Why it never ends

Chapter 1031 First White Chapter Targeting
At first, Kovicik placed the ballpoint pen on his pen holder, but after looking at it for a while, he felt that the pen looked too cheap and did not match the whole table, so he put it back into his clothes - he remembered that this was how Hesta took the pen out of his clothes.

The pen body had a white rabbit printed on it, and the paint on the rabbit's body had fallen off. Kovicik looked at the pen body again and again. When he thought that someone who looked so serious and brave would carry a pen like this, he found it a little funny and a little moving, as if he saw another side of Hesta through this pen.

Suddenly, Kovichik touched something on the pen, and it suddenly flashed with colored lights, and at the same time, a very strange nursery rhyme sounded. Kovichik didn't understand what language it was, but it was definitely not the language of the Third District.

The sound was so harsh that Kovicik looked for the switch for a long time with a painful expression, but couldn't find it. He could only endure the evil sound until the song ended.

As a result, Kovicik gave up the idea of ​​carrying it with him and put it in the drawer of his desk, so that he could not see it at ordinary times but could reach it when he needed it.

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The next morning, Hesta came to the Cosi workstation. She had made a temporary meeting with Ximoya at 8:30 in the morning late last night, saying that she wanted to meet Kende and to unify the inspection of the research tasks assigned to Ximoya during this period.

Ximoya was not afraid at all. Hesta had assigned her many tasks remotely during this period, although her friends advised her to put them aside if they were completed ahead of time and not to report the progress to Hesta. She could even pretend to delay for two days when Hesta asked about the progress, so that he would not continue to assign new tasks.

However, Ximoya refused to do so.

She knew from the beginning that Hesta was deliberately making things difficult for her. Hesta had arranged a bunch of inexplicable investigation topics - the founding and development history of several political parties in District 12, the distribution of vegetation and common wild animals in the southern jungle, the evolution of the local language and writing in District 12 over the past two hundred years... and so on. The scope of the topics was so wide that it was completely a random idea made by one person.

Ximoya took over most of the commissions sent by Hesta. Whenever Hesta proposed a new research topic, Ximoya would always ask Hesta in the name of "clear requirements" "What is the purpose of your research on this topic?" "To what extent do you need my research report to cooperate with your purpose?"... At first, Hesta was not prepared, and sometimes he was speechless when Ximoya asked him questions, and sometimes Ximoya directly denied the necessity of the research. But soon, Hesta also came prepared. Ximoya sneered in her heart. What she wanted was Hesta to come prepared - if Hesta wanted to waste her time, then she would never let him have an easy time.

Simoya always responded to Hesta's emails with a compact Gantt chart. Whenever Hesta assigned her a task, she would immediately break it down into ten times or more details and ask Hesta to cooperate further. If Hesta procrastinated, she would begin to question whether the other party's request was really as urgent as described at the beginning, and reasonably request to extend the final delivery time of the entire project.

Hesta was taught a solid lesson, and it was not until he talked about this with Stella last night that he realized that he had met a master of "upward management" - except that usually these methods are used to improve work efficiency under the premise of establishing good communication with the leaders, but Ximoya creatively used it to find fault with her superiors.

Stella gave Hesta a suggestion: since they had moved to a farm in the suburbs, they could use the "distance" as an excuse and only go to the Cossey workstation once a month. All work arrangements and delivery would be completed at this meeting. Emails would only be used to deliver the final results and no longer as a means of communication. If Ximoya encountered any urgent problems during the execution process, she was welcome to drive to the farm to ask at any time - but whether Hesta was there was another matter.

Hesta was enlightened by what he heard and thanked Stella repeatedly.

However, Stella was really curious as to why Hesta deliberately made things difficult for a subordinate who seemed to have good work ability, but Hesta did not give a direct answer.

"I want to give her a little more time," Hesta said. Stella was confused - this was clearly a way to occupy the other person's time, so why should she be given more time?
However, Stella was very open-minded in this regard. She fully accepted the dark side of human nature. No matter how outstanding this secretary named Ximoya was at work, it was obvious that she had completely offended Hesta in some way, which was why she was targeted so much.

When Hesta calmly informed Ximoya of this change, Ximoya's expression became visibly gloomy.

"Why is email no longer used as a means of communication, but only for delivering results?" Ximoya asked coldly, "Is your farm's network so bad that it can't maintain daily online communications?"

"Confidential." Hesta said, "I can't explain this to you for now."

"...I couldn't ask for more." Ximoya said, "Seeing them only once a month is a great way to free up my efficiency—"

"It doesn't necessarily have to be just one meeting," Hesta said, "I might come to the city at some point, and when I'm free I'll come over to check on your progress - and if necessary, it needs to be delivered ahead of time, so that depends on the short notice."

Ximoya stood up suddenly, quickly left the meeting room and slammed the door shut.

Hesta sat in the rolling chair and turned around in a circle with brisk movements.

A few minutes later, Kende walked in.

"If you have any complaints about me, you can come to me," Kendai gently closed the door, "What's the big deal about bullying my former subordinates?"

"You're here." Hesta gently pushed the wall and returned to the table. "What's the matter that requires you to call me from the farm? Is there any new move by the Liberal Party in District 12, or have you investigated those slow-release boxes?"

"We have an anti-bullying clause internally, you know that." Kendai said calmly, "Everything you have done to Ximoya during this period, you will need to explain it in the end. If your explanation is not convincing, you will have to pay the price."

"Really? That's great." Hesta said, "Thank you for your reminder, otherwise I would really think I can do whatever I want."

Hesta's eyes fell on the document in Kende's hand. It looked like a large photo album, about six or seven centimeters thick.

"I asked you to come here today because I wanted you to see something," Kendai said. "Do you have the courage to look at the bodies of those Liberals from District 12 who died because of your order?"