Although he was mentally prepared, Hu Qiang still frowned when he arrived at the mezzanine of Area D on the second floor of the Ten Thousand Beasts Headquarters.

It's understandable that it's difficult to get around here, and it's understandable that there are clutter everywhere, but the walls are covered with graffiti, which is a bit strange.

Anyway, when Hu Qiang was an electrician in his previous life, he visited many mezzanines of high-rise buildings. The interiors were chaotic, but there was basically no graffiti on the walls.

The main reason is that no one has the leisure time to scribble, and if you are caught doing graffiti, you will be fined.

Continuing walking all the way, I finally came to a half-closed rolling shutter door.

Looking at the light below, Hu Qiang blinked, bent down, and pushed the rolling shutter door fiercely.

Unfortunately, the rolling shutter door couldn't be pushed up until it was pushed halfway, probably to Hu Qiang's forehead. It seemed like something was stuck.

Lowering his head slightly, Hu Qiang slowly walked in. The first thing that caught his eye was three red chairs side by side and a messy workstation.

As I continued to look, I found that it was filled with all kinds of debris, just like a warehouse storing garbage.

Finally, Hu Qiang looked around and saw a person on the left with his back to him, sitting in front of the computer and not knowing what he was busy with.

Finally I saw someone.

After frowning for a moment, Hu Qiang asked the man's back: "Well, please tell me, is this, um, a particularly urgent matter..."

"That's right!" The man suddenly turned around, stood up and looked at Hu Qiang expressionlessly, "This is the Ministry of Public Affairs."

Immediately afterwards, the expressionless man who looked to be in his twenties bowed to Hu Qiang: "Good leader."

"Ah? Okay, okay." Hu Qiang smiled quickly and said, "You don't have to be so polite. From now on, we will all be our own people. By the way, do you have a surname?"

The expressionless man stretched out his right hand: "Leader, my name is Su Kejie, my English name is Jack Su, and I am the designer of the Breakthrough Department."

Hu Qiang shook hands with the other party: "Hello, my name is Hu Qiang. I am your new colleague. You don't need to ask me to be so outspoken as the leader."

"Yes, manager." Su Kejie replied expressionlessly.

Seeing the other party's less than enthusiastic attitude, Hu Qiang was embarrassed to continue chatting with him.

In order to ease the embarrassment, Hu Qiang had no choice but to look around with a smile and pretend to admire: "Oh, this working environment and the decoration, um, are really special. It has a, um, punk style."

Finding that the other party still didn't reply, Hu Qiang could only continue to look around and continue to smile: "Well, Su... Xiao Su, in such a big place here, are you the only one working?"

Just as he said this, before Su Kejie could answer, someone suddenly appeared from behind Hu Qiang: "Ah, I have an idea!"

This shout startled Hu Qiang.

Turning around suddenly, I found a sloppy young fat man with glasses holding a bear doll, who had just emerged from a cardboard box.

"You, who are you?" Hu Qiang asked subconsciously.

The fat man wearing glasses turned to look at Hu Qiang: "Are you the new manager?"

"Yes, I am." Hu Qiang nodded, "Who are you?"

The fat man walked forward, but suddenly his way was blocked by a cardboard box.

As a result, he grabbed the paper box, jumped up to Hu Qiang, and then stretched out his right hand: "Hello, I am a copywriter from the crime department. My name is Pang Xiaobai."

Hu Qiang briefly shook hands with the other party, then forced a smile and said: "Hello, I am Hu Qiang. However, you were hiding in the box and suddenly popped out. Could it be that you wanted to surprise me?"

Before Pang Xiaobai could speak, Su Kejie replied: "No, whenever he gets stuck in his jokes, he will hug a doll and hide in a broken cardboard box while crying..."

"Shut up!" Pang Xiaobai quickly interrupted him, "What a broken cardboard box and a joke? What nonsense are you talking about? I was thinking about creativity! Do you understand creativity?"

At this point, Pang Xiaobai walked out of the cardboard box, but because he walked too fast and too hastily, he accidentally got his egg pulled by the edge of the cardboard box.

"Oh!" Pang Xiaobai suddenly narrowed his eyes and frowned.

Just when Hu Qiang frowned and pursed his lips, Pang Xiaobai had already walked out of the cardboard box and said loudly to Su Kejie:

"How many times have I told you, that's not a cardboard box, it's my creative house!

It's warm in winter and cool in summer, and has a light scent of paper, which can help the brain run at a high speed.

But the most important thing is!"

Having said this, Pang Xiaobai turned to look at Hu Qiang, pointed at Su Kejie and said: "Stay inside, you don't have to see his boring face!"

"You are boring!" Su Kejie said expressionlessly.

"You!" Pang Xiaobai suddenly turned his head to look at Su Kejie.

"you!"

"you!"

"It's you!"

"It's you!"

The two faced each other, staring into each other's eyes, and the smell of gunpowder became stronger and stronger, as if they were about to start a fight.

Seeing that something was wrong, Hu Qiang quickly walked over and separated the two of them: "Okay, okay, stop arguing!

We will all be colleagues from now on, we should look up and not look down, we must value peace and harmony!"

After they separated, Hu Qiang smiled and said to Pang Xiaobai: "Come on, smile, smile!"

After Pang Xiaobai grinned, Hu Qiang nodded and turned to look at Su Kejie again: "Come on, smile!"

As a result, Su Kejie remained expressionless.

Just when Hu Qiang blinked and wanted to say something more, Pang Xiaobai possessed him and said in Hu Qiang's ear: "Manager, Su Kejie has the syndrome of being stressed out and having too many things to do. He can't laugh."

"What disease?" Hu Qiang asked with a frown.

"Stress-filled syndrome!" Pang Xiaobai repeated it again, "The specific symptoms are facial nerve necrosis and permanent facial paralysis!"

"Fart!" Su Kejie said immediately, "Why am I paralyzed? I'm just not good at expressing myself."

Immediately afterwards, Su Kejie said to Hu Qiang: "Don't listen to him, not only can I laugh, I can also laugh out loud!"

Seeing that Su Kejie still looked expressionless, Hu Qiang forced a smile: "Yes, yes, I feel it."

Su Kejie looked at Pang Xiaobai: "Manager Hu, do you know, in fact, Pang Xiaobai is just his nickname, because his real name is too literary, he..."

"Hey, what are you doing?" Pang Xiaobai immediately pointed his finger at Su Kejie, "Stop talking, I'm warning you not to talk nonsense!"

Su Kejie continued to look at Hu Qiang expressionlessly: "His real name is Pang Yue Guang!"

After saying the name, Su Kejie laughed at Pang Xiaobai before returning to his work station.

"You!" Pang Xiaobai's face was filled with anger, "Su Kejie, what a face you have..."

"Hey, hey, hey." Hu Qiang quickly stopped Pang Xiaobai's personal attack, "Forget it, Pang Yueguang is actually quite nice."

"Manager Hu." Pang Xiaobai said immediately, "You should call me Pang Xiaobai."

"Uh, okay, Pang...Xiaobai." Hu Qiang followed his lead.

"Yes." Pang Xiaobai nodded, "I'm going to work. You can take a look around here."
Chapter completed!