When Pinocchio saw the gloom on Wine Cup's face, he thought for a moment, then added:
"Still, when the time comes, I'll do my best to secure the ownership rights to a universal shell for you. That much I can guarantee."
Only after those words reached Wine Cup's ears did the tightly drawn sorrow on her face finally loosen a little.
She was currently playing the part of a newcomer who had just entered the factory, and "leaving" was precisely the most urgent desire in every newcomer's heart. Even if they could not return to their original bodies, as long as they could leave this cursed place with this body, most would probably agree.
Thus, in the eyes of Wine Cup, the "new employee," Pinocchio's promise, though not an absolute guarantee, was already a pleasant surprise.
Wine Cup: "So from now on, I don't need to worry about weekly quotas anymore? And I don't need to work here either?"
Pinocchio: "Uh... you still need to worry about them."
Wine Cup: "???"
Pinocchio explained helplessly, "Weekly quotas concern not only you, but also the entire upstream and downstream chain of the Shaping Workshop. Once our quotas here decrease, the aging process at the downstream Dream Brew Cellar will be affected. If something goes wrong with the aging, the Time Flavor in the chocolate will diminish. And once the 'Time Flavor' here declines, the cultivation of raw materials at the most upstream link, the 'Pod Sanctuary,' will also sprout more slowly because the power of time has weakened."
Simply put, tug one hair and the whole body moved.
"So don't look at the weekly quotas as overly harsh. They are actually the minimum workload currently needed to keep the factory's five major areas operating normally."
Wine Cup eyed the earnestly explaining Pinocchio