The Logistics Department's Big Spender and the Schedule Ahead
When the warehouse door of the Logistics Department was pushed open from the outside, Linnai was standing on a stool, trying to stick a sign that read "Slacking off is glorious, working overtime is shameful" higher up.
The door hinges turn quite smoothly.
Then a figure crashed in.
Dania was like a pink cannonball; the moment Zhou Yu entered the room, she accurately nestled into his arms.
Dania:(っ*´∀`*)っ
"Zhou Yu!"
She buried her face in Zhou Yu's chest and took a deep sniff of his scent—a mixture of tea fragrance and sun-dried aroma, like a kitten that had just found catnip.
Zhou Yu was knocked back a step by the bump, and casually handed her the can of tea he had taken from the principal's office.
"Here, the spoils."
Linnai jumped off the stool, her eyes shining brightly.
Linnai:٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و
"How's it going? Did it work out? Did Principal Lupa get so angry at your overtime pay application that she almost vomited blood?"
Aimis also came closer, her face full of anticipation.
"Is there any compensation for emotional distress? We were fined for peeping, and we've suffered quite a bit of emotional trauma. Can we apply for some too?"
Chisaki pushed up her glasses; a real-time income and expenditure calculator was already set up on her tablet.
"Based on the Logistics Department's existing assets and expected bonus inflows, I've calculated that we can purchase a state-of-the-art molecular gastronomy machine to achieve industrial-scale mass production of strawberry cakes."
Zhou Yu waved her empty hand, enjoying the illusion of being the center of attention.
"Stay calm, this is standard procedure."
He cleared his throat, preparing to announce the good news of his promotion, raise, and the pinnacle of his life.
"Snap."
With a crisp crack, it was gone.
Sigelica appeared in front of the desk at some point.
She slammed a stack of papers on the table, so thick it could be used as a brick. The sound wasn't loud, but the entire warehouse fell silent instantly.
Sigelica: (ㅍ_ㅍ)
Zhou Yu.
"Yes, I'm here."
"Come here, let's reconcile the accounts."
Zhou Yu's smile froze on her face.
He looked at the stack of papers.
The top one is a "Debt Confirmation Letter Regarding Compensation for Damage to a Replica of the Aleph One," with a six-figure amount followed by a string of eye-catching red interest calculation formulas.
Scroll down to see the "Detailed Statement of Advance Payments for the Project to Empty the Claw Machines at Starlight Amusement Park".
Next, there's the "Agreement on Sharing the Costs of Barbecue Ingredients for the Slacking Squad's Team Building".
He meticulously recorded every expense, from escape rooms to amusement parks, from grilled sausages to soft drinks, down to the last two decimal places.
Zhou Yu's eye twitched.
"Um, Comrade Sigelica, we just won a great battle. Wouldn't it be a bit awkward to talk about money now?"
"No harm."
Sigelica pulled out another piece of paper from behind her back; it was an Excel spreadsheet she had drawn overnight with a ruler.
"This is the installment repayment plan, the best option, I've listed it all out for you."
Zhou Yu still wanted to struggle a bit more.
"Look at us, the Logistics Department is in dire need of rebuilding, and funds are tight..."
Before she could finish speaking, her clothes were gently tugged.
Dania had let go of his hand at some point, stood in front of him, tilted her little face up, and blinked her bright purple eyes.
"Xiao Yu."
"Um?"
"Pay back your debts, that's the rule you taught me."
Zhou Yu:(°Д°υ)
He felt betrayed.
He was stabbed in the back by his dearest girlfriend, the most accurate blow of all.
Linnai immediately stood next to Dania, speaking with righteous indignation.
"Dania's right! Brother Zhou, you can't make exceptions for yourself!"
Aimis clutched her chest, her face contorted with grief.
"Exactly! You even deducted the money I spent on tickets to support myself, how can you not pay back the money you owe Sigelica!"
A line of large text popped up on Chisaki's tablet.
[Based on credit model calculations, the host's current defaulting behavior will cause a 73.4% decrease in team trust.]
We are surrounded by enemies on all sides.
Looking at the "Debt Collection Squad" surrounding him, and then at the newly issued "Appointment Letter for Specially Appointed Safety Supervisor" on the table, Zhou Yu suddenly felt that the can of tea in his hand no longer smelled good.
He took a deep breath and pulled out the funding card that Lupa had just approved from his canvas bag.
"Go ahead and swipe."
Sigelica's eyes lit up immediately.
She picked up the card and swiped it skillfully on the portable terminal.
After typing in a string of numbers, the terminal beeped and printed out a long receipt.
Eighty percent of the funding is gone.
Sigelica held the receipt and examined it carefully three times to make sure every zero matched.
Then she did something that left everyone speechless.
Facing Zhou Yu, his knees buckled, and he immediately performed a perfect sliding knee.
Sigelica:(¬‿¬)
"The boss is so generous!"
She put away the receipt and pushed the "Installment Repayment Agreement" in front of Zhou Yu, along with a pen.
"Boss, this is the remaining balance. It's not much, just five figures. I've rounded it down for you."
"Considering your repayment burden, I've specially applied for a 24-month interest-free installment plan for you. Please sign here."
Zhou Yu watched as she looked like a "top salesperson," her hands trembling like leaves.
Zhou Yu:(ಥಥ)
When he signed his name at the end of the agreement, he felt like he was signing a contract to sell himself into servitude.
Sigelica took back the agreement with satisfaction, carefully blew the ink dry, and then dragged out a safe with a gleaming alloy finish from an inconspicuous iron cabinet in the far corner of the warehouse.
Password, fingerprint, iris scan.
She unlocked the three locks one by one and solemnly placed the stack of repayment agreements inside.
The safe had a label that read: Waterproof, Fireproof, Anti -Zhou Yu.
The atmosphere in the warehouse finally came alive again.
Zhou Yu slumped helplessly in his chair, a piece of candy stuffed into his mouth.
Strawberry flavored.
Dania crouched down beside him and asked softly.
Dania:(´• ω •` )
"Xiao Yu, do you dare ask me to treat you again next time?"
Zhou Yu chewed on the candy and mumbled, "I won't dare again, I'll never dare again."
College life has finally gotten back on track.
Or rather, it has entered the "pig farming" track that Zhou Yu planned.
With Zhou Yu's precise feeding and calorie calculations, Dania's face grew rounder and rounder. The sense of alienation caused by fate was completely dispelled by the heat of the sweet and sour pork ribs and roasted sweet potatoes.
It's late at night.
Zhou Yu sat at his workbench disassembling a malfunctioning patrol robot, while Dania moved a small stool to sit next to him, flipping through a book titled "Solaris Food Guide".
"Zhou Yu, look at this, it's hot pot from Zhongzhou, it looks delicious."
"Okay, I've noted it down."
Zhou Yu didn't even look up. He took out a blank sticky note from the toolbox next to him, wrote "Zhongzhou Hot Pot Schedule" on it, and stuck it on the huge "Dania Feeding Plan" on the wall.
"And this, seafood barbecue from Gloryfire Military Port."
"Let's talk about it next time we have our annual leave."
"And this..."
He listened to her rambling on and on, while his hands tightened the wrench steadily and accurately.
The screen of the old-fashioned digital watch on his wrist suddenly flickered, and a string of garbled characters appeared, interspersed with the words "Aleph One".
Zhou Yu sneered and, as if swatting a fly, casually added another logical lock to the robot's firewall code.
Dania leaned closer, looking at the screen with curiosity.
Who is it?
"Harassing phone calls."
Zhou Yu tightened the last screw.
"Those insurance salespeople who say if you don't buy, you'll be struck by lightning."
Dania nodded as if she understood, then buried herself in the food guide again.
She closed the book, looked up at Zhou Yu, her eyes sparkling in the dim warehouse light.
What should we eat tomorrow?
Zhou Yu pushed the repaired robot aside and dusted off his hands.
"Let's have a good meal."
He stood up, stretched, and his gaze fell on the schedule on the wall, then moved beyond the schedule, as if he could see the never-ending battlefield of the Lahai-Roi Defense Line.
"And while we're at it, let's think about how to extend our Logistics Department's paid leave system to the entire Lahai-Roi."
He smiled, his voice soft but firm.
"We can't be the only ones on holiday; the people over there have to owe me a hot pot meal too."
In the corner of the warehouse, Sigelica's alloy safe sat quietly. The stack of installment payment agreements inside seemed to be slowly appreciating in value over time.