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The high-intensity, unknown radiation that permeated the floors triggered a paranormal phenomenon of mass amnesia. As of today, the old Toyokawa Building is no longer operational.

There are many different opinions and they are widely circulated.

Two years later, the silver metallic life form named Fried Noodle Man, who was revealed to the public for the first time, claimed responsibility for the incident. It was the crash of the spaceship he was piloting that revealed the "truth" of everything.

The new TGW building stands majestically, located on the ruins of a collapsed group tower. It was rebuilt and completed in just one year at an almost miraculous speed and stands majestically like a steel behemoth.

Adopting a modern industrial style, the towering glass curtain wall and the smooth steel structure complement each other, showing a metallic luster and a futuristic sense, forming a unique urban landscape.

The Toyokawa Group has miraculously risen from the ashes and completed its revival.

After devouring a certain group, the Toyokawa Group began to completely absorb its market and areas of responsibility, and unexpectedly took the unusual approach of bringing back former employees of the two companies who had been fired due to the collapse of the group, thus averting the large-scale unemployment and economic disaster that should have occurred with the minimum impact.

It's so outrageous that it's like a funny character cheating!

In response to this, Xianjuan Gan, who was still tinkering with the "new prop experiment" on the rooftop of Yugaoka on the day of the attack, did not intend to express any opinion.

Anyway, no one will believe that he did it.

Entering the building, you will find a spacious, bright, modern and simple lobby.

During the "summer vacation", Xian Juangan asked the high school dropout female customer service at the platform and received the reply "You don't need to ask again, please go upstairs". After that, Xian Juangan took the work phone and took the elevator directly to the floor of the final boss of this building.

The elevator started, and the pointer indicating the floor slowly passed the brass button on the top floor. Xian Juangan silently recited "special list" in his heart.

I don’t know how many names have been crossed off the list during this period.

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As soon as I got out of the elevator on the floor, I could clearly hear the angry curses from the boss's room.

Then there was the sound of a cell phone smashing into pieces on the floor. Judging from the texture, it seemed like the old man was trying to fool people with the expensive new cell phone. He wasn't so senile as to smash the outdated and cheap personal cell phone given by his deceased wife.

"What are you deciding on your own again?! I've told you over and over again that you can mess up something that can't fail!"

Xian Juangan calculated the dates. He always managed a forecast for three months at a time. The last time was in March, which meant that "those people" had messed up something again by acting on their own initiative and not following the plan. Judging by the time, it was the lease for the long-established puppet museum in Xiaze Township...

No, even the famous [Toyokawas] would be too stupid to mess this up, that is the Shibuya Solar Development School District Center...

Combined with the intelligence he got from the last time he was working, he started to review how Fengchuan Qinggao had failed and simulated remedial measures.

It is not uncommon for the president of a subsidiary of a chaebol to have his office permanently located at the head office, or even to work on the same floor as the group's general manager. Although such cases do exist in the industry, all industry insiders who have known Toyokawa Kiyoshi for many years now know what the situation is.

He shrugged, took out his cell phone and sent a message to the old man's secretary, asking her to tell the old man that he would come over.

Soon, the secretary hurried out of the next room, glanced at Xian Juangan helplessly, and thought, "Just like last time, right?" Then he walked into the president's office.

Hearing footsteps, Toyokawa Sadaharu, who was still scolding Toyokawa Kiyoshi, saw the secretary he had kicked out come in and wanted to turn around and scold him too.

"Master Gan is here," the secretary said in a very low voice. Sadaharu called him that privately when asking others to report to him. Genmaki Gan himself, who did not have superhuman hearing, was not aware of this.

Dingzhi's anger immediately dissipated, his tone softened, and he put on a mask of majesty and said, "Let him in. I told you there is no need to notify him for an appointment. This is his workstation, no need to pretend."

He went back to the first floor and took the elevator again to the top floor. When Xianjuan Gan saw that there was no sound, he put on a business smile.

With a smile on her face, and elegance and confidence radiating from every move, she pushed the door open.

Fengchuan Qingcao stood aside with a pale face, sweating profusely. He had already collected and hidden the remains of the mobile phone.

But Toyokawa Sadaharu acted as if nothing had happened, and seriously blamed Xianjuangan.

"Today is not your workday, kid, what are you doing here?"

"I'm very sorry to trouble you. I want to deal with tomorrow's work in advance. I have an appointment conflict. Please let me go to work early." The voice was clear and soft.

He knew very well that such a false mask would disgust him, the black-hearted boss, and also divert hatred.

Sadaharu's anger, which had been somewhat dissipated, rose again. This kid was full of

If you have the guts, just fire me. After four years of working as a legal underage laborer under the special rules of the Fengchuan Group, Xian Juan Gan has earned enough to ensure he has food and clothing for the next ten years. He is not afraid of being fired by the old man. Moreover, with his current skills, he can easily go out and make money legally without paying a penny of national tax.

I was so stupid before. I actually thought of using a mimic watch to pretend to be an adult and work. How much money can I make from working?

What's my next job? Maybe I'll get up early, exercise, and deliver newspapers, or maybe buy a newspaper and sell a weekly comic book.

...You're not short of money, so just wave your sonic screwdriver and click it, and you can become Bruce Wayne in the next second!

Toyokawa Sadaharu was so angry that he put his hands behind his back and turned his back to Xianjuangan.

"If it's too much trouble, please continue to assign me practice tests and let me work overtime. Please, I'll do anything!"

In fact, the mock tests had stopped midway through the third year. Toyokawa Sadaharu could no longer invent dire economic scenarios to harass this irritating brat. His plans always satisfied him, cold and impenetrable. The approach that suited his heart would irritate him, but once he calmed down, he would be convinced why it was more advantageous than he had imagined.

"Hmph" Toyokawa Sadaharu walked out of his office, and Qing Gao followed him out.

"You can do anything? Then have your guardian sign the list on the top of the drawer." The door slammed shut.

Based on Xianjuan's previous experience of provoking the boss's temper, this was tacit approval.

"The old man/the brat" the two people muttered behind their backs

The luxurious office is very spacious, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows that allow for an unobstructed view of the scene outside. Looking down, one can't help but want to say that classic line.

But no matter how fun something is, it will become boring if you play it too much and become a daily scene.

I want to be free to move around anywhere and do whatever I want.

The boss chair is not close-fitting and a bit stiff. It is not very comfortable to sit on. It is really boring because it is so hard.

He kicked away the boss chair without hesitation and replaced it with a spiral chair next to it. He didn't work here last year. He used to work in the office next door. It was also this year that the office was closed and converted into the second reception room. Toyokawa Sadaharu sternly forced him to work here on the grounds that there was no room.

He turned his spiral wheelchair around, opened the drawer and took out the documents.

As expected, it was another special adoption document. He signed his name neatly and took out his phone to take a picture of himself and the document.

Unfortunately, Xianjuan Gan was a minor, and his signature had no legal effect. As for his guardian? At the time, they hacked into the system and, for the sake of convenience, they appointed the previous owner, Ms. Ichinose, as their guardian.

Secondly, even special adoptions cannot be completed simply by signing a name.

She herself was unaware of her adopted son. Using AI projection and controlled surveillance cameras, she forged Ms. Ichinose's legal documents and related paperwork. Coupled with the Japanese government's abysmal regulatory enforcement, the old man had repeatedly expressed a desire to meet his guardian, but he had been able to get away with it by using simulated projection, fake dummies, and a simulated terminal computer with real-time automated voice messages to righteously deny them.

It doesn't matter if he finds out, there is a backup plan.

The terminal computer AI 氵四凌(七)鸸(二)思巴 priority command has also been monitoring Ms. Ichinose by manipulating satellites and hacking into all cameras. When someone in reality tries to expose that she has an adopted son, or is checking file records, or even someone mentions this matter unintentionally during direct communication.

The terminal computer will use a preset plan to temporarily tamper with the file interface; appropriately simulate someone's voice and call their mobile phone number to divert them; dispatch a group of invisible small drones and fall expert Z to use anesthetic needles, memory clearing guns, and induced hypnosis apps, using non-physical "accidents" or physical "accidents" to violently avoid them by any means.

Although I feel a little sorry for Ms. Ichinose, whom I have never met, no one can expose my free and unsupervised state.

Inherit the Fengchuan Group? The thought of his future potentially bearing the brunt of the futures of thousands of families, nearly ten thousand direct and indirect relatives, made Xian Juangan break out in a cold sweat. No! This couldn't be possible! How could someone like him be bound by such constraints? How could he, a mere student, shoulder the responsibility of others' lives?

Even though he is now handling other people's careers and weighing the pros and cons of other people's lives, he is working for others. Even if he gets into trouble, he naturally has the leisurely mentality of a tall person.

The only trouble you have to deal with is the one you have caused.

If he really had to take responsibility for someone else's future for his entire life and promise the future direction to someone he had never met, he really couldn't bear such a heavy burden. What kind of high school student would easily promise to carry the responsibility of someone else's life?

However, since he will be 16 after his birthday this year, some of his guardianship rights will expire. [Some people] are already waiting for an opportunity to make a move.

The High Lord also has to play the role of a High Lord. Once he has handled everything perfectly, he can officially resign.

Putting the document aside and flipping through the files, he focused part of his thoughts on understanding the current situation of the giant Fengchuan Group and its subsidiaries. In a very short time, he completed a preliminary assessment of the situation after being disconnected for a whole summer vacation.

I have been really lazy this month, and my progress is much behind schedule. If this continues, I will have to take a few more unplanned shifts before I can leave.

Feeling somewhat dissatisfied with his own out-of-tune self, Xianjuan Gan was ready to catch up with the progress, or at least arrange the things that needed the most attention first.

He began actively answering calls from his familiar "clients," fluently answering their questions. Like a seasoned keyboardist, he absorbed and processed information with astonishing efficiency. He took into account all departments, collaborating with a level of coordination unprecedented within the Toyokawa Group. He anticipated every move of his competitors, planning multiple contingency plans before they even took action.

Meanwhile, Xianjuan Gan also enjoyed perusing the lighter alien anecdotes he'd compiled from his memory library. He'd recently become interested in the "Process for Making a Body-Replacing Pickled Cucumber God of War." Lacking alien minerals, he'd like to see if he can create them himself.

If it's a new alien body, it must be more useful than the current one.

After dealing with the last batch of unemployed former employees who were "beating around the bush" and arranging their return to work, the one and a half hour lunch break was about to begin.

Due to special reasons, I was not able to show up in public, so I was arranged to enter the middle-level cadre cafeteria on the floor half an hour in advance to get something to eat.

Humming.

I picked up an empty plate, ignored the Caesar salad, the various cold dishes and sushi areas, and went straight to the hot dishes and fried dessert areas.

A little tired

I picked up a few cheese breaded shrimps, black pepper grilled pork chops, farmer's stewed chicken, pizza dumplings, and matcha daifuku, scooped a large spoonful of Sichuan sauce from the sauce area and poured it on top and evenly coated it.

He mechanically stuffed the liver into his mouth and chewed it. His body seemed stiff and unnatural in his methodical movements, like a mechanical puppet, lacking independent agility. He ate, took another quick sweep, and then set the empty plate aside.

After passing by the seasoning area, he grabbed a handful of Sichuan sauce seasoning packet and stuffed it into the pocket of his white coat, then hurriedly left the restaurant.

The dishes are not very tasty when they are just out of the pot, except for the Sichuan sauce, which is a bit boring.

After finishing lunch, I did not go to the top floor, but pressed the button to go to the next floor.

Fengchuan Qinggao had been waiting for a long time. He handed over his mobile phone politely and had also prepared relevant documents and materials. He was indeed an elite in the industry.

Although Xianjuan Gan already had some understanding of the situation at his workstation, he still checked the paper documents for further confirmation, and his heart finally settled.

Good news: the Japanese Doll Museum and Solar School District Center, which he was particularly worried about, were not messed up.

Bad news: All other projects have failed.

Xianjuan Gan does not often manage the real estate company. This is the job of Fengchuan Qingjiao, the next head of the company. So even though he is responsible for overall goal planning, he gives the greatest freedom in how to implement it and how to develop local micro-management.

Obviously, the "self" in the last job was not managed.

He flipped through paper documents at an astonishing speed and reviewed the latest updates on the "elite's" laptop.

Internally, he cut the budget for "unnecessary" office supplies for employees; he personally patrolled the company's overall hygiene and cleanliness, and lightly fined several senior employees 3,000 yen for a piece of paper scrap;

He took the initiative to work overtime and stay in the company, and at the gate, he demonstrated his determination to stand with the company, while persuading several employees he liked who had families and children to go home; he took drastic measures and added several new acquisition plans to his original plan.

They ordered new materials from other start-up companies at lower prices. To demonstrate their sincerity in securing an overloaded project, they disregarded contractual procedures and bypassed formalities to force the finance department to remit a deposit.

With a desperate move, they took on a second-phase resale project that other real estate companies wouldn't take on, offering exceptionally lucrative terms and promising future prospects. At a real estate advertising spokesperson meeting, they abandoned the original contract with 765 Idol Agency's Ryugu Komachi and paid a large sum to replace them with a more popular and influential group, the Johnny Kitagawa group, endorsed by the now-popular Johnny & Associates idols.

I believe that just by listing a few small details of micro-control, those of you with ninja dynamic vision can imagine what kind of wonderful chain reaction has occurred this month and how many hidden dangers have been buried.

And these troubles have now become Xianjuan Gan's job.

He assessed the current strategic situation with a speed of thinking far exceeding anyone else. Combined with the investigation intelligence from his previous work position, he had already completed the part of the task under the identity of "Toyokawa Sadaharu" in advance. So it was time to complete the remaining part that required the identity of "Toyokawa Kiyoshi". He then began to make phone calls to confirm the more specific actual situation and then issued orders one by one.

Indicators were reallocated, acquisition measures were reintegrated, signed contracts were heavily reinforced and revised, and even other inconspicuous storage materials of the real estate land company were replanned.

He spent an hour issuing various new instructions without stopping, and the middle-level leaders continued to pass on the orders after their lunch break. The newly opened automatic recorder retained the voice messages, set a time and sent them regularly for future verification.

Constantly make the most efficient decisions under the current circumstances, and sacrifice your own strength to save your opponent. In the blink of an eye, you plan a series of precise and deadly counterattacks for your competitors.

Even though Xianjuan Gan used a voice changer to disguise Fengchuan Qingjiao's voice, everyone knew that it was not him, no matter how much Xianjuan Gan tried to imitate Fengchuan Qingjiao's habits and imitate that timid tone.

But every subordinate and every employee who received the call knew that this was not their mediocre, incompetent and cowardly president.

Soon, the immediate orders were no longer issued, and only the recorder was still faithfully recording every text message or voice message that he predicted would be sent at a scheduled time in the future.

When he replanned everything, he would focus on praising the advantages of every tampered plan, while he would downplay or cover up the disadvantages.

When the reserved voice message was processed, the relaxing and enjoyable lunch break was over. Xian Juanhuo, feeling that he had rested long enough, returned the phone to Fengchuan Qinggao and continued to go back to his office to handle more official matters of the entire Fengchuan Group. Fengchuan Qinggao's expression was as dull and sluggish as usual.

That's good enough. I just need to be a clown like this.

During the time he was back at his workstation, Xianjuan Gan took out another mobile phone with a normal expression and set the default incoming call number to Fengchuan Qinggao's number. Even with Xianjuan Gan's superhuman intelligence, he couldn't tactfully remove those "little thorns" without giving any examples in front of Fengchuan Qinggao without being considered as mocking him.

Even if they are trash, they are better than those who don't follow the rules and can be tolerated.

He also skillfully made a few phone calls using the mobile phone. When his old subordinates returned to their workstations after their lunch break, they heard Xianjuan Gan imitating Toyokawa Kiyoshi's voice, whispering to them indirectly about a "small change" he had previously ordered. They sighed and shook their heads, as their president's little trick of fine-tuning and moving two hundred meters had been discovered again.

This wasn't the first time Xian Juangan had wiped Fengchuan Qinggao's shirt. Although it was disrespectful, Xian Juangan believed that Uncle Qinggao's ability was limited to being a mid-level cadre.

Once he was placed in a high-level position, he could not see the situation clearly, was blindly confident in local micro-manipulation, and then fell flat on his face. A stumble made him even less confident. Aunt Mizuho's care for him aggravated his condition, and once he mustered up the courage, he fell even harder.

Previously, Toyokawa Sadaharu had been cleaning up after him, scolding and correcting his problems. Now he had come to him. After just the first month's financial report summary, Toyokawa Sadaharu took one look at the spreadsheet and knew it wasn't his worthless son-in-law. After warning him once or twice to no avail, he had given up on him and stopped wasting his time.

Originally, Fengchuan Qingjiao should not be this kind of person. Xianjuanhuo couldn't understand what had happened. Two years ago, Fengchuan Qingjiao was not so incompetent.

Xian Juangan was deeply concerned. If he let go, or ceased to supervise, Fengchuan Qinggao, now without anyone to deal with him, would suffer a relapse, and how badly he would suffer. He couldn't be so foolish as to go down in history as the biggest real estate case and a laughing stock.

He... Toyokawa Kiyoshi... isn't that fragile, right?

Install the secret item Ability Disk to test the protagonist's operational ability. I rolled the dice in Ankh and the result was the highest value Primarch level. I wondered if it was a waste of talent. I tested which Primarch was drawn three times: Leman Russ, Chaltai Khan, and Angron with the Butcher's Nail.

Emm, okay, please imagine that Khan, Russ, and Angron, whose office capabilities are reduced to one third, are tied together with dog chains and forced to handle official business. This is the mental state of the protagonist when he was a customer service representative at Toyokawa Group, passive and lazy and playing with Angron.

Chapter 12 Chapter 12 The Negligence of the Head of the Xianjuan Family: The Needle-Pierced Umbrella

"Then, someone will come to visit you at 10 o'clock on Sunday morning. Thank you for your valuable time." Xianjuan Gan, wearing headphones, handled the last cooperation on some facilities of the Smile Cruise Ship signed with the person in charge of the Xianjuan Group.

Xianjuan Gan intervened and temporarily modified his subordinates' plans, adding some new things and new ideas that even the head of the Xianjuan Group was impressed by, as well as some old antiques that were of lower quality in his mind.

At 6:3:04 in the afternoon, Xianjuan Gan clicked on the sign out button in the management system and left the office in a hurry without any regrets. He browsed through the memory library and came up with a new idea. While the inspiration was still there, the happy time was about to begin!