The Pleasure Point Etched Into DNA
Although the sound was quite loud, his colleagues in the room only turned their heads slightly to glance at him before turning their attention back to their computers.
Alfred didn't seem to care. While chatting idly with the audience's banter and comments, he walked to the only independent desk at the end of a row of desks, looked at the "Design Department Manager" sign, and pulled out his employment documents.
The manager, whose hairline was so high it reached the back of his head, wanted to deflate Alfred's arrogance by giving him the cold shoulder. Before Alfred could speak, he gestured and called out:
"Jon, have you finished revising the project I asked you to yesterday?"
"Boss, almost there!"
"Why is it still a little short?"
"The client called again this morning to change their requirements..."
Listening to the two of them chatting loudly across several tables, Alfred completely disapproved of their behavior. Under the live stream camera's lens, he calmly slapped the documents onto his desk, then turned around, found a corner desk, sat down, turned on his computer, opened a drawing software, created a new folder, and then took out his personal terminal to go online.
The stealth drone immediately gave a close-up of the manager who was shouting, and his distorted, flushed face almost instantly ignited the emotions of the workers.
[Damn, this streamer is amazing!]
[Mao! If I were a rich kid, I'd be awesome too!]
[Regardless of their background, this attitude of showing no mercy is truly satisfying!]
[Yeah, why don't we have the streamer come work for our company? I want to see our manager's expression too!]
"That new guy!" A suppressed anger came from the manager's mouth. Alfred, with an innocent expression that seemed to say, "Is it finally my turn?", stood up and said:
"Manager, are you done with your work?"
"Who let you sit here?" The balding manager's voice trembled slightly, but Alfred replied matter-of-factly:
Weren't you busy just now?
"Boss, you're so busy, can't you wait a moment?" Alfred's bald head was starting to turn red, and he immediately nodded.
"Yes, that's right. I just found a place where I wouldn't bother anyone while I wait for you."
"Huff, huff..." Heavy breathing escaped from the manager's nostrils. Alfred had already vaguely sensed the other party's Killing intent, but he was not afraid at all. While chatting in the Live Broadcast Room, he spoke like a proper new employee:
"By the way, manager, you haven't assigned me any work yet. Should I work on someone else's project first, or should I be given a project to work on independently?"
"..." The manager was about to say something, but he swallowed it back and thought for a moment before saying:
"Jon's order is almost finished, but the client has given some new requirements today, so you can take over."
"Alright!" Alfred, seemingly oblivious to the trap inside, nodded and immediately turned to the middle-aged man with the salaryman-like face who had just been called up by the manager, saying:
"Brother Qiao, right? What are the requirements for our new project?"
Jon seemed like an honest and upright person. Hearing Alfred's question, he clearly wanted to offer some advice, but seeing the manager's glance from behind, he still said:
"Um, my surname isn't Qiao... Anyway, the client asked us to design a packaging advertisement. We've already revised it more than twenty times and it was almost finalized when this morning they suddenly said that their brand ambassador has changed, and they want us to change the original 'youth' theme to 'dynamic,' and then add some dynamic elements."
"Oh, then please make copies of the previous design drafts and the client's requirements, along with the client's contact information," Feng Xue said immediately. The manager beside her added:
"This order has been in the works for four days already. Although the new requirements only came in today, we can only calculate it based on the cycle of one order. I can only give you a maximum of two days."
[What kind of death trap is this?!]
[This manager is terrible!]
[Be careful, streamer! Changing the theme is basically like starting from scratch; it definitely won't be finished in two days!]
[Let alone starting from scratch, to create packaging advertising, you first need to understand the packaging and the target audience, which takes a day or two. Although the previous person definitely did it, whether it's really done is another matter. First of all, if the spokesperson changes, the packaging might have to be changed too!]
[The streamer is loaded; she's just here to have fun. Why should you poor bastards worry about her?]
[Should the ad design be kept secret? And should the streamer end the broadcast?]
"Understood." Alfred glanced at the live stream screen, nodded imperceptibly, and then adjusted the drone, saying:
"Secrecy is not a problem, we just need to adjust the camera angle. However, the work itself isn't very interesting, so we'll just have the drone film the various scenes in the office. Unless something interesting happens, we'll continue with the antics at 5 PM today. We'll also show you the local specialties of this Lawless Zone. If you're interested, please follow us!"
As Alfred spoke, he took the drone into the air, observing everything inside the Design Department from above. Then he opened the file Jon had sent him and began to review the design drafts.
He wasn't worried about advertising design. After all, his [Seven-Orifice Exquisite Heart] ability allowed him to quickly learn any conventional technique that met the learning requirements. Although he couldn't be said to have reached the pinnacle, it was more than enough for working in an ordinary company.
It's worth mentioning that the atmosphere in this office is quite interesting. Although they are mostly Fake Human and assimilated ghosts, their behavior and logic are no different from ordinary people. Although they all seem to be sitting at their desks staring at their computers, a closer look reveals that only a very small number of them are actually doing work.
Given this situation, one could generally guess the gist of it, but this newcomer did not choose to follow the crowd. Instead, he seriously began to learn about the product he was to be responsible for.
Well, it's just a very common canned beverage. The brand is relatively unknown, so it's probably not from a major manufacturer.
Seeing Feng Xue working so diligently, many people in the office chuckled to themselves, and time slowly passed by, second by second...
...5 PM...
[It's 5 o'clock, when are you going to do something fun, streamer?!]
As the number of comments in the Live Broadcast Room increased again, Alfred stretched and yawned. Judging from the slowly growing number of viewers, this Live Broadcast Room had indeed aroused the curiosity of quite a few people.
After all, the idea of pretending to be weak while actually being strong is a popular trope, and the thrill of showing off and getting slapped in the face is an inherently satisfying trait in human DNA. Even without much buildup, just the thought of the target being slapped having Tag like "leader," "boss," or "manager" immediately excites these office workers.
Alfred didn't hesitate either. He glanced at the wall clock, immediately archived and backed up his work for the day, then sent a copy to the client. While doing so, he used his main account to send himself over a dozen large-amount lottery rewards to attract traffic, and then stood up, pretending to pack his things.
"Paradox, where are you going?" the manager's somewhat sinister voice came from behind. Feng Xue, carrying her bag as if it were perfectly normal, replied:
"I'm off work now, I'm going home."
Unbelievable! There are always some random Toms and Dogs who come out of nowhere teaching authors how to write books. Okay, don't blame the author for using such language, it's just that these people are really arrogant, constantly saying that authors don't want to make money, constantly saying that authors avoid all ways to make money.
They say I should collect the corpses, become stronger, level up, and get a new map, and according to this world's lore, I could get some minor rare items, but I'm only at 20,000 average points!
Even at 20,000, you've already avoided all the money-making opportunities. What kind of "little gem" is this? What kind of toad could yawn like that? Before spouting nonsense, didn't you even glance at the awards your work has received?
All you ever talk about is making money, have you ever even seen money? While it's understandable in the literary world to eat shit to make a living, I've finally managed to earn money standing up, and now you want me to kneel down and eat shit? What kind of nonsense is this?
If you're a master, please post your work so I can see what a high-quality, profitable piece looks like and just how much it can earn. Administrator, please don't delete it yet; I'll pin it to the top, just to keep you company.
P. S.: For those who don't know, in this industry, writing formulaic stories that you don't like but can make money from is called "eating shit." The most typical example is those studio-written copycat stories. Some authors themselves feel like vomiting when they read them, but they have no choice but to write them to make a living.
Honestly, I don't dislike writers who write formulaic stories. After all, it's for a living, and as long as it's not a studio's assembly line, I don't think it's a big deal. There are good and bad formulaic stories, and readers also need a process from novice to expert.
But those who think they're top critics after reading a couple of formulaic books and go around teaching others how to write books are as disgusting as trying to stuff a pile of turd and gold bars into other people's mouths.