My Prime Minister is so cute

"Isn't that because you deliberately left it untied?"

Phoebe thought about it and frowned.

"That's what I noticed. What if others didn't?" Bird shrugged. "The more you hold it in, the more uncomfortable it gets. The more uncomfortable you get, the more you hold it in. Anyway, if you encounter a situation like this, just tell me directly if you're really uncomfortable."

What he said did make some sense. Phoebe accepted it and nodded seriously, saying, "Thank you, Mr. Bird. I understand what I should do."

Uh-huh.

After enjoying the teaching job, Bird happily closed his eyes and prepared to take a real nap.

"Mr. Bird," Phoebe said suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Bird asked casually.

"Can you button up your left pocket? Or unbutton the right pocket? I feel a little uncomfortable looking at it." Phoebe asked carefully.

"Well, yes."

Bird had no choice but to open his eyes and button his left pocket.

Seeing that he really buttoned up his shirt as she wished, Phoebe showed an extremely comfortable expression on her face. With an unknown mentality, facing this person who said that he would do his best to satisfy her obsessive-compulsive disorder, she began to look for places that made her uncomfortable with great interest.

"Mr. Bird."

"Mr. Bird..."

"Mr. Bird!"

"It's almost done!"

Bird rolled his eyes in anger. "There's a limit to being direct! Even if you have a good temper, you can't play like this! Do you think this is a game of spot the difference?"

"But, but, you just said it yourself. I can ask you directly..." Phoebe explained with a slightly red face.

"Then do it yourself."

He really said it himself. In a fit of anger, Bird simply spread his hands and closed his eyes. "If you think there's anything that doesn't look right, fix it yourself. Don't tell me. I'm too lazy to do it."

Chapter 90 Then I really moved myself

In the end, the secretary didn't feel comfortable doing it herself.

But the main reason was that she had picked out most of the major discomfort points on Bird's body, and the only ones left were some minor flaws, which didn't really matter.

This was the first time in her life that someone had openly explained her obsessive-compulsive disorder to her and told her to raise any issues she had. That's why she accidentally made a lot of requests, even mentioning some minor, harmless flaws.

The rest of the journey was smooth sailing until we arrived at our destination, Stan City.

Bird went to Stan City this time to promote his new magic power machine and try to get

When he first got the blueprints, his original intention was very simple, which was to follow the example of his predecessors who had traveled through time, open his own factory and produce goods to sell.

But as the saying goes, practice is the first criterion for testing truth.

After actually operating it for a period of time, Bird found that this method was not very feasible.

First of all, it takes a lot of energy to start your own factory and produce goods. Sales, raw materials, finance... each one requires a lot of effort. Add to that the work on the government side, and you can still hold on for now, but I'm afraid you will die young in the future.

Secondly, with the system's rewards, newer, more efficient magic-powered machines will inevitably appear, and there's even the possibility of a complete overhaul of the underlying infrastructure. When that happens, will the factory under his control replace the machines with new ones?

If you exchange it, it will cost you a large sum of money, which is a thankless task.

It's not impossible to hide it, but it would be too wasteful, and he also wants to improve his productivity and live a happier life.

In that case, it would be better to just sell the machine directly.

Just copy Boss Huang's toothpaste-squeezing routine, cut the performance of a magic-powered machine down a bit, and sell it in three generations, releasing one generation every year. Each generation is further divided into "basic version", "advanced version" and "luxury version", and then equipped with corresponding after-sales maintenance services. Isn't this better than opening your own factory?

What? Someone copied it?

Sure, there will be a new model next year anyway, with a 10% performance improvement at the same price. Wait until you hire a magician to reverse-engineer it and see if anyone buys it.

And you need something to reverse engineer, right? Without blueprints, you can only disassemble the machine by force. Wouldn't you have to buy a few more first?

Far away.

Back to the present, some interested businessmen had already gone to the Fox District to see the improved magic power machine, and Bird came to Stan City to discuss the specific price and subsequent after-sales service.

As soon as they got off the carriage, they were greeted by servants and taken to a small villa. It was very small and the furniture was a bit worn.

Looking at the somewhat shabby environment in front of him, Bird frowned tightly.

"Excuse me for being blunt," he said, "but you don't look like someone who has the financial resources to run a factory, do you?"

"Don't worry about that, Mr. Bird."

The businessman in front of him said confidently: "The municipal government has approved me an interest-free loan of 50 yuan, definitely not less."

"I see." Bird's brow relaxed. "Then let's talk about the price... Our machines are mainly divided into three models: basic, advanced, and deluxe. Which one do you like?"

"There are three more models. What are the differences?"

The businessman was stunned.

"The basic version is the most basic, using relatively cheap materials, so it's the cheapest," Bird explained. "As for the advanced version, it uses higher-grade materials and offers even better performance than the basic version—but rest assured, both the basic and advanced versions are of top-notch quality."

"What about the deluxe version?"

The businessman couldn't help but ask.

"The Deluxe Edition is incredible. Not only does it outperform the Advanced Edition, but its quality and safety are also greatly improved. Most importantly, it comes with a warranty!" Bird said exaggeratedly. "If you have any problems, just send us a message and a technician will come to fix them right away. We guarantee that any problem will be fixed. If it can't be fixed, we'll just replace it with a new one..."

The businessman seemed very tempted. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Then I'll order the basic model. I'll start with 50 units."

Tsk, poor bastard.

Bird cursed inwardly, but still said, "Okay, then we'll sign the contract now, pay a 10% deposit in advance, and the goods will arrive within three months..."

......

The deal went smoothly.

On the way back, Phoebe asked in confusion: "Why would the city government give this person a loan of 50 yuan, and interest-free?"

"There are many reasons for this," Bird said. "Perhaps he's a relative of the mayor, or he promised some benefits, or there might be some kind of deal—but I think the most likely possibility is that they're simply looking for an excuse to spend money at the end of the year to avoid deducting it from next year's budget."

"It's government money anyway, so as long as it's beneficial, they usually spend it haphazardly."

"Can't understand."

The secretary frowned tightly. "Are you spending money just for the sake of spending money?"

"Then you'll understand it slowly." Bird said with a smile, "You have a little time, and you have a lot to learn."

While the two were chatting, Phoebe noticed that at some point, Bird, probably because he felt too hot while sitting in the room discussing business, just casually pulled his clothes, causing the tie that was attracting much attention today to become crooked again.

Suddenly, a strong feeling of discomfort arose in Phoebe's heart, and she urgently wanted to correct it.

"Uncle..."

Just as she was about to remind him, she remembered what Bird had said in the carriage before - "If you feel uncomfortable with something, change it yourself, don't tell me, I'm too lazy to move."

This was just Bird's angry remark, spoken casually.

But the serious Phoebe obviously took it seriously and planned to put it into practice.

So after a slight hesitation, the secretary stood on tiptoe, stretched out her two tender white hands, and in Bird's slightly puzzled eyes, she completely untied his crooked black tie, and then carefully tied it again from the beginning. At the same time, she adjusted the buttons that were not fastened very neatly, and adjusted them to a perfect degree before releasing her hands.

After doing all this, Phoebe showed a faint smile from the bottom of her heart.

A light mint scent wafts over.

Bird was stunned for a moment, looked down at his neatly arranged tie, then glanced at the secretary in front of him, and said uncertainly: "You are..."

"...!"

Phoebe also realized that this action was a little inappropriate, and her face turned slightly red, but she still insisted: "It's just that the tie is crooked. I just did it myself according to your request!"

Chapter 91: Ancient Massage Parlor

Central City.

After finishing a day's work, Nora listened to some private reports from her subordinates.

"Miss Phoebe has settled down in Forks," the subordinate explained. "According to our investigation, she's currently working alongside District Mayor Avril, frequently accompanying her to various speeches and meetings. She appears to be working as a secretary, living in government-provided housing, and earning a monthly salary of 6000."

"Do you need me to bring Miss Phoebe back?"

"No, that's all. Just keep an eye on her and don't let her find out." Nora shook her head slightly. "And there's no need to notify District Chief Avril. If anything happens, notify me immediately."

"Yes, Prime Minister."

.......

Today is a day of adding some points.

Sarah sat in front of the desk with an open magic book in front of her, her eyes serious and focused.

Bird stood behind her, pressing his palms on the delicate skin of her shoulders, squeezing hard back and forth.

Ever since she listened to Bird's words that day and practiced the "massage learning method", Sarah found that her knowledge of magic circles had indeed made considerable progress, at a speed that was a little hard to believe, so she also carried out similar learning activities from time to time afterwards.

Now I am gradually getting used to this level of touch and I won’t scream when I am touched.

But strangely, the subsequent learning experience wasn't as intense as the time I was sick. I just felt generally comfortable...

"How's the progress?"

While Bird was working hard, he never forgot to ask about the progress.

"It's almost there." Sarah squinted her eyes comfortably.

After getting over the discomfort of being touched the first few times, she gradually got used to it and began to enjoy the comfort from the shoulder.

"How long will it take?" Bird asked.

"It's almost there, it's almost there." Sarah, who was originally enjoying the massage, curled her lips. "Don't rush me. The more you rush, the slower it will be."

Bird frowned, thinking that this was too unreliable. She spent so much time on an outline. Her work efficiency was comparable to that of some comic book writers who maliciously delayed the update. It was a pity that he had given her so much experience points for her magic circle skill.

Is it because his writing skills are not good enough and he is too embarrassed to admit that he has a writer's block?

He thought about opening the system and observing it.

Sarah Adela

[Skills: Magic Circle Knowledge (Intermediate), Literature (Intermediate), Writing (Intermediate)...]

[Remaining Experience: 600]

It shouldn’t be like this. It’s at least an intermediate level of writing.

...Forget it. Anyway, writing skills will come in handy sooner or later in order to promote the Pan-Magic Party and increase its popularity. It will definitely be worthwhile to add a little more.

Thinking of this, Bird had the urge to impart his experience to the magician lady.

But it would be too obvious to just add a lot of it, so I have to find an excuse.

Thinking of this, Bird's mind moved. He coughed twice and slowly said, "Ahem, Sarah, how is the effect of my massage learning method?"

"It's barely okay."

Sarah nodded honestly... Although he was a pervert, this learning method was indeed effective, and she had nothing to blame.

"Actually, I have another massage technique inherited from my ancestors that can improve your writing skills. Would you like to try it?"

Bird spoke again.

With the effective massage learning method as a foundation, Sarah actually became interested when she heard that there was another massage technique.

"What massage method?" she asked suspiciously.

"Want to try?" Bird asked.

"Hmm..." Sarah frowned and hesitated for a moment, "You can try."

"Okay, then you lie on the bed." Bird said.

Sarah: “?!”

Lie down on the bed? Why would you lie down on the bed when you can?

Could it be that this pervert has finally revealed his true colors, just like the masseur who gives the heroine a massage in some stories, who starts with a normal massage to let the heroine get used to it gradually, and then one day he shows his claws, gradually performs some excessive actions, and finally step by step makes the heroine that...that!

The more I think about it, the more I feel that this is right.

It must be like this, otherwise how could this pervert be so kind.