American comic: From Beijing with Love, starting with a mutant.

corridor.

Stephen Chow was holding the train ticket and receipt in his hand.

"One hundred and eighty-two yuan and fifty cents!"

"There's also an 83 yuan maintenance fee for the cold-weather protection equipment!"

Stephen Chow pressed his face against the wall of the corridor, his features contorted.

Secretary Liu, carrying a stack of documents, slipped over along the wall.

"Brother Zhou, stop howling. The director said if you continue to disrupt office order, your performance bonus for this month will be deducted for disciplinary reasons."

Deducting performance bonuses?!

Stephen Chow jumped up from the ground, staggered back two steps, and leaned against a potted tree in the corridor.

"Heavens above! This is utterly outrageous!"

"I shed blood for my country! I sat in a hard seat for almost thirty hours! My feet are swollen so badly!"

"Not only will they not reimburse me, but they're also deducting from my hard-earned money?"

"Who's in charge of Bureau 749? Where is justice? Is there no law? Is there no justice at all?!"

Stephen Chow looked up and sighed.

He regretted it somewhat; if he had known this would happen, why had he given the suitcase to Xiao Liu in the first place?

All the secret stash of money he had painstakingly saved had vanished.

Hey……

The world is going to the dogs, and people's hearts are no longer what they used to be...

The office door was pushed open from the inside with a muffled thud.

Director Wang stood at the door with his hands behind his back and no expression on his face: "Have you had enough howling? If you have, get in here."

"Yes, sir!"

Director Wang sat back down at his desk and pointed to the stack of forms on the table.

Stephen Chow looked over and saw several large characters printed at the top of the form:

First Round Follow-up Record Form for Overseas Special Talents

Oh?

Stephen Chow's eyes shone.

Having forms and tasks means there will be business trips!

There are subsidies for business trips!

Maybe we can find a pretext to cover up those messy accounts!

"Boss!" Zhou Xingxing rubbed his hands together and leaned closer.

"What kind of glorious organizational test is this? I, Zhou Xingxing, will brave any danger!"

Director Wang snorted coldly.

"You little brat, don't think I can't guess what you're thinking! You still dare to think about getting reimbursed? First, you'll figure out who these people are one by one."

"These people have been settled, but this is just the beginning."

"Can you get used to the food in the cafeteria? Can you maintain good relationships with the local people? Is there any sign that ruthless, murderous urge within you surfacing?"

"Did the receiving unit view them with prejudice, treating them like monsters?"

Director Wang grabbed a stack of forms from the table and slammed them in front of Zhou Xingxing.

"I want you to see these things for yourself."

"Director..." Zhou Xingxing began dryly.

"Listen to this, how come it's so... um... a nationwide begging tour by a vengeful scoundrel?"

Director Wang glared at him: "This is a crucial project for the stability of the nation's rear! Don't try to find fault with it!"

"What? You can't do it? If you can't, I'll send Lingling Liu and Lingling Jiu! Humph!"

Stephen Chow panicked. He had brought the people here first, how could he let others reap the benefits now?

Ling Lingliu is out of the question; he's a brute who likes to fight in furniture stores and isn't very good with words.

Ling Ling Jiu?

Stephen Chow recalled his first mission, when he was supposed to be paired with someone else.

result?

The first thing this guy said when we met was, "Brother, the higher-ups said the funding for this trip is 50,000, I got it for you. My luck wasn't great, I only have 500 left."

That kid is cunning; who knows what kind of bad things he'll say about me to others!

Not to mention!

Stephen Chow has started haggling.

"Wow! Serving the country is no problem!"

"But I have a reasonable request! This time, when I'm running errands across the country, the travel expenses must be charged according to the standard for a deputy director-level official!"

Director Wang laughed in exasperation: "You're just a section-level field clerk, where do you get the airs of a deputy director? Would you sleep soundly even if you had a suite?"

"I had already spoken to the finance department. For each follow-up report completed, that is, for each person visited, I would receive an additional 2,000 yuan as a hardship allowance in the sweltering heat and freezing cold."

"Chief! Let's go through fire and water!"

"Don't get too excited. Your expenses for foot massages, back massages, and hot springs will not be reimbursed."

hateful!

This guy actually predicted my cash-out route!

Director Wang waved his hand: "Alright, the first stop is at the bureau. Visits within the bureau don't involve traveling across regions. These two people don't receive travel expense subsidies for their visits."

Having compromised, Stephen Chow picked up the follow-up form.

The questions on this form are completely different from those on a typical performance evaluation form within the system; they lack any sense of identification with the organization's culture or the goals for the next stage of work.

The first column asks whether you can sleep for more than eight hours continuously.

The second column shows the daily changes in food intake.

Third column: Have you recently unintentionally displayed superpowers and damaged public property?

This……

That's so real!

This is the kind of question you should be asking when dealing with these mutants who suffer from workplace injuries and psychological trauma!

Xiao Liu walked over with a paper cup and handed it to Zhou Xingxing.

Seeing that Stephen Chow had stopped joking around, he poured him a cup of hot tea. "Brother Chow, have some water to soothe your throat."

Stephen Chow took it, blew on the tea leaves, and took a big gulp.

"Hey Liu, let me ask you something. Is this tea dust something leftover from last year's bureau's year-end summary meeting?"

Director Wang's previously softened expression was completely shut down.

"Get out there and get to work!"

"Say another word and I'll snap your head off!"

Fifteen minutes later.

Stephen Chow sat on a stone bench with a national map spread out in front of him.

Fire brigade, sinkhole construction site, Jiuquan Aerospace City, Ministry of Water Resources engineering team, Northwest China desertification control and afforestation base, Institute of Plant Protection of the Chinese Academy of Agricultural Sciences...

So far...

Oh, and there's also Taoshan Forest Farm.

Stephen Chow held a pencil and drew lines on the map.

"From Guiyang to Jiuquan... Holy crap, this old-fashioned green train takes over forty hours? And once we get to Jiuquan, we have to transfer to a bus to get to the desert?"

Secretary Liu stood beside him, watching his meticulous manner, and said, "Brother Zhou, this is business."

"These damn official business matters are the most expensive!"

Despite the scolding, his hands didn't stop moving.

He opened his suitcase, took out his notebook, and rewrote his name.

Anton Quest.

Nina Stewart.

Lorna Dayne...

Each name will no longer only list its superpower and job value.

He wrote a note after Anton's name: Check his sleep, and pay attention to the dampness in the archives.

Write after the North Star: Pack plenty of sunscreen, the ultraviolet rays in the Gobi Desert are toxic, and never mention blood tests.

Zhou Xingxing is slowly transforming from a contractor who lures laborers with empty promises into a responsible neighborhood committee auntie.

Hiring people is one thing.

Getting people to settle down and live on this land is another matter entirely.

After closing and putting the notebook away, Zhou Xingxing looked at Xiao Liu.

"Guess what these foreign monks, whom I tricked into coming all the way from overseas, are lacking in their hearts?"

Xiao Liu thought about it seriously for two seconds.

"sense of security."

"They have suffered too much and need a strong sense of security."

Stephen Chow rolled his eyes at him.

"wrong!"

"It's fully reimbursed!"

Stephen Chow got up and walked towards the archives.

"They won't even reimburse for expenses like foot baths to keep warm; this lousy company is doomed!"