"Elizabeth's Q-level program really chose redemption?"
"Yes, I called her and asked her what kind of salvation it is."
In a mountaintop villa in the Acropolis Mountains, the water in the swimming pool is very clear. Sophia is lying on a sun lounger by the pool, wearing a colorful bikini, enjoying the warmth brought by the sun.
She drank fresh juice leisurely while talking to the video phone installed in the marble pillar next to her.
In the swimming pool, several pet dogs were swimming happily.
"I think Elizabeth is still determined to give up." Sophia said leisurely, "She came back probably to stir up trouble from within. We don't care how Seth treats her, but it's better for our club to guard against her."
"It's a pity that an overdrive driver has become a disabled person." A male voice came from the video phone.
"It's not the first one. No matter how good your background is, there will always be some crazy people." Sophia rolled her eyes, "You feel sorry for Elizabeth's body, right? Find an actor to wear a happy doll body, and then play her,
It’ll make you feel good enough.”
"Sophie, you no longer need to be jealous of her. Being jealous of a specially disabled person will make you a mentally retarded person."
"I don't want to listen to you lecture me. I've finished my work, where is the brain slave you promised me?"
"I've picked one for you. It's a descendant of an extraordinary person from a different sect. He's very diligent and has good computing power. You'll be satisfied."
Hearing this, Sophia looked at the pet dogs swimming in the pond, biting her straw and smiled.
"Then I'll try your Santo people to see if their performance is that powerful."
…
At seven o'clock in the morning, the Santo Securities sales office located in the center of Jianggu District became busy.
The hall was noisy, with retail investors talking about yesterday's stock market situation, today's news, and possible market trends.
In the office of the sales department, the employees who came to work on time also started to be busy, with meetings at eight o'clock and the market opening at nine o'clock.
"Where is today's "Streamer Industry News"? Why can't I find it?"
"Ah, Section Chief...I'm sorry! I'll go find one for you right away."
"Quick, quick, quick!"
Kazuya really wanted to curse, so he waved his hand to drive this panicked new member to act quickly. This new member, how could such an important newspaper as "Streamer Industry News" be missed?
He scratched his head and looked around the small office that was divided into desks. A dozen men were crowded and busy.
This branch recruits more than 300 new sales people every year, but half of them can only work for one year. After three years, 90% of them can't stand it. Their dreams are shattered and they leave. It is different from the central area, garden area and other places.
Farewell forever.
After Kazuya graduated from Etani University, he joined the securities sales department of Santo Corporation.
Members are divided into seven levels, followed by deputy section chiefs, section chiefs, deputy counselors, second-level deputy counselors, and the counselors are department heads.
It took him ten years to go from being a first-level club member to being the section leader and being able to lead this section.
Ten years of merit are nothing. He was able to become a section chief so quickly, rising to a higher level almost every year, all because of his performance.
When he is a member, his performance every day ranks first;
When he was the section chief, his department performance ranked first every day.
Stock trading, bonds, funds, futures, various financial products...
Most of the company's employees can't remember everything, and they can hardly understand the sales targets allocated by the head office; but he always remembers them clearly, and always exceeds the targets allocated by the divisions, exceeds, exceeds.
"Section Chief, here we come, "Streamer Industry News"."
The newcomer came back quite quickly, sweating profusely, and handed him a newspaper that still smelled of ink.
As soon as Kazuya took the newspaper, he flipped through it and sat down in his section chair. There was a Santo computer on the desk. He would also browse news information online, but for now, it was these newspapers.
More information.
And over the years, he has learned how to read newspaper news.
Although the New World Bank is said to be integrated, every large company is competing with each other. Even within Santo Corporation, sometimes this club competes with that club, and everyone is always in the same arena.
The humble nature of capital, Kazuya always says, once it falls behind, it will become a loser and be thrown out.
"Search, it's almost eight o'clock!"
Kazuya read the newspaper and took notes. He didn't finish a cup of coffee. Time flew by and it was time to have a meeting.
He had no choice but to get up, call a dozen people from the upper department and hurried out of the office.
Everyone walked through the crowded corridor and arrived at the large conference room.
Today they arrived a little late. Department Chief Maeda, Deputy Chief Okawa and people from other classes were all here, almost all of them men. As soon as they sat down, the meeting started immediately.
“The new instruction from the headquarters is to work hard to sell the ‘Chengzhai District Repurchase and Renovation Fund’ and attract more high-end customers to buy it, the better.”
Department Head Maeda conveyed the new tasks of the head office, and then announced the performance tasks of each section and each member, as well as the performance status of the previous day. As expected, the section led by Kazuya ranked first
One person.
At the end of the meeting, Department Chief Maeda shouted as he did every day:
"Keep moving towards your goal!"
"Hi!" Everyone stood up, bowed, and responded loudly.
Kazuya responded almost loudest, just like in the past ten years.
Go on, Kazuya, sooner or later the person who takes the lead will be you.
Don't listen to those street rats who say there is no future here. It's those people who don't work hard and are stupid. They just complain all day long.
You are different, you are a college student, you are an elite, and you are the section chief.
As long as you continue to work hard like this and accumulate years of merit, you will become a deputy counselor and then a department head.
You will enter the headquarters in the central area, reach the bustling center, and let your children go to the best schools...
You and your wife will wear beautiful formal clothes, walk to the party venues of those high-end hotels, socialize with those highly knowledgeable and capable upper-class people, drink red wine, and talk about art...
Streamer City is a land of dreams, and you will realize your streamer dream.
Kazuya returned to the small office with this mood and led his subordinates to continue studying various news and information.
As soon as the time arrived at nine o'clock, the stock market opened, and it suddenly felt like a war. The shouts of "buy!" and "sell" kept coming from the business hall downstairs. Everyone in the office was on the phone, operating computers, and helping customers trade.
, lobby for client transactions...
This group is noisy and busy, making people breathless.
During the market break at noon, everyone just had a quick lunch in the office, which was just one meal.
The fighting continued from one to three o'clock in the afternoon, and at three o'clock, the trading hours of the Liuguang Stock Exchange ended.
Their work is not over yet. There are still various bonds and financial products to work on, especially the Chengzhai District Repurchase and Renovation Fund that the head office has just handed over.
It's a huge financial plan that's very attractive, but people are hesitant to invest in it.
Because the Chengzhai District is a hard nut, those Chengzhai people will not easily agree to Santo's buyback.
What Kazuya and the others are trying to do is to get people from all walks of life in the city, especially those in the walled areas, to spend as much money as possible and come together to support the repurchase and transformation.
But sales are not only done in the office, but also have to go out. After the market is closed, most of the people in the department go out to solicit customers.
Kazuya used to run around the city, but after becoming the section chief, he was responsible for overall planning.
At this time, the phone on the desk rang. Kazuya picked up the receiver and said, "Hello...department chief? Hi!"
Several club members around looked at each other in confusion. Who was the section chief that the department head was looking for? They saw the section chief's face change, but they were quite surprised. They were so excited that they lost a bit of their usual poise, and even felt confused.
"Hi, I understand...thank you, department head!"
Kazuya put down the microphone with trembling hands, looked at the curious students, and said as calmly as possible:
"The department head told me that a big shot from above wants to meet me and asked me to go to the Wanfu Hotel in the central district tomorrow."
Everyone was stunned, and then cheered, "Section Chief, you did it!" "That's great!" "Section Chief, you are going to the headquarters!"
"It's too early to say this!" Kazuya said seriously, not wanting to be overly publicized by them, "Let's all get to work first."
This news inspired each of them to be motivated. The section chief is going to make a difference. He is only in his thirties and is still so young!
They were really happy for the section chief. Their company implemented a "7-11" work system, with only a few days off a year. They usually worked seven days a week, from 7 a.m. to 11 p.m.
After many years of seeing each other for a long time, especially the old members, they all have a special brotherly feeling towards each other.
This is a feeling that belongs to men. They understand each other better than even their family members can.
At six o'clock in the evening, most of the salespeople who had gone out came back, and only a few were able to continue socializing in the evening.
On this night, Kazuya and the others were busy again until eleven o'clock before getting off work.
A group of middle-aged or young men dragged their exhausted bodies out of the company and walked arm-in-arm on the neon-lit rainy night streets of Jianggu District, happily humming songs of male ambition.
Then, they walked into a popular izakaya on the street, chatted and laughed, drank a few drinks and ate supper.
It was almost twelve o'clock, and several people were going to their usual custom shop. I heard that several new girls had arrived.
But Kazuya didn't go. He was no longer in his twenties, and he no longer had the physical strength he had at that time. He couldn't stay up all night and work hard for a day. He was tired, he had an important meeting tomorrow, and he had a wife and children at home.
After saying goodbye to the students, Kazuya braved the night rain, carried his briefcase, and hurriedly caught the tram home.
When he got home, it was almost one o'clock in the morning.
Ten years of hard work allowed him to provide a relatively spacious small apartment with two bedrooms and one living room. This was Jianggu District, and every inch of land was at a premium.
"I'm back..." Kazuya said softly while taking off his shoes on the porch, but no one responded to him.
Both my wife and my almost five-year-old son have gone to bed. This has been the case for almost the past six years since their marriage. He goes to and from get off work, goes to and from get off work... and the time he can spend with his family may not even add up to one day.
Kazuya breathed a tired breath, walked through the small living room, and put down his briefcase on the sofa.
While loosening his tie, he walked towards the master bedroom. Sure enough, he saw that his wife was already fast asleep on the bed. He opened the closet to find a set of clothes to change into before going to bed, but when he opened the closet, he was startled.
"Shuzi..." Kazuya murmured, there were rows of new clothes in the wardrobe, and the price of each piece would not be low.
He looked at his sleeping wife over there and patted his forehead helplessly.
With his salary, this is a very hard burden...
It’s just that he knows that Shuzi also has her own pressure. While she has to take care of her children, she also has to participate in the company’s social circle of wives. If she is embarrassed, he will be embarrassed... and he will be valued only when she is beautiful.
Shuzi is his college classmate, and he knows who she is.
But I promised to buy a video phone this year, so when can I buy it...
"Yes, I will buy it soon." Kazuya encouraged himself again, he had been appreciated by the headquarters.
Tomorrow, maybe just tomorrow, he will get a new appointment to be transferred to the headquarters!
…
The lobby of the Wanfu Hotel is spacious and bright, and the high circular dome makes it feel like a grand theater.
Kazuya was wearing a straightly ironed black formal suit today, his black leather shoes were shiny, and the gold buttons on the brand new black briefcase he was carrying were also shiny. He was clean shaven and his hair was combed with hairspray.
He is quite tall and has a mature and energetic face.
This is the first time in five years that he has not gone to work. He even went to work on the day his child was born. The last time he did not go to work was because he fell ill.
He walks here like this without any violation.
The chairs in the lobby are full of technological design, and the sofas are filled with high-end guests, ladies in printed kimonos, artists and celebrities in avant-garde costumes.
They are decorated in different ways, and their hair is dyed in various colorful colors, which only makes people feel fashionable.
They talked and laughed happily, but it didn't seem noisy. It just made people feel that the place was full of vitality.
Kazuya walked steadily, and was led by an assistant who had been waiting for him to take the elevator to a VIP reception room on the upper floor.
"You're here, please sit down. I heard that you have a strong working ability, a diligent and smart mind."
There was only a young woman in her early twenties in the luxurious reception room. On the way just now, the assistant told him that this was Sophia Amick, the daughter of the Gasboy Group.
"Ms. Amick, you are overly complimentary." Kazuya said modestly and sat down on a small sofa in the middle of the living room.
The situation in front of him was completely unexpected, and the preparations made last night seemed to be of no use...
How could it be Miss Amick?
She had beautiful, fluffy blond hair and was wearing a hollow silver dress. She had such a noble temperament that he didn't dare to look at her too much.
"I hope you won't disappoint me."
Sophia walked from the floor-to-ceiling panoramic window to the small sofa, put down the glass of red wine she had just drank on the bar, and while looking at Kazuya's obviously confused face, she slowly walked around to the back of the small sofa and stood behind Kazuya.
"I heard that you also have extraordinary talents. Let me see if that's the case."
Sophia suddenly raised her hands and pressed Kazuya's head. With a sudden movement, her two palms released countless twisted blood threads, which quickly penetrated Kazuya's scalp from between his black hair.
The blood thread penetrates directly into the brain and connects the cortical nerves.
"Miss Amick..."
Before Kazuya could say a word of surprise, his facial muscles twitched violently in sudden fear, and the briefcase in his hand suddenly fell to the bright marble floor.
His eyes were wide open, and he felt that his mind was filled with all kinds of thoughts, constantly twisting and deforming...
Blood Eater Occupational System, J-Level Program: Brain Slave Energy Concentration
Sophia's eyes also narrowed slightly, establishing a long-term connection with this brain slave in the spiritual network.
Brain slaves gather energy, and blood-eaters can obtain a steady stream of offerings from them by cultivating a controllable number of brain slaves.
The brain slave's brain is constantly running, constantly generating computing power, continuously improving the host's program 24 hours a day, and giving the host better and faster mental recovery, personality recovery, etc.
Brain slaves are consumables, just like a memory or a graphics card.
After using it for a period of time, the computing power will slowly decrease. When the consumption reaches the end, the brain slave will die suddenly.
But no matter how the brain slave is, whether he is alive or dead, attacked or crazy, it will not affect the host in the slightest.
The host can also change brain slaves at any time, and as the level increases, the number of brain slaves that can be controlled will increase. And more brain power will improve the host faster. This is a good cycle.
"Not bad, it's really good..."
Just when Kazuya let out a muffled scream and the veins on his face were about to burst, Sophia suddenly smiled.
This Santo Securities clerk is really good. His head should be fine for a year and a half.
Counting this new one, she now has five brain slaves, and they can quickly become three-programmers just by relying on their concentrated energy.
In contrast, Elizabeth has really become a disabled person, a hero profession? Redemption?
You still have to spend time and effort, and have others appreciate you, in order to gain other people's energy?
Compared to Brain Slave Energy, Redemption is simply a garbage program.
Moreover, Redemption is Q level, and Brain Slave Energy is only J level.
Sophia's Q-level program "brain sucking" has not been used yet.
So what about overdrive? Compared to bloodeaters, heroes are simply a rubbish profession.
…
The night rain once again fell in Jianggu District, and it was drenching intermittently. The old lamps in the corridor of the apartment gave off a faint light.
"Husband, you are back!"
Today was also a stressful day for Shuzi. She did not go out and stayed at home.
She knew in the morning that her husband was called to the central area for a meeting by the higher-ups. She didn't know how many wives called her throughout the day, gossiping and congratulating her. They all said that Kazuya would either be transferred to the headquarters or promoted to deputy counselor.
But my husband seems to have come back a little early, not even eight o'clock in the evening...
Kazuya took off his leather shoes and put down his briefcase, his face expressionless, and his appearance seemed to be different.
Shuzi frowned slightly, is things not going well? What's going on...
"You bought too many clothes." Kazuya said stiffly, clearly speaking, but like a walking corpse, "We can't afford it."
"I'm sorry..." Shuzi immediately responded in a low voice.
"Dad!" At this time, Shota rushed out from the living room and said happily: "You got off work so early today?"
Children don't know that leaving get off work early today is probably a bad thing.
Although we don’t get along much with each other, He is very enthusiastic when getting along with his children, and he never loses his temper, good or bad.
However, now, Kazuya walked straight past with tired steps, without even looking at his son, and just murmured:
"Study hard, work hard, move toward your goals, and keep moving forward."
Shuzi had no choice but to pull Jiang Tai into her arms and whispered: "Your father is too tired from work, let him rest for a while."
It seems that there is no hope for transfer or promotion.
"Oh." Shota seemed to understand, "Mom, when are we going to go to grandpa's place to play? I want to eat his croquettes."
"In a few days, when your father is free..."
Shuzi's voice became softer, and she felt heartbroken when she saw her husband turning around and walking into the living room.
Things were not going well, and she didn't want to make her husband angry again. He actually didn't like going back to the Kabukicho area.
He, Kazuya Kitano, is not Yakuza, but a college student, an office worker, a middle-class person, and is Section Chief Kitano.