boyutpedia Chapter 157 Business trip
Chapter 157 Business trip
"Hey, on a business trip?" I stood in front of my boss's desk and pointed at myself in surprise, "Me?"
I was so scared. I thought he called me to his office to fire me, or at least give me a scolding.
As a result, he didn't mention anything about the bald head and wig, and still talked about work.
"Yes," he said kindly, "it will take four days in total."
"The location is ......."
"In Kyoto."
Kyoto... is about 300 kilometers away from here. The last time I went there was when I was ten years old.
Well...it can be considered as a revisit to an old place.
"Don't worry, you will be paid overtime for these four days. We have booked you a five-star Hilton Hotel. Transportation, food and lodging, and all other necessary expenses will be paid for by the company."
"During these four days, only two days will be used for work, and the rest of the free time is at your disposal."
Wow, is this really such a good treatment?
It seems that I can't always look at others with old-fashioned eyes. Among bosses and superiors, there are occasionally some people who still have a conscience...
"Are you really going to assign such a good task to me?" I asked cautiously, "Why not give it to other colleagues?"
The boss swallowed his saliva and said, "The main thing is that this task can only be done by you."
"Only I can do it?"
"Yes." He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Everyone voted unanimously that your aura is the most suitable for the negotiation."
"Aura?" I was stunned and asked doubtfully, "Is it my aura of calmness, seriousness, intelligence and fearlessness of power?"
“Uh hehe…” He strategically picked up the thermos and took a sip, then said subtly, “You think highly of yourself.”
"The main reason," he explained, "is that our partners over there look down on our company. I heard that they not only have ties to the Yakuza, but are also tall and mighty, with immense strength and power. They can crush people to death with just a flick of their fingers."
As he spoke, he raised the thermos and placed it in front of me.
"And here we have someone who can crush a thermos with his bare hands, climb up to the second floor in three steps within one second, and pick up an object weighing more than 50 kilograms. I can't find another person like him in the whole company, no, I can't find another one in the whole of Tokyo!"
I:"........."
Being able to crush someone to death with just the movement of your fingers, doesn't this go beyond the scope of physics?
What an outrageous rumor.
It turns out that there must be something wrong when things are abnormal. I was wondering why such a popular thing fell from the sky out of nowhere.
It turns out that it’s ginger that looks like shredded potatoes but is actually spicy and unpalatable!
Am I wrong? I still can't expect anything more from a humanoid creature like my boss than a paramecium.
"I refuse..." Before I could finish these three words, I saw him holding the thermos cup in both hands and looking at me humbly, "Please, Suzuki-san, those people are really scary!"
"The year before last, Mitsui's suit was torn. He ran back crying and shouting, 'The Devil!' He resigned three days later!"
He trembled, "Only a human as strong as you can subdue that kind of person!"
.......Is it that scary........
And am I already more vicious than that kind of person?
I pulled the corner of my mouth and said, "The salary is calculated as double the overtime salary."
"Deal." He agreed hastily, "As long as you're willing to go, everything can be discussed."
*
"So you agreed to go on a business trip to Kyoto?"
Sitting in a booth in a pub, my friend asked as he counted the developed photos.
"Yeah." I sighed, "They say that only a workplace elite like me who is tall, mighty, powerful, and tough can be competent for such a job."
“Hahahaha…” She burst out laughing, “Are you sure this is used to describe elites and not gorillas?”
"When are you going? Remember to bring me some souvenirs."
"Next month, they said they would wait until after Christmas to go." I said, "It seems that at least we can have a peaceful Christmas."
"Ah!" My friend suddenly cried out in frustration, "Why is my face so blurry in every photo?"
I reached out and picked up a photo.
She stood next to me wearing a neat suit and gold-rimmed glasses. Her fair face had a forced mature expression, which was not consistent with her baby face at all.
"Ah." I sighed, "I say, you should cosplay as Nakadashi or Ranpo next time, Cheng Nan is not suitable for you."
"Tsk." She snorted disdainfully, "Who made me stop growing when I was 19? Otherwise, I would be meters tall now. How come I'm shorter than you?"
"My dear lady," I complained, "need I remind you that you didn't grow taller for three consecutive years before you turned 19?"
"Accept it. Sixty feet is your destiny."
All I got was a roll of the eyes.
"By the way, did you receive the invitation?" she said, "The invitation to the large-scale Christmas cosplay competition."
I asked, "What?"
"It was the comic convention we went to last time. They sent invitations to everyone, including amateur cosplayers, saying that they could participate in the cosplay competition."
"Just being shortlisted will earn you a prize of 100,000 yuan. Let's go and participate!"
"No."
"Eh? Are you rejecting me so decisively?"
"I'm tired." I glanced at her lazily, "It's a waste of energy to go to such a large-scale competition."
.......I don’t know why, but ever since I came back from the last comic convention, I’ve had an inexplicable sense of weariness towards these things.
It's like I subconsciously want to block these things out.
"......"
"Actually... I was just about to ask, Lily, what are you doing with your hands?"
"Huh? What?" I lowered my head and saw that my right thumb had been rubbing my wrist unconsciously.
The skin was rubbed red.
"Look." She raised my hand and said, "You haven't stopped since just now. What's wrong? Is there something dirty on your hands? You keep rubbing and rubbing, and you're almost scratching the skin."
“........” I withdrew my arm silently.
I have to say, I don't know what I'm doing.
I've been doing some meaningless things recently.
Instead of going out for breakfast early in the morning, I fry toast by myself at home.
When I came to my senses, I had already fried four servings. In the end, I couldn’t eat any more and had to put them in the refrigerator.
When I was getting off work, I met some elementary school students who had just finished school in the subway station. I kept following them with my eyes and was almost mistaken for a perverted aunt.
Every time I pass by a liquor store, I can't help but go in and buy a bottle of osmanthus wine, but I always hoard it in the storage room and never take out a bottle to drink.
The conch and slime key chains that appeared out of nowhere in the house have been put into a box and locked up.
The reason is that I can't help but cry when I see it.
The strangest thing was that I actually started to feel unhappy with my left hand and had the urge to cut it off.
Yes, in this world you can even see people abusing their left hand.
"Just think of it as me itching to do something," I said.
"In short, you must go to this competition."
She didn't dwell on my behavior, and her focus was still on persuading me to go to the competition. "If you don't go out on Christmas, you'll just stay at home and become a stay-at-home, with your schedule turned upside down."
"No."
I said with little interest, "They are all professionals participating in the competition. If we two amateurs go there, won't we be humiliated?"
"Suzuki Yuri." She patted my back vigorously and shouted, "How can you be so pessimistic!"
"Our love for the characters is no less than any of theirs!"
"Shh... Could you please keep your voice down a bit?"
How come she enjoys embarrassing people in public just like Gojo Satoru?
I looked around guiltily. People were drinking and eating, and no one even cast a glance at me.
Fortunately, this is a relatively immature country, and everyone is no longer surprised by 2D idiots.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
"You are no different from someone shouting in the street that he is a fool." I took a sip of wine and said speechlessly.
"Oh, go ahead." She clenched her hands in front of her cheeks and pleaded with her lips puffed out, "Please, please."
Me: “…Don’t act cute like Klee.”
*
In the end, I succeeded by persisting.
"So which character are you going to cosplay?" She asked me in the clothing store while comparing a black top hat and a brown beret in confusion.
“Christmas…” I looked up at the ceiling and thought, “Which character should I cosplay as for Christmas…”
"For Christmas, the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons? How about the Monkey King?"
“I’ve already cosplayed it during Halloween.”
The five-stripe robe was kept intact in the wardrobe I bought specially for this purpose, together with Fushiguro Shinobu's training clothes.
But I never opened it again.
"Then...Gojo Satoru is fine." I turned around and looked at a pair of pale blue contact lenses on the shelf.
"Look, it's exactly the same color as his eyes."
*
World integration degree 50%
(Fushiguro chapter ends)