When Fu Qian pushed open the glass door, there was less than a minute left before half past nine.
And almost at the same time, everyone in the high-end office looked over.
However, judging from the facial expressions, colleagues are already used to this behavior of not going to work on time.
"Today is ten seconds ahead of yesterday!"
Someone even shouted with a smile and a joking tone.
Fu Qian did not respond because he knew that the words were not addressed to him, but to the female colleague who came in with him.
It was obvious that the girl traveling with him received more attention than me.
At this time, the girl had taken off her mask, revealing her carefully decorated makeup. At first glance, she looked like a beauty.
Faced with the teasing, she just snorted from her nose and glanced in front of her intentionally or unintentionally.
The look in his eyes seemed to say, if it weren't for this guy, I would have arrived earlier.
After retracting his gaze, this man walked straight to a seat and sat down.
And from beginning to end, no one seemed to notice anything unusual about her.
Everyone in the room turned a blind eye to the blood marks on their necks.
But in fact, this person was still adjusting the angle of his head before entering the door.
What a harmonious company culture.
With emotion, Zhongfu kept walking and walked towards another empty workstation.
The first time he entered the door, he had already looked around.
The lights are bright and warm, clean and tidy white-collar men and women are sitting quietly in their seats, busying themselves, and the air is filled with the aroma of coffee.
Judging from hair color and facial features, people of all races have them.
No matter which angle you look at it, it looks like a big company with a lot of flair.
In this harmonious scene, there are just two empty workstations with fully equipped facilities.
Although based on the various low-calorie snacks at one of the workstations, I can vaguely make a judgment before paying.
But this female colleague who came to work early still clearly eliminated a wrong option for herself.
As for those empty independent rooms around the office?
From the reaction of everyone when entering the door, it can be judged that he is not a leader and most likely does not have the treatment of an independent office.
[The current task has been updated]
The moment I sat down, a reminder that the task was completed sounded.
Done!
Before paying, he raised his hand and looked at his watch. There were only a few seconds left.
3,2,1…
He did not put his hand down in a hurry, but counted down silently.
Almost at the end of the countdown, a thunder exploded.
Fu Qian's position happened to be close to the window. He looked out at the right time and found that it was already raining heavily outside the building.
This rain is very conscious, and it only rains on latecomers.
Before paying, he clucked his tongue.
Of course this is just a joke, but the rain is so punctual.
Especially when it was clearly daytime, everything outside seemed to be shrouded in misty gray, and the thunderstorm made the surroundings look like ghosts.
[Stick to your job until the police arrive]
At this time, a new task prompt came, which made Fu Qian thoughtful again.
Are the police coming? Because something happened here?
The girl in the same elevator does count as one, but it's really hard to imagine that the police can really take care of this kind of head-turning thing?
Fu Qian thought and looked around, and found that the office was still harmonious, not affected by the weather outside at all.
"Morning, it's rare to see you arrive so late!"
At this time, on the left side of Fuqian, a middle-aged man with a friendly face moved his feet, turned the chair under his butt, and greeted him very familiarly.
"You always show up at the company on time at nine o'clock. We all thought you took leave today."
What's strange is that although this person is obviously concerned, his expression is visibly gloomy and dull when he speaks.
In the end, the middle-aged man stared almost straight at Fu Qian, his expression indescribably distorted.
"I overslept."
Fu Qian didn't seem to notice anything strange at all, and looked at him with a smile.
"You can actually oversleep?"
Two seconds later, the middle-aged uncle seemed to have digested the information conveyed by Fu Qian. The strange look on his face disappeared instantly, and his expression suddenly became vivid.
At the same time, his tone sounded like he heard something exaggerated.
"Is it because of the wrong shipment? This is not like your style. Don't you always carry any worries to the next day?"
"What's more, it's not your responsibility in the first place. It's obviously his own fault."
The middle-aged uncle glanced at the glass partition next to him and lowered his voice.
"But you have to be careful."
"I heard that Sato is looking for a scapegoat. Be careful not to get involved by him."
Is there such a hidden secret? The meaning of sticking to one's post is not to let oneself have a career crisis, right?
Unfortunately, looking at this man’s demeanor just now, I’m afraid things may not be that simple.
Listening to the uncle's sincere warning, Fu Qian just nodded lightly.
"Thanks for reminding me, I understand."
"Come here for a moment."
At this moment, as if to confirm the middle-aged uncle's words, the glass door opposite was pushed open from the inside.
A huge figure immediately poked his head out and pointed forward with a serious expression.
This should be Sato who didn't run away.
He glanced at his colleague who had shrunk back, thought for a moment before paying, stood up and walked up.
"What's wrong with you? Why haven't you handed in this month's statistical report yet?"
The moment he walked in the door, the man shouted angrily.
"And you clearly knew that I would need it for a meeting later, but why did you arrive so late today?"
"That's naturally because I am a person who pursues inner peace and must ensure eight hours of sleep every day."
Facing the leader's criticism, Fu Qianqian said nonsense without expression.
There's no way around it. The character of a thirty-three-year-old office worker is so classic and weird that people can't help but want to take it in.
"What do you mean?"
At that moment, the strange expression of the middle-aged uncle appeared on Sato's face again.
And compared to the former, this one is even more fierce.
It even vaguely makes people feel that something else is staring at them under this human facial features and may wake up at any time.
"What I mean is that I have no interest in taking the blame for your mistakes, and I even refuse to waste any more energy explaining this to you."
Fu Qian looked directly at Sato's face and deliberately changed the topic to the information he had received from the uncle before.
"What did you say!"
After he finished speaking, Sato was stunned for a moment, then became furious as expected and slammed the table hard.
However, this was not the focus of Fu Qian's attention. He keenly noticed that the strange look on this man's face disappeared when he was angry.