NIKKE, When the Milky Way Blossoms

Has he become so poor?

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"Are you kidding me! Only four thousand credits? I transported four hundred pounds of plastic back to the Ark on the ground, and you're telling me it's only four thousand credits?!"

"According to regulations, Zone E is a Level 2 security zone, and the salary for transporting 100 kilograms of plastic is 1,000 credits."

"What a load of bull! Of the five mass-produced vehicles I brought this time, three were scrapped! Understand?! Three were scrapped! And you call this a level two security zone?!"

"This is the decision made by the Ark Command. Please understand."

"Forgiveness? I risked my life for this, and you want me to forgive you! I forgive you..."

Ding-dong-

Just as the commander was about to launch a personal attack, the counter clerk, who was already used to it, with a numb and lifeless face, reached out and pressed her notification bell, successfully freezing the commander's expression.

If this continues, even these four thousand credits will be confiscated under the pretext of "obstructing official business."

"Next person!"

The employee skillfully tossed all the discarded forms on the desk into the recycling bin, then looked up at the bulletproof glass in front of them…

Unexpectedly, outside the glass, a pair of emerald-like eyes were gazing at her gently.

"Excuse me, could you please calculate my task payment?"

The man's voice was hoarse, like a drilling engine digging through bedrock. It didn't sound pleasant at all, and it was far below the baseline for ordinary people.

But it was precisely this kind of voice, which would be universally panned by women, that made Julie's heart start pounding wildly with each word.

"Hello... Hello! Lieutenant Phoenix!"

His facial features changed from being numb, and his eyes began to sparkle.

The female employee nervously raised her hand to tidy her messy hair, then adjusted her black-rimmed glasses, sat upright in the chair, pursed her lips, and spoke in a sweet tone like a bank customer service representative recommending a credit card application.

"It's a pleasure to assist you. May I ask... do you have your combat report with you?"

"Operation report?"

Looking at the man's slightly confused expression and hearing the hint of surprise in his tone, Julie didn't hesitate and quickly added:

"It's okay if you don't have a combat report! We can provide you with a temporary filling room."

"Do you have experience filling out combat reports? Second Lieutenant."

"Hmm... Is this report difficult to write?"

"It's not difficult, it's just that the information you need to fill out is quite complicated, and there are commonly used formulaic terms. If you use too casual a word, it will fail the review." The female employee quickly tidied up her desk while her ears turned red, revealing her true colors.

"I can take the time to guide you through filling out the report, Lieutenant Phoenix."

Chapter 131 Abstaining from Gambling and Drugs, the Battle of Gold Coins

"What's the point of an unsigned report?"

"It's for trading, Lieutenant."

Whether the air conditioner was broken or the central air conditioning wasn't providing enough cool air to the meeting room, the room was so hot that Phoenix took off his military uniform, put on a tight-fitting white shirt, and handed the combat report to Julie.

"Isn't the report my salary? Why do I need to make a deal with it?"

"Uh-huh——"

"That's right, Lieutenant."

Some commanders who lack the talent or are unlucky may find that missions cannot continue because the Nikis die midway through the mission. Once this happens, it is almost equivalent to mission failure.

A major problem with failed tasks is that they are not included in performance evaluations.

Julie kept her head down, glancing at the report every now and then, and then sneaking a look at the lieutenant's shirt, which was stretched taut by his muscles. Her girlish heart was pounding.

ah--! ! !

This is the lieutenant who could fight Leitch and even Niki had to save. He's got a great physique! There must be scars under his clothes; if he took off another layer…

No no no! ! !

It's best to answer the lieutenant's question first; I need to demonstrate my professionalism in front of the man.

Then, Julie continued her explanation:

"Because the mortality rate on ground missions is too high, most surviving commanders will not go on missions frequently unless absolutely necessary."

The frequency should be kept to once a month, which is the minimum number of times per month in performance evaluations.

If the commander falls below this threshold, he will be warned. Within 24 hours of receiving the warning, he must either immediately accept the mission or be considered cowardly and sent to a rehabilitation center to receive corresponding military punishment.

However, there are times when commanders are injured after a mission fails.

In this situation, if one fails to meet the monthly task targets and is forced to perform the task while injured, it is tantamount to sending oneself to one's death on the ground.

The central government, fearing that commanders might deliberately get injured to avoid missions, never accepted requests for leave due to injury or illness.

However, such an inhumane approach could easily lead to a lack of morale among commanders. The command also knew that a one-size-fits-all approach was inappropriate, so the policy of not signing reports gradually emerged.

Submitting an unsigned report is equivalent to completing a task performance evaluation.

Commanders can circulate these reports among themselves; you can think of them as emergency leave requests used internally by commanders.

Although it could be exchanged for a corresponding salary, no one would intentionally use it to exchange for money.

As she spoke, the female employee, feeling herself getting a little hot, tugged at her collar, her ears turning as red as clouds under the setting sun, looking incredibly cute.

"After all, the commander's room and board are provided. As long as he doesn't go into debt, there's no way he'll have a problem not being able to afford food."

The person was actually quite surprised by the female employee's explanation of the unsigned report.

He clearly remembered that in the original storyline, Labi's interpretation of the report was quite different from Miss Julie's.

Lhapi believed that the report was simply a form of financial assistance between commanders, and the reason for using a report was to save face for the other party.

tsk...

Indeed, when it comes to insider matters, you can't ask outsiders; you have to ask people in the industry for the most reliable information.

If it's just about helping each other financially, then transferring money between each other is enough; there's no need for this face-saving formality.

They were all cannon fodder risking their lives; of those who survived, how many had any shame?

Look at him, he secretly sent the words Honglian had said to him to Mihara again in the early hours of this morning. It's quite fun for an old married couple to flirt through their phone screens.

What's the point of having a face?

How can you build a harem if you have any shame?

"But would anyone actually lend out something like this, which is like a life-saving charm?"

A shameless man casually asked, "Have you ever borrowed something and not returned it?"

"Yes, some are available for borrowing."

Julie nodded, carefully organized the battle report, and after indicating that the report was usable, patiently explained:

"Commanders like Sirte, Relani, and Haig... generally speaking, senior commanders usually keep a few emergency reports on hand, and they are willing to lend some to newcomers."

As for borrowing and not repaying...

In reality, commanders who are willing to lend out their troops rarely expect the other party to return them, given the commander mortality rate... well, you should know, it's quite high.

“Silte?”

Phoenix raised an eyebrow, surprised to find out about Hague from the counter staff.

The man, who had originally planned to find other commanders in the office to extract information, changed his plans.

“Silt, I feel like I’ve heard that name before. Would you like to tell me about it?”

"Miss Julie."

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After chatting for a whole noon and even treating the girl to lunch, Phoenix finally managed to get some information about Lamo Hague from Julie.

Haig's reputation among commanders was initially quite bad.

Whether it's currying favor with superiors during school, frequently failing when taking on tasks, or willingly becoming a lackey of certain spoiled brats.

In short, this person's reputation was very poor in the first year.

However, thanks to his willingness to lend reports to others free of charge and his generous and righteous nature, Haig's reputation has gradually turned into one of widespread praise in the past two years.

Commanders who received help praised all sorts of bad behavior as virtues, such as "enduring humiliation for the sake of the commanders," "willing to kneel before useless people for the benefit of their brothers," and "lacking talent but striving to create a world of their own through hard work."

"Your methods are impressive; no wonder you're involved in illegal activities."

Phoenix gave Lamo Hague a very high evaluation, considering he was a dying man.

Then, guided by Anik, the commander, who had just received his two million salary, immediately plunged into Ark's largest and most luxurious "game center".