Although the sound was loud, the colleagues in the room only slightly turned their heads, glanced at him, and then shifted their gaze back to their computers.
Alfred didn’t care, chatting idly with the audience’s teasing comnts while walking up to the only standalone desk at the end of a row of cubicles, where the "Design Departnt Manager" sign was displayed, and pulled out his onboarding docunts.
For such a clearly unsupported young man, the manager, whose hairline had receded to the back of his skull, intended to dampen his enthusiasm. Before Alfred could speak, the manager waved and called out,
"Jon, did you finish the project from yesterday?"
"Boss, almost there!"
"How is it almost there?"
"The client called this morning to change their requirents..."
Listening to the two chatting across several desks, Alfred, who wouldn’t tolerate such behavior, calmly placed the docunts on the desk under the live stream cara, turned around, found a corner desk, sat down, booted up, launched a drawing program, created a new folder, and then took out his personal device to surf the internet.
An invisible drone tily captured a close-up of the shouting manager’s twisted, reddened face, nearly instantly triggering the working-class audience’s emotions.
[Damn, this strear is aweso!]
[Shit! If I were a second-generation rich kid, I’d be aweso too!]
[Don’t care about his background, this attitude of giving no face is so satisfying!]
[Exactly, why doesn’t he co to our company? I’d like to see our manager make that face too!]
...
"That new guy!" The voice erged from the manager, filled with suppressed anger. Alfred, with an expression of "Is it finally my turn?" stood up and said:
"Manager, are you done?"
"Who told you to sit here?" The balding manager’s voice trembled slightly, but Alfred matter-of-factly replied:
"Weren’t you busy just now?"
"You don’t know to wait when the leader is busy?" The shiny top of the manager’s head began to turn red, and Alfred imdiately nodded and said:
"Right, I found a place that wouldn’t bother anyone to wait for you."
"Huff, huff..." Heavy breathing squeezed out from the manager’s nostrils. Alfred could subtly sense the murder in the air, but he was not afraid. While chatting in the live stream room, he asked like a genuine new employee:
"By the way, Manager, you haven’t assigned any work yet. Should I join sobody else’s project, or do you have an independent project for ?"
"..." The manager was about to say sothing but held it back, and after thinking, he finally said:
"Jon’s case is almost done, but the client added so new requirents today. You can take it over."
"Alright!" Alfred, seemingly oblivious to the pitfalls, nodded and imdiately turned to walk toward the middle-aged man with a corporate slave face, who had just been called up by the manager, and asked:
"is it Brother Jon? What are the requirents for our new project?"
Jon seed like an honest and straightforward guy. When he heard Alfred’s question, he clearly wanted to advise, but seeing the look the manager gave him from behind, he said,
"Well, my last na isn’t Jon... Anyway, our client asked us to design a packaging advertisent. Originally, we had already altered it over twenty tis, and we were just about to finalize the draft. But this morning, they suddenly said they changed their brand ambassador and wanted us to shift from a ’youth’ the to a ’dynamic’ one and add so animated elents."
"Oh, then copy the previous drafts and the client’s requirents, and also their contact information," Feng Xue imdiately said. The manager, however, added,
"This order has been worked on for four days already. Even though the new requirents only ca in today, we still have to stick to the original tiline, giving you a maximum of two days."
[What a deathtrap!]
[This manager is too tricky, right?]
[Strear, be careful; changing the the almost ans starting from scratch. Two days is absolutely not enough!]
[Forget about starting over; to design packaging advertisent, you first need to understand the packaging and target consurs, which would take about a day or two. The previous guys definitely did it, but whether it’s actually good, not to ntion the spokesperson’s transformation, maybe even the packaging might change!]
[The strear is rich anyway, he’s just here to play; no need for you poor ghosts to worry?]
[Speaking of which, isn’t advertisent design supposed to be confidential? Does the strear need to stop streaming?]
...
"Understood." Alfred glanced at the livecasting screen and nodded subtly before adjusting the drone, saying,
"No worries about confidentiality; just adjust the cara angle. However, the work in general isn’t that interesting. Let the drone capture the hustle in the office unless sothing exciting happens. Otherwise, I’ll continue my work at 5 PM this afternoon and also show you so of the local specialties of this unlawful area. If you wish to follow, hit subscribe, my friends!"
As Alfred spoke, he controlled the drone to fly up, overseeing everything in the design departnt, and then opened the files Jon had passed to him to start reviewing the drafts.
Advertising design wasn’t a big concern for him. After all, the power of "Seven-orifice Exquisite" allowed him to quickly learn any standard skills that t the learning criteria, although not making him an expert, which was more than enough for working in an ordinary company.
It’s worth ntioning that the office atmosphere was pretty entertaining. Although mostly filled with faux humans and assimilated ghosts, their behavior logic was no different from ordinary people. Although they seed to be sitting at their desks staring at computers, a closer look would reveal that only a few were actually working.
He didn’t just go with the flow as a newcor but earnestly began to understand the product he was responsible for.
Well, it’s just a common canned beverage, not a very familiar brand, probably not from a big company.
Seeing Feng Xue seriously working, many in the office snickered, and ti slowly passed in such monts...
... 5 PM...
[It’s 5 PM, when will the strear start his thing?]
As the comnts in the live chat picked up again, Alfred stretched lazily. From the slowly growing number of viewers, it was clear the stream was attracting a lot of curiosity.
After all, pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger was a trope people loved, and putting on airs and slapping faces was an exciting part of human DNA. Even without any build-up, just the thought of slapping faces with tags like "leader," "boss," or "manager" got these office slaves imdiately excited.
Alfred, however, was not vague. He glanced at the wall clock, imdiately backed up today’s work, and sent a copy to the client, simultaneously managing to donate several large lottery draws to himself as he stood up, looking like he was packing up.
"Paradox, where are you heading?" the manager asked in a suspicious tone, to which Feng Xue naturally replied, holding her bag,
"I’m off work now, heading ho."
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