly written application form.
She reopened her terminal, cleared away the greetings from others during this time, scrolled through a row of contacts, and stopped in front of Yu Lu's name.
When Yu Lu learned that she wanted to intern at the United Building, she was taken aback for a long time before finally saying, "It will be very tiring."
He paused for a few seconds, feeling that what he had blurted out was somewhat superfluous, so he changed the subject, asked a few questions, readily signed the document, and even wrote a letter of recommendation for her. As expected of someone with a background in secretarial work, the format was standard and the text was presentable.
With the recommendation confirmed, Shu Ningmiao prepared her materials, sent out the application form, and received an interview response in less than a business day.
The interview will be held at the National Union Building, of course.
After four or five days of rain, this rare sunny day made the massive metal building of the central headquarters reflect a rosy hue, a testament to the unique structure of the Union Building.
On a clear, sunny day, there are no shadows to be seen.
She was no stranger to the Union Building, but this was the first time she had entered it in this capacity.
The person in charge of interviewing her was an older woman, neither harsh nor kind. She didn't ask any tricky questions. Shu Ningmiao's resume was clearly marked on the resume, so perfect that there was nothing to criticize. Moreover, the internship work was all unimportant miscellaneous tasks, which would have been the same no matter who did them.
“My name is Sun Chongqing, the director of the Urban Planning Office. Welcome to my training.” The woman nodded lightly, her gaze falling on her as if it were tangible. After scrutinizing her for a moment, she still casually reminded her, “But remember, in the United Building, your special abilities won’t be treated as well as they are outside. Just do your own thing.”
She realized that these departments were mainly staffed with clerical workers, and combat-type ability users had no advantage in them.
The Urban Planning Office belongs to the Development and Reform Commission and is mainly responsible for urban projects. It needs to archive a large amount of records and data. As expected, she will be in charge of these trivial and tedious tasks in the future.
A smile played on her lips, her face showing no displeasure. She accepted all the assigned tasks without question, displaying impeccable manners and social skills. The woman nodded before introducing her to the other colleagues in the office.
There were only three people sitting in the office. Near the door was a taciturn middle-aged man, opposite him was a woman a few years older than him, and sitting in front of the main control terminal without turning around was a woman around forty years old.
Because there are also overseas assignments and half of the colleagues are not in the office, they urgently need her, the newcomer, to process the data.
Sun Chongqing gave her a brief introduction and casually assigned her a seat. Stacks of data were immediately dumped on her desk.
The job wasn't difficult; it was just mechanically organizing a lot of data. The girl across from me gave her a couple of pointers, and she was able to get the hang of it completely.
She calmly began entering data from the very first file.
The documents at hand were visibly dwindling, and her gaze began to wander again.
Outside the panoramic transparent glass window, the light reflected from the metal curtain wall was even stronger than direct sunlight, as if it were on fire. Her hands, which were typing on the keyboard, paused in mid-air.
My gaze passed through the desktop terminal in front of me, and the girl with short, ear-length hair who was sitting opposite me was nowhere to be seen. In her place was Wei Sheng Qian Heng, who was propping his arm up and looking at her.
Wei Shengqianheng sat in the chair opposite her, his long hair tied up high, his pale face showing a porcelain-like, inhuman texture. His fingers slowly rubbed the table, his eyes staring at her with a dark, unblinking gaze.
Her Adam's apple bobbed slightly as she stared at him without moving.
She couldn't tell him to get lost, nor could she punch him and shatter his illusions—if she didn't want to be diagnosed as mentally ill.
Wei Shengqianheng looked at her innocently, then suddenly opened his lips.
"Hello? Hello, hello?" A gentle female voice interrupted her reverie. The short-haired girl opposite her leaned out almost to reach her: "What are you thinking about? Daydreaming?"
Sun Chongqing had introduced her to the girl across from him, who was only a few years older than her and had short, ear-length hair. Her name was Lu Ling, and she had graduated from Cornunos a few years ago.
Shu Ningmiao quickly realized what was happening and chuckled, "Sorry, senior, the sunlight is a bit dazzling."
“I think so too, but Sister Sun always says we should get more sun to avoid osteoporosis.” Lu Ling returned to her seat, easily pulling her into the group of “us,” and winked playfully: “Great, finally someone to have dinner with me.”
"Your name sounds familiar. Have I seen you somewhere before?" Her hands were busy working, and her mouth was also busy talking. Suddenly, she looked up and exclaimed, "Yes, yes, yes, you've been on the news!"
Her words were so rapid that no one could get a word in edgewise, and even her breathing time was completely filled: "That's amazing! Did you really rush into the fire to save your classmate? Was Gab dangerous? What did he look like? Have you ever seen an Intoli? Are they particularly ugly?"
Faced with this barrage of questions, Shu Ningmiao didn't answer any of them, but instead chose the least important topic: "Where do you usually go for lunch?"
Lu Ling was completely unaware that her question had been dialed: "Go to the cafeteria on the 21st basement level. There's a good stir-fry place there. How about we go eat together for lunch? Sister Li brings her own lunch from home, and I always eat alone. It's so boring."
Shu Ningmiao responded with an "okay," and then turned her gaze back to the desktop terminal in front of her.
Lu Ling has a strong desire to express herself in the dull office, while Shu Ningmiao has a wealth of experience in using clichés. They get along very well.
In the time it takes to eat a meal, she already knows exactly how many points her boss Sun Chongqing's child scored on the test.
The other woman in the office was named Li Yao, whom Lu Ling called Sister Li. She was strict and serious. The man near the door was named Xiao Yin. He didn't talk much. The two of them were the backbone of the office and were responsible for core tasks.
This refers to the urban paving of the "Cherubim Project".
I first heard about the Cherubim Plan from Lin Shengyi. He said that the plan might be related to the annihilation of the last group of operatives in Intori.
Hearing about the "Cyberne Project" again felt like a lifetime ago to her.
Only now does she fully understand the entire plan.
This wasn't a completely secret plan; it was just that the branches were numerous and complex, making it difficult for ordinary people to see the whole picture. However, based on what she knew, she could roughly deduce the outline.
The "cherubim" in the "Cherubim Project" are legendary angels, usually regarded as synonyms for protection, glory, wisdom, and enlightenment.
The "Cherubim Project," codenamed after this, is divided into two parts. She had already come into contact with the most core and extensive content, which is actually "Pandora secularization." The heart stone that Weston gave her and the Dian-04 insulating crystal bullet that Shu Changyan gave her are both products of Pandora secularization.
The City Planning Office is primarily responsible for the planning and layout of Pandora's transportation and circulation within the city, which refers to the Pandora's circulation channels that people occasionally see in the capital.
The main purpose of secularizing Pandora is to weaken the existence of superhumans by allowing ordinary people to use Pandora widely.
This only covers aspects such as research and development and construction. There is another very important aspect, stemming from a hint that Lin Shengyi inadvertently revealed.
Lu Ling, a low-level employee, knew nothing about this. She guessed that the other part should be the responsibility of the military—and what the military was responsible for was self-evident.
Whether it's eliminating the enforcers or stubbornly challenging Intori, she has understood the foundation of this plan.
The so-called "Cherubim Project" aims to protect the survival and status of all mankind, which consists of natural persons in the vast majority, and to build a relatively balanced environment.
Talking about the big picture from a theoretical perspective seems to benefit the vast majority of people.
After years of massacres led by Wei Shengqianheng as the "executioner," the terrifying threats from Achini, and countless other incidents of disturbances by people with superpowers.
Faced with the rampant and reckless actions of those with superpowers, ordinary people have no ability to resist, and it is perfectly normal for them to feel fear and apprehension.
Ultimately, MicroSheng should bear the majority of the responsibility for this.
She paused, then pressed down hard with the pen tip, piercing the white paper beneath her.
Three hundred years ago, he insisted on massacring the parliament, continuously creating panic. He survived until now and created Achini, inciting him to carry out terrorist attacks, causing chaos in Pigne.
He was ultimately an enforcer, having risked his life to go to the battlefield to protect Pines. Why then did he go against the Council and the world?
It seems they live for chaos, creating conflict and panic everywhere. They slaughter the living, yet paradoxically establish churches to shelter dying Manla patients.
She found it both crazy and ridiculous.
Shu Ningmiao pinched the bridge of her nose.
Lu Ling across from me stood up and walked out. I watched as she forcefully poked at the paper with her pen: "It's break time, so don't look at anything. The workload won't decrease, it will only increase. I'm going to the first floor to have some snacks. The tea and snacks are free every day at this time."
The free snacks seemed quite tasty, and they gradually left, leaving her alone in the office.
Shu Ningmiao lowered her eyes, pretended to type for a while, and after realizing that there was no one on this floor, she quickly got up, grabbed her terminal, swiped to open the elevator, and pressed the button for the 72nd floor.
The chat interface on the terminal only had a simple, meaningless period, and Weston had already understood and granted her the necessary permissions.
The elevator reached the 72nd floor and made a "ding" sound. At the same time, the number representing the top floor flashed.
Shu Ningmiao's eyelids twitched. The top floor was the rest room for the operatives. Although most of the operatives had participated in the mission in Intoli, some operatives, such as Xiao Jiang, were left behind as a safety precaution.
I almost forgot, there are also top-tier superhumans active in the United Building. Xiao Jiang isn't the only one left behind, so her activities can't be too outrageous or risky.
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