Warhammer 30k and the Great Tomb of Nazarick

Chapter 142 Suzuki Satoru
At 6:50, Suzuki returned to his company.

This is a very tall building with about two hundred floors, and his office is on the 78th floor.

The building's elevator charges ordinary employees like them, and although the amount is not much, it adds up to a considerable expense over time.

Of course, they can choose not to use it. The company has fully taken their freedom into consideration in this regard. They will be deducted money for being late, and the office areas for ordinary employees are all above the 50th floor.

After squeezing himself into the small workstation, Suzuki Satoru began his day's work.

The time is now 7:30 in the morning, and he will work until 9:00 in the evening before he can go home from get off work.

As for what Suzuki Satoru actually does, he himself doesn't know. Since he came to this shabby company, he has never seen what company leaders above the level of manager in charge look like. His job is to handle the things he needs to do every day as required. As for more complicated things, he can't understand them. After all, he is just a social animal with only an elementary school education.

But there are smart people in the company. According to a particularly smart colleague, they are doing something called cyber brick-moving. Suzuki Satoru didn't understand. The colleague didn't explain it either.

Not long after, this colleague was taken away for violating company laws. He never appeared again after that, and it is not known whether he has anything to do with this incident.

Suzuki Satoru didn't care about these. For him, he just needed to do his current job well and wait to receive the meager salary.

Even so, he has already lived better than many people. This is the life his parents hoped for, and it is also the life his illiterate son hopes for him to live with all his might.

Although they are called company dogs, there are many people who want to be a dog but cannot do so.

So be it, it's good too. Maybe later I will find a wife, have a child, and then support the child's education like my own parents did.

Although tuition fees are very, very expensive now, I am a company employee after all, and my children will at least be able to go to middle school in the future and have the same academic qualifications as my partner Heiluohei Luosang in the game.

By then, you will be a little intellectual and can do some easier work that pays more.

It will be fine then.

As his health improved, Suzuki Satoru could not help but have more optimistic expectations for the future.

Moreover, after the YGGDRASIL game, which had absorbed all of Suzuki Satoru's salary in the past few years, was shut down, Suzuki Satoru did not find any other games that could arouse his desire to spend money, although there are always other places for people to spend money in this city.

But Suzuki Satoru finally had some savings, so overall, his life was much better now than before.

As his health improved, Suzuki Satoru could feel that his mind was becoming clearer and his work efficiency was increasing. What used to take a day to finish could now be done in an hour.

Of course, Suzuki Satoru specifically controlled his work efficiency so that he could complete the work at about the same speed as usual. According to Suzuki Satoru's many years of experience, the company will never let you take a break or give you a raise just because you are efficient at work.

They will only raise the standards for your next assessment and assign you more work. In this case, you might as well just fish for a while longer.

Two hours passed in a flash, and just when Suzuki Satoru was wondering whether he should use the toilet roll that he could only use three times a day, he received a notice from his supervisor asking him to go to the office.

According to common experience, being called in by the supervisor alone is never a good thing, but he had no choice but to go. Suzuki Satoru could only walk towards the supervisor's office in small steps with trepidation.

Although the supervisor's office is on the same floor as theirs, the whole atmosphere is completely different from the small office area where employees are crowded together. The room here is 30 square meters in size, with a large desk made of polymer materials, tea, snacks, and even a bed that looks very comfortable.

The supervisor is a bald middle-aged man with a very bad temper. He always likes to take advantage of others and is an annoying guy.

After entering the office, Suzuki Satoru closed the door and put on his usual flattering smile. He did not sit down, but stood with his arms folded, leaned forward and took the initiative to ask his supervisor.

"Boss, do you have any instructions?"

He seemed very impatient with Suzuki Satoru. He directly pulled out a brown paper file bag from under the table and pushed it to Suzuki Satoru.
Suzuki Satoru found the bag familiar. He felt as if he had seen such a bag somewhere before. At the same time, he had a very bad premonition in his heart that made him resist picking up the brown paper bag.

The supervisor snorted coldly and said:
"Open the file. Open the file."

"Yes Yes."

Although he was extremely reluctant, Suzuki Satoru had no choice but to pick up the file bag. After opening it, he found a notice of his dismissal and compensation for the company's losses caused by his improper resignation.

Suzuki Satoru's first reaction was incredible. He had been doing well recently, and he was not even 35 years old yet. Why did the company fire him? After reading it over and over again, Suzuki Satoru confirmed that he was really fired by the company. He quickly asked:

"Boss, I don't mean anything else. I'm really not blaming you. It's just the printer. Yes, it's the printer. Is it broken? Look, there's my name on it. There's something wrong."

"What's wrong? That's why I'm firing you. You have to compensate the company for the losses caused by your resignation when you leave."

After hearing such a clear reply, Suzuki Satoru's last bit of hope was shattered, but he immediately took out all the money he had from his pocket and handed it to the supervisor.

"If you see anything I have done wrong, tell me and I will definitely correct it. This is just a small thing."

"Humph."

The supervisor sneered and didn't even look at the small amount of money Suzuki handed over. What was his status? In terms of employee level, he was two levels higher than Suzuki Satoru. He took out such a lowly thing and only spent this little money. Who was he looking down on?

"Okay, hurry up and get out of here. The company's compensation will be deducted directly from your account. You can't pay it back in full. There will be interest later. You can pay it back slowly."

"I don't understand. I didn't do anything wrong. Why did the company fire me?!"

Being fired in a city controlled by a company is a very terrible thing. Once this is confirmed, his resume will be ruined, he will not be accepted by another company, and he will never find a decent job again.

If he is lucky, he may be able to find some extremely dangerous jobs, but if he is not so lucky, he will become a homeless if he has not found a new job before the repayment period expires.

This means that he will no longer be able to keep the house left to him by his parents, that he will lose everything, and that he will most likely become a homeless person whose average survival time is only three months.

How could Suzuki Satoru not be anxious? He simply grabbed his supervisor's sleeve and began to beg.

The manager angrily threw his sleeves away and pushed Suzuki Satoru away.

"I'm telling you, old bastard, the company needs to cut costs and increase revenue, and it would be better for everyone if old guys like you who are about to be optimized out get out as soon as possible."

"Wait a minute, it's not 2 years old, I'm not yet! I can still serve the company, so I can work more hours of overtime for the company every day without pay."

"roll."

The supervisor was too lazy to pay any more attention to Suzuki Satoru and he directly pressed the bell button to summon security.

Soon, two burly and ferocious security guards walked into the office, roughly grabbed Suzuki Satoru's arms and were about to throw him out.

As the security guards came in, Suzuki Satoru was completely desperate.

He will lose everything, he will have nothing.

The moment Suzuki Satoru felt truly desperate, an uncontrollable rage burst out from the soles of his feet and directly hit the top of his head.

The corners of his mouth cracked again, revealing all his bloodstained teeth in a twisted smile.

Suzuki casually waved his hand to break free from the security guard's control. After being freed from his restraints, Suzuki Satoru punched the supervisor directly in the face.
Suzuki Satoru's punch displayed strength that clearly surpassed that of a human being, smashing the supervisor's face in one blow. Broken teeth mixed with blood instantly spurted everywhere, splashing all over Suzuki Satoru.

Several security guards were frightened and ran out of the office, and Suzuki Satoru was too lazy to care about them.

He took a deep breath, smelling the bloody smell in the air. For the first time in his life, he felt that the smell was so sweet.
After killing the supervisor, he felt his whole body relax and he felt relieved. Yes, why did he have to endure this?

why?

It doesn't matter anymore. Suzuki Satoru is free now. He ignores everyone else and walks towards the company's leadership office in a swagger.

Come to think of it, I have been working in this company for several years but have never met the senior leaders. Why not go and take a look now?

A new employee noticed something was wrong here. He was about to remind everyone, but the monitoring equipment immediately showed that he had violated the company's work regulations and his performance would be deducted. The new employee chose to keep quiet.

(End of this chapter)