Holding a Memorial for a Chicken
Xiao Liu parked the car at the entrance of the Siheyuan, and Sing Sing got out of the car carrying a wooden box containing Whimsical Gun.
"By the way, Director Zhou, this is the professional evaluation form for the newly recruited staff! Director Wang wants you to submit your preliminary comments tomorrow morning."
Four documents were handed out of the car window.
Sing Sing took the document and snorted, "How long have I been here? I haven't written an operation report, and I only got 250 yuan for reimbursement. Now they want me to arrange employment for four people? Even the millstones in the production team would have to request a shutdown for maintenance if they saw me!"
"Director Wang also said that if you don't hand it in, he will personally come to the Siheyuan to help you write it."
"That's not what you call 'accompanying'! He just sat there staring at people with a glass of goji berry water, like it was a funeral!"
In the end, Xiao Liu, who dared not make fun of his boss, awkwardly laughed and drove away.
Back in his room, Sing Sing put the box of the Whimsical Gun at the bottom of the wardrobe, and only after washing up did he sit down at the table to look through the documents.
Comprehensive Assessment Report on the Health and Safety of Individuals with Superpowers
Geggebu, Bailey, Yinsen, Olivia.
The ID photos of the four people are placed side by side on the homepage.
They're still staying in the bureau's observation room tonight; they didn't come to the Siheyuan.
The department has made considerable progress lately, even providing "customized meals" based on the special physiological needs of Mutants.
His task tonight is to consider the working direction of these four new comrades in China.
Geggebu wants to raise chickens, and arranging for her to work at a chicken farm would be a good fit, but the chicken farm must be designed to the standards of an armory.
Sing Sing, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, flipped to the evaluation page.
I can't renege on the 50 acres of land, and I have to deliver on the promise of the three-bedroom apartment; these are all things I promised beforehand.
The farms also need to be located far away from residential areas.
The pen tip circled across the map, finally landing on the Ankang mountainous area where Sichuan and Shaanxi meet.
This is a good place.
The local forest coverage exceeds 70%, with large areas of mountains and forests connected together, and there is little industrial pollution.
This place is perfect for Geggebu to raise chickens.
After thinking it over, Sing Sing made a phone call to Uncle Biao.
"Hey! Uncle Biao! It's me Sing Sing!"
Uncle Biao rubbed his eyes and looked at the incoming call, somewhat helplessly. "You'd better have something life-or-death to do calling me in the middle of the night! Don't try to bother me with your expense reports!"
"Why would I need your help with something as trivial as expense reports? Let's talk about chicken farming first. Geggebu wants to settle down in the Ankang mountain area. You used to work in construction, so I'd like to ask you for some advice!"
"Geggebu? Oh, the kid who came back with you today, right?"
Once he was fully awake, Uncle Biao sat up and leaned against the bed, picking up his personal tablet and starting to work. "Hmm... this place is nice, but with so much woodland, we can't just let chickens roam freely. We need to avoid the ecological red line, have the Agriculture Department measure the carrying capacity, and design a separate manure treatment system."
"In addition, the breeding area is divided into four plots for rotation. The chicken coops are made of insulating and flame-retardant materials, the manure and waste area is placed downwind, the feed silos are separately fireproofed, and the living area and hatching area are also kept far apart."
Sing Sing on the other end of the phone quickly took notes and nodded repeatedly.
Sing Sing, after half an hour of seeking advice, finally hung up the phone, satisfied.
After Geggebu finished writing his initial comments, Old Zhou turned to Baobao's page, which was the page with Bailey Hoskins.
The competency assessment section is empty; it cannot be filled in.
It self-destructs at full power in a single burst, instantly killing the user upon activation.
This ability must not be tested in any form.
Baobao doesn't like to talk and is afraid of crowds.
They didn't want others to get too close, so the archives were quiet.
Anton is very disciplined in his work, but he's just too disciplined!
"Wait a minute, if he reviews the documents with Anton, then every time I submit an invoice, there will be two people watching me behind the window?"
Old Zhou was shocked when he thought about this.
He can't handle it alone, let alone two?
"Geggebu's side is short-handed, and Bailey is fairly familiar with him; neither of them likes crowds."
"Well... the important thing is that the chickens won't chase after them asking questions."
Whether he goes or not is up to him to choose his job.
As Chief Section Level cadre, Sing Sing shouldn't interfere with a young man's career freedom just to facilitate reimbursement. At most, he could only support him in his heart by keeping him away from the archives.
The next morning.
There were several chairs in the skills assessment room.
Sitting opposite Sing Sing is Robert Herman, codenamed Geggebu.
Baobao, Bailey Hoskins.
The Spots, Yinsen Walker.
Flower Bud, Olivia Carter.
Behind them was a chair, where Ororo Munroe and Storm sat by the window, watching with great interest.
"Everyone, relax, don't be nervous!"
Sing Sing Chow chuckled, "I got back late last night, otherwise I would have treated everyone to a late-night snack. Today, let's finalize the direction for the future; you can choose your own positions."
Pushing the documents in front of Geggebu, Sing Sing said, "We have a direction for the chicken farm you wanted. The Ankang mountainous area, bordering Sichuan and Shaanxi, has plenty of forests and sufficient water resources, making it suitable for free-range ecological farming."
Geggebu picked up the photos and flipped through them.
Wow! This whole tract of land belongs to me?
"What are you thinking! The mountains belong to the country, and so do the trees. You have fifty acres of legally designated aquaculture area; the permits will be handled by your employer."
"Really fifty acres? Won't they make me move again when we get there?"
"I, Zhou, promised you fifty acres, and if I'm short even a penny, it's my dereliction of duty! If I deceived you halfway around the world and then gave you nothing but a flowerpot to raise chickens, how can I continue to be the director?"
Geggebu flipped to the chicken breed information page, her eyes lighting up. "Their feathers are so black, is their meat black too?"
"I'll leave this question for you to study later. Don't rush to put it into the pot and verify it. The first batch of chicks is also a national asset!"
"If you agree, you can learn disease prevention first, then receive fire safety training. Once you've mastered both courses, I'll coordinate the paperwork and accommodation. The chicken coop will also be designed specifically for your physical condition."
Geggebu pressed the photo to her chest, grinning foolishly, and said, "I agree, I agree! As long as they let me stay there, I'll learn anything!"
Sing Sing nodded in satisfaction and turned the other job selection form towards Baobao.
"You have two options. Neither side will test your abilities. The underground archives are quiet, the working hours are fixed, and Anton will guide you through the document classification process."
"And one more?"
"Go to the chicken farm with Xiaobu. That way you'll have people you know around you. But you'll be exposed to the wind and sun a lot, so think it over."
"But..." Baobao still hesitated, "I've never raised chickens before, and I don't know if they'll be afraid of me."
"What's the big deal? Look at him, even Geggebu didn't know how to raise chickens when he was born! Who says you have to be born with a professional certificate to start a job? As for whether the chickens are afraid of you, that depends on whether you have feed on hand."
Baobao tilted her head to look at Geggebu, then at Sing Sing.
Why do you want me to go with him? Is it because we both need to stay away from crowds?
Sing Sing shook his head. "You're quite adept at guessing the worst, but you're wrong this time."
"You can choose for yourself. It's okay if you don't want either of them. Just tell me what you want to do. You don't have to sign today. If you don't like it after the trial period, you can change."
"The jobs our company assigns you will definitely be jobs you like and that are suitable for you; we won't make any mandatory requirements."
Baobao pursed her lips. "Then I'll go to the chicken farm. The archives are too quiet; I'm afraid I'll keep thinking about the past."
Hearing this, Sing Sing breathed a sigh of relief.
Geggebu moved closer to him, "Are you really going to come with me? Then we can train together. I'll teach you how to feed the chickens; chicks shouldn't eat anything too hard when they first hatch!"
"Can I learn? I've never taken care of living things before."
"Of course! You can even name them!"
Sing Sing raised his hand to stop the two from continuing their discussion.
"If you name all 20,000 chickens, are you planning to hold 20,000 memorial services when they're ready for market at the end of the year?"