Chapter 1027: Chapter 1000: Tit for Tat (Extra update for 200 monthly passes) Chapter 1027: Chapter 1000: Tit for Tat (Extra update for 200 monthly passes) Magic Flute briefly introduced himself to Kiara, while Patrick’s superficial chitchat with Mr. Russel continued unabated.
“Patrick, I’ve been aning to find you these past few days. Just got a new car and wanted to take you for a spin. Driving an A4 actually isn’t that thrilling, but our Research Institute just handed out bonuses, and it’s pretty dull just banking it, so I figured why not buy one?” Mr. Russel started off with a Capitalistic show-off bombast, hoping to inflict a blow to Patrick’s self-esteem, but it proved totally useless.
Patrick just hmphed, making it clear that the Successor of Socialism had no interest in entertaining him.
Mr. Russel imdiately resorted to tactic number two, patting Patrick’s shoulder as if they were old pals. His chubby strength was formidable; he usually patted so hard that Patrick’s slight fra hurt. This ti, before he could even touch Patrick, Magic Flute dashed forward with a brisk step, pushing Patrick aside and extending a warm hand.
“Director Li Brown, long ti no see!”
As soon as Director Li Brown shook hands with Magic Flute, it felt as though his hand was clamped in giant pincers. Magic Flute had been practicing this move, crushing walnuts bare-handed at night, thinking, I’ll crush you like a bug!
This round, the working class team claid victory.
Magic Flute’s vigorous handshake left Director Li Brown’s face red before letting go, and Kiara, with her sharp eyes, noticed Director Li Brown’s chubby hand had turned white all around, and he was too embarrassed to even rub it.
“Brother Magic Flute, you’ve really grown stronger. I heard you were cooking with fire yesterday. Must’ve built that strength from moving firewood, huh? What’s the deal with you guys? Getting the sa ager salary and still opting out of the office to cook and deal with fire, tsk tsk, what’s the point?”
“Director, don’t be so crass. The power of the spirit is infinite, isn’t it vulgar to talk about money?” the woman from the Research Institute Area, known as Daisy Lynn, said.
As soon as she spoke up, Kiara noticed her. These types of behaviors, which seed aid at smoothing things over but actually stirred trouble, were truly annoying. What was even more irritating was how Daisy Lynn eyed other people’s n with her creased eyes!
“Right, I can’t be crude. Our Patrick transcends the ordinary. Just to go against , he refuses to co to the Research Institute to work under , opting instead to go cook and steam stead buns – fine by . I saw the news today, Doctor steaming stead buns, indeed a promising future, hahaha!” Director Li Brown laughed unashadly.
The journalists, when covering the fire-fighting fluff, made a special ntion of a team of high-educated cadres steaming stead buns, praising Patrick and his team with dozens of words. Today, it had turned into a joke.
Patrick got so angry his face turned red, “It’s not because I’m avoiding you that I ca here!”
Patrick had been specially recruited; his credentials were more than sufficient for scientific research at the Research Institute. However, chasing the dream of masculinity in his heart, he ended up there. But that bastard school senior, Director Li Brown, always felt Patrick was avoiding him by coming, secretly jealous of Patrick, who, although not from the sa year, stole the spotlight from him several tis back in School, silently fostering a grudge.
Once in the Workplace Organisation, there shouldn’t have been much connection with the Outside, but the Research Institute was just established in the Imperial Capital, and talent in this field was scarce. Although Patrick was officially part of the Workplace Organisation, he also carried out research tasks. The achievents his group made were shared with the School, leading to occasional interaction with people from the Research Institute, hence the unfortunate encounters where they would bicker each ti they t.
“Sure, not because of you. You always loved stead buns in School, growing up to steam stead buns must be fulfilling, hahahaha!” Director Li Brown said mockingly in a joking tone.
His subordinates all laughed heartily, except for the people from the Psychological Group who couldn’t bring themselves to smile. If not for professional considerations, they really wanted to punch these annoying jerks one by one!
“By the way, who is this young lady?” Director Li Brown noticed Kiara joining Patrick’s team and pointed at her while asking.
“She’s our consultant. She’s the Psychological Expert, Emma Clark,” Patrick introduced.
And Kiara, with a pensive look, watched Director Li Brown as if contemplating sothing.
Why does this person look so familiar?
“Oh! Looks like you guys aren’t as tight on funds as the rumors say, even able to afford hiring an outsider.”
Mr. Russel couldn’t rest until he had squeezed every last drop of sarcasm out at Patrick.
anwhile, Daisy Lynn eyed Kiara. In a male-dominated professional field, the sudden appearance of a woman, and one younger yet equally—at least in Daisy Lynn’s own opinion, though others would argue Kiara far surpassed—beautiful, was unsettling to her. She casually threw out a question.
“This young lady looks very young. I wonder where she graduated from, who was her ntor?”
“It’s confidential, nothing to disclose.” Kiara replied coolly. The other party didn’t know she was Mario Yuno’s wife, but she knew this woman had eyed her own husband, so of course, she wouldn’t show a pleasant face.
“Heh, quite the temper.” Having hit a wall with Kiara, Daisy Lynn scoffed disdainfully and fell silent.
“This young lady sure has quite the temper… But Patrick, there’s sothing I’m not sure I should say. Even though we’re all research workers, there’s a bit of a difference between you and us. I know you all follow orders from above, but we should still try not to fill our ranks with too many connections, right? After all, research is a very precise matter, isn’t it?” Mr. Russel found another chance to take a jab at Patrick, and taking a shot at Patrick’s cohort was as good as hitting him.
After these words were spoken, the Psychological Group was furious. The laughter from the cheerful duo dimd as they were seconds away from wanting to throw a punch at him.
Patrick’s fists were clenched tightly; it was maddening to be slapped in the face like that, yet Kiara’s background was indeed sothing that couldn’t be explained clearly.
With that, Mr. Russel had hit a sore spot.
He was hinting that Kiara was a nepotism hire.
This type of research project wasn’t generally open to the public, and Kiara was an outsider, so everyone naturally assud she was there to open her eyes through connections, a chance too rare to co by otherwise.
Knowing well that Mr. Russel was unscrupulous, but unable to refute him in ti, the Psychological Interference Group glared with rage.
In this mont, Kiara finally rembered why Mr. Russel looked so familiar, and she gave him a cold smile.
“After so many years of schooling, is this the level of character you’ve cultivated? Just because I look young, you judge as soone who made it through connections, utterly lacking the precision of a research worker, basing your judgnts entirely on intuition. I really doubt whether such a personality is suitable for rigorous scientific research.”
She had no intention of getting involved in their internal strife, but that was contingent on them not using her as a pawn, not treating her as expendable, and certainly not coveting her man.
No one had ever encountered Mrs. Kiara’s eloquence. Taken aback by Kiara’s retort, Mr. Russel was annoyed.
“Such a young age and yet, so arrogant. If I’m not suitable for rigorous scientific research, how is soone of your unclear origins any more appropriate?”
As Mr. Russel spoke so bluntly, the atmosphere instantly beca tense, and Daisy Lynn, having just been snubbed by Kiara, watched on with a touch of schadenfreude.
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