The Boss Starts Scheduling Shifts: At the End of Crows Lies Labor Coordination

After school, at the kendo dojo, Sing Sing sat cross-legged on a mat with a stack of banknotes in front of him.

This was the protection money that various forces voluntarily paid after he dominated the campus.

But he cannot, and will not, keep the money in his pocket.

The school principal is targeting him; fighting is a tradition at this school, and everyone is used to it.

But collecting protection money is a different story; it's like personally sending incriminating evidence to the leader's desk via express delivery.

Sing Sing stood up and waved his hand dismissively. "I won't take a single penny of this money! I'll exchange it all for bread and oolong tea!"

There were forty or fifty people sitting below.

Serizawa Army, GPS, Mitsuhashi, Ito, Hayashida Megumi sitting alone against the wall, and the core members of the Judo Club, Karate Club, Aikido Club, and Kendo Club were all present.

Almost all the top fighters in the school were present.

There were even quite a few female members, such as the one sitting next to Ito Shinji, named Kyoko Hayakawa, who was said to be the leader of a group of second-year delinquent girls.

Right now, Kyoko Hayakawa, who is dating Ito Shinji, is still flirting and being affectionate with her boyfriend.

They completely disregarded him, this big shot!

But folding his hands around a young man's girlfriend isn't Old Zhou's style. He put his hands on his hips and declared in a booming voice:

"Starting tomorrow, everyone participating in the school history research volunteer team will have lunch and dinner provided! A bonus can of limited-edition iced cola for every three days of work!"

With dark circles under his eyes Serizawa Tamao's face clearly said, "Are you kidding me?"

"You beat everyone, then treat everyone to snacks? What kind of performance is that? A consolation show?"

Sing Sing snorted and began to pace back and forth with his hands behind his back.

"You think I'm Blackheart contractor for organizing work without providing meals? This is a legitimate labor service! We're organized, disciplined, and provide welfare benefits! Don't you understand the rules?!"

So arrogant!

Genji Takiya sat silently in the corner.

He couldn't understand it at all; what was this man after?

Organizing school history?

The school does have this need, but it's unnecessary!

The school's top few hundred fighters got together to flip through a pile of paper?

This is even more outrageous than turning a disco into a library.

Unfortunately, circumstances were beyond their control; under Sing Sing's absolute authority, no one dared to refute him.

The next morning, in the archives.

Fumio Sato is 67 years old and has been the school's archivist for 31 years.

For 31 years, his proudest achievement has been never letting a single piece of paper document slip through his fingers.

At this moment, the old man, wearing reading glasses, was blocking the entrance to the archives room with his arms wrapped around the spare key to the main door.

Standing in front of him were forty or fifty delinquent youths with exaggerated hairstyles and menacing eyes.

"No! Absolutely not!"

Fumio Sato's voice trembled, "If you people go in and cause trouble, all my 31 years of hard work will be ruined! Last time, the Judo Club members came to the reading room to read the newspapers, and when they left, two horizontal bars on the newspaper rack were missing! They used them as clotheslines!"

Serizawa pouted, Mitsuhashi shrank back.

Kimura Okuma silently gazed at the sky; that horizontal bar was definitely the work of the Judo Club.

Sing Sing glanced at him up and down a few times, but wasn't in a hurry.

She silently extended both palms in front of him, then slowly clenched her fists, making a cracking sound.

Finally, Sing Sing Chow, expressionless, pointed to himself, then to a group of henchmen behind him, and made a throat-slitting gesture.

Fumio Sato was terrified by this behavior, and his body honestly moved half a step away from the door.

Sing Sing nodded in satisfaction and took out a notebook from his pocket and opened it.

"Genji Takiya."

Takidani instinctively stood up straight.

"GPS is responsible for moving all the cardboard boxes from the warehouse to the sorting area and registering them according to the box label number. Smoking, drinking water, and leaving sweat stains or fingerprints on the documents are not allowed during the handling process. Each person will be issued a pair of cotton gloves."

"Serizawa Tamao".

"Ah?"

"The Serizawa Army is responsible for corridor security and order maintenance. No unauthorized personnel are allowed to approach this floor. Anyone who tries to take photos, inquire, or peek around will be turned away."

Serizawa's expression was subtle; he had thought he would at least be assigned some indoor work.

"Judo Club."

Kimura Okuma looks up.

"You're in charge of moving composite metal cabinets. Those big guys weigh at least 200 pounds each, you'll have to move them."

Kimura Daxiong nodded honestly and said he had no objection. Moving things is the strength of the judo club.

"Mitsuhashi Takashi, Ito Shinji."

The two of them shuddered.

"You two take the good students and sit behind that table. Go check the borrowing log page by page. Mark in red which year each borrowed item was not returned, and which year each item was returned with missing pages. You're not allowed to leave until you've finished!"

Mitsuhashi's face fell instantly.

"Boss! I get sleepy just looking at words..."

"If you're sleepy, I'll help you stay awake." Sing Sing shook his fist.

Mitsuhashi shut up.

"Hayashida Megumi."

All eyes turned to the lone wolf sitting against the wall.

Hayashida Megumi raised her eyelids.

Sing Sing dragged over a small folding stool, unfolded it with a snap, and placed it at the entrance of the archives room.

"Whoever slacks off, whoever tries to skip work, whoever dawdles... you decide what to do."

Hayashida Megumi walked over and sat down expressionlessly.

Mitsuhashi was about to sneak off to the restroom when he bumped into Hayashi's eyes. His legs went weak on the spot, and he obediently shrank back to the table to continue chewing on the borrowing slip.

Sing Sing stood with his hands behind his back, inspecting each post.

Fumio Sato adjusted his reading glasses, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

Finally, he walked shakily to Sing Sing's side and, as if possessed, took the key to the front door from his waist.

"... There are also three boxes of unfiled old materials in the storage room in Block B. If you need them... I can take you there?"

The efficiency of this makeshift team far exceeded everyone's expectations.

Genji Takiya's GPS can roam freely on the streets and alleys, carrying cardboard boxes with ease.

The Serizawa Army stood at both ends of the corridor, their fierce aura ten times more effective than infrared alarms.

The burly men from the Judo Club carried a large iron cabinet by themselves, without even breaking a sweat.

Mitsuhashi and Ito, who were responsible for checking the registration forms, actually got into the zone when pushed to their limits.

Mitsuhashi even created his own annotation method using different colored highlighters, resulting in an ugly but easily understandable style.

Ichirai Hisako and a few other girls sat in a corner, responsible for registering a list of missing years.

The director of the teaching affairs office came to check a few times and then left, relieved. What could a group of hooligans possibly find by rummaging through the moldy files in the pile of papers?

Little did he know that the clues these people were trying to find were secrets he wasn't even authorized to access.

That evening, as darkness fell, this peculiar volunteer team had already cleared out all the records in the public area of the archives.

Seeing that time was almost up, Sing Sing didn't want the group to continue.

After settling everyone in for dinner, I watched them leave.

He stood alone in the corridor for a moment.

As expected.

There was no information about underground experiments in the public area.

Those people aren't fools; they wouldn't leave something truly dangerous openly displayed on the lending shelf.

But he obtained three useful items.

First, a complete record of school building renovations.

The year of each renovation, addition, and foundation construction, along with the information of the construction company, is all on file.

Second, a list of faculty and staff from previous years.

Since the school reopened in 1952, every teacher, administrator, and external consultant who has entered or left the school has a written record.

Third, publish the annual reports of the board of directors.

As long as the source is compliant, there will be no procedural flaws when it goes through the legal review process of the 749 Bureau when it returns to China.

The first link in the administrative evidence chain has been successfully closed today.

Sing Sing put the last document back into the box and prepared to close the lid.

He casually flipped to the last page of a publicly available annual report from decades ago.

It was a group photo; three people were standing in front of the school monument.

In the center is the school principal, Tennoji Hiroshi.

On the right is Shingen Yashida, the former head of the Yashida Family.

On the left is a foreigner, a medical consultant, Abraham Cornelius.