Chapter 135 How could 39 have such a misunderstanding?

Author: Pure Miwan

Chapter 135 39. How could such a misunderstanding arise?

"Come on, come on, the president asked me to buy a lot of snacks. You have been working hard recently, so come and share them."

Little HR Akane Ayase shouted loudly, "The snacks have been placed on the table in the tea room, first come, first served."

In recent times, as the company has been booming and its results have been getting better and better, everyone's happiness has also been rapidly improved.

Seeing this situation, Qing Zhiyuan felt that it was time to provide some benefits to the members.

It’s not just a simple thing like a salary increase, but also a company atmosphere and humanistic care to get closer to what he thinks the future will look like 30 years from now.

For this reason, Qing Zhiyuan also set up a special fund to buy some snacks, meals and other benefits for employees during their free time at work.

This amount of money is not a lot, about 500 yen per person per day on average.

For the money in Neon, you can have a nice ramen meal.

Everyone heard Akane Ayase's voice and shouted excitedly:

"Nani? Isn't this great? You can actually have snacks?"

"Thank you Ayase-san."

Akane Ayase waved her hand, "Don't thank me, but thank the president. He said that he should provide everyone with a sense of happiness while working and make everyone feel like they are at home here."

When she said these words, Ayase Akane's face was filled with a happy smile, as if she was the one handing out these benefits.

This is the so-called executive effect.

The money is allocated from above, but the person handling it will enjoy the most direct gratitude and love from the people at the bottom. This sense of honor even far exceeds Akane Ayase's satisfaction with work performance.

And recently, as everyone's sense of pride and identification with the company continues to increase, Akane Ayase seems to be asking the president to do [purchasing] and [do company benefits], something like an administrative assistant, or a small secretary.

The work is no longer so contradictory.

"Thank you, president. Wow, it's great to join a company like pokeni."

"Yeah, after graduating from college, I only got an informal job in pokeni. I thought my life was over. I didn't expect that I would find a treasure."

"Shh, can you read the air? What should you do if the president hears you?"

"Oh, yes, I mean, the president is really awesome. He can run pokeni into what it is now, and he can also provide many benefits that other companies don't have. I really feel happy from the bottom of my heart."

Everyone was talking and walking towards the tea room with smiles on their faces.

When we arrived, we found a long table filled with various snacks.

Chips, chocolate, seaweed chips, tempura cookies, fudge, and even jelly...

There seems to be no happier job than eating delicious snacks and chatting happily.

"Ah~ happiness surrounds me."

"Me too……"

"It would be nice to have another cappuccino."

…

Akane Ayase heard their conversation next to her and couldn't help but blinked. I still have cappuccino. Why don't you have a steak during working hours?

Suck...

At this moment, she glanced to the side and noticed Xuan Xuanyuan who was sucking jelly.

"Wada-san, if you want to eat French fries, they provide mustard sauce."

Akane Ayase pushed the wasabi plate in front of Gen Urobuchi.

"Um?"

Gen Urobuchi raised his head and looked at Akane Ayase as if he were an idiot, "Why should I dip it in wasabi?"

"I thought people like you would like to eat something with a bitter taste. After all, you especially like to convey pain to players." Akane Ayase curled her lips, "I entrusted Wada-san's suit to send the blade here.

, the company’s warehouse can’t even hold it.”

When everyone heard their conversation, they couldn't help but cover their mouths and snicker.

"How could you have such a misunderstanding?"

Xuan Urobuchi frowned and retorted, "Great works are often presented in the form of tragedy. Even if it is a comedy, the core is tragedy. But this has nothing to do with personal taste, right?"

"I see that the newly arrived Xinjin Cheng also likes sweets."

In fact, Lao Xu's favorite thing is to eat jelly, and jelly is shown in many of his works.

Xuan Xuanyuan raised a finger and banged his head loudly, "The script writer consumes the brain very seriously. We need a lot of sugar to supplement nutrition, and sweets can promote our creativity.

Ayase-san, you should also eat more jelly or something."

"Yes, yes." Akane Ayase said perfunctorily.

But in her heart, it was really difficult to connect the man who looked like a murderer in front of her with something as beautiful as sweets.

Even if it’s a sweet, at least it’s the durian kind.

Especially paired with Hotan, it tastes weird and full of thorns, and it will remain for a long time in the end.

When she thought of this, Akane Ayase blurted out, "Wada-san, can I buy some durians next time?"

"Huh?"

"Durian is very rich in nutritional value, and it's also sweet. I think Wada-san will like it very much, right?"

The only drawback might be that it's too expensive.

The local durians in Neon are relatively expensive. The price of foreign durians in the local area can reach about 1,600 yen per pound. Because the cost of growing durians in Neon is very high and the scale of planting is small, the durians in Neon are sold at a high price.

It is extremely expensive, but the durians imported by Neon from abroad are relatively cheap.

"I don't want to..." Xu Yuanxuan frowned, as if he was already imagining the taste of durian in his mind.

He quickly took a sip of jelly to calm down his shock.

Seeing the two people quarreling with each other, the people around them couldn't help but be amused by them.

It’s really interesting to have upright men and women like Ayase Akane and Wada in the company.

"Ayase-san, Wada-san, there's no way you can get married like this." The old man next to him, the married man of the company and the head of the program department, Akanishi Ken, reminded.

"Ah, hey, please don't say such terrible things, okay?" Akane Ayase glared at him fiercely.

It’s just because I’ve worked with weird people like Qing Zhiyuan and Urobuchi Gen for a long time that I was influenced by them.

After glancing around, she discovered something extremely terrifying, that was——

Among pokeni, from top to bottom, there are less than 5 people getting married.

The single rate is as high as 90%.

Although the president said that he has a girlfriend, no one can confirm the authenticity of this matter.

When she thought of this, Akane Ayase quickly held her face in her hands, feeling worried in her heart.

White teeth.

Could it be that in this environment, I would really stay single forever?

…

After finishing the snacks, it was almost lunch break time at the company.

After finishing his meal, Hengshan, the artist of "Your Name", quietly went to the rooftop to smoke.

At the same time, coming up with him was Nobu Kuroki, the programmer who was working on the "Demon Hunter" project.

The two of them each lit a cigarette and took a puff silently.

Hengshan glanced at it, and sure enough he found that guy Xinjin Cheng lying on the bench not far away from the rooftop, looking at the sky.

Now everyone is used to this.

But, because of Xinjin Cheng’s hobby, everyone gave him a nickname——

Sky Man.

Hengshan raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance.

There is no sun today, and the clouds are not too thick. Just like a Chinese landscape painting, the city below and the mountains in the distance are rendered in ink, while the top is completely white.

If it wasn't deep in the city, it would actually be a bit lonely.

It's already October, late autumn, the weather is starting to get cooler, and it's really unbearable to stand on the rooftop for a long time.

However, chatting here for a while while smoking has become a daily routine for everyone.

Occasionally the president will come here.

There are only a small number of people in pokeni's company, and everyone is familiar with each other, just like a family.
To be continued...