The Rebirth of the Male God Starts From Playing Games Chapter 529

Chapter 529 527. Feeling meaningless

July 28, 2009.

imperial capital

Bomi Tower.

"Jiajia, a light in the 410 conference room on the fourth floor is broken. Please report it to the property management later and ask them to find someone to repair it. Don't delay today. People will still use the conference room at night."

"Okay, Sister Ying." Jia Jiajia agreed.

Jia Jiajia, 21 years old, just joined the company in July this year, and now works in the engine department on the 4th floor of Bomi Company -

Administrative Assistant.

The name is quite nice, but colleagues on this floor mostly call her little secretary.

To be precise, the main responsibility of this position is to provide colleagues in the company with conveniences outside of work, so that they can focus more on their own work.

Although they are both junior secretaries, the job functions of this secretary and the boss's secretary are completely different.

To sum it up in one sentence -

Jia Jiajia is the nanny of the engine department on this floor.

Colleagues who don't have a tissue can come to her to collect it. If they encounter any difficulties in life, they can come to them for help. This life difficulty is exactly what Sister Ying told her just now—

The light in the conference room is broken and someone needs to be found to fix it.

Or the snacks in the pantry are gone, and they need to go out to purchase and replenish them in time.

The coffee pods are gone, the trash can is broken, and there is something wrong with the chair. Can I apply for more snack benefits next month?

I'm tired of the snacks here. Can I change the taste?

I don't want to eat potato chips because they make me gain weight. Is there any dark chocolate without sugar?

Well, does the company have any toys, figurines or other gifts? Can I apply to receive one for my child?

If there are colleagues in the company who don't want to eat in the canteen in the evening and need to order meals, after they order in the company's ordering system, the secretary will be responsible for collecting the corresponding lunch boxes and then notify everyone at the time to pick up the meals.

And so on.

Jia Jiajia found a notebook and wrote down what Sister Ying had just told her.

"Jiajia. There are a total of 7 birthdays in the engine department today. Remember to order two big cakes later, and then pull them into the group to notify them.

Oh, by the way, there are also birthday cards from the company. "

"Okay, Sister Ying."

Jia Jiajia agreed.

The benefits of Bomi Company are very good. When all employees join the company, relevant personal information will be entered into the company's talent pool, which naturally includes the employee's birthday information.

On the employee's birthday, the system will automatically remind administrative staff to prepare gifts and birthday cakes for these birthdays.

It's very ceremonial and feels like a big family.

When she came to work on the first day, Jia Jiajia found it very interesting and excited, because she had worked in administrative jobs in several other companies before, but none of them had such benefits, so it was the first time she saw Bomi give to employees. When celebrating her birthday, her heart was extremely moved and shocked.

Being able to serve them and seeing the smiles on these people's faces gives you an incredible sense of satisfaction.

However, after a long time, when Bomi has enough employees, you will find that someone has a birthday every day.

It wasn't so fresh after that.

"Wow! That's awesome!" At this moment, colleagues on the other side of the engine team burst into cheers.

Jia Jiajia couldn't help but turn her head and look over.

I saw a bunch of people gathered around a certain workstation, staring at the computer screen, not knowing what they were looking at.

"Wow! That's great, can you finally do this?"

"Burn, it's burning!"

"One small step for mankind, one giant leap for history!"

"Wait...what...ah, no, no!"

"Why is this so?"

"It seems that there should be a problem with the code somewhere."

"Wang Ming, please check if there is any problem with the material code over there."

"good."

"I'll take a look at the interface on my side. There should be no reason."

"Yes, hurry up and get it done. The boss will have a meeting with us later."

Jia Jiajia had no idea what these people were talking about, and she always felt that everything around her had nothing to do with her.

Some time ago, she saw a male programmer who was able to match a piece of clothing in the game with a hoodie and a leather windbreaker. It looked like a very simple and normal thing. This man actually managed to win the Nobel Prize. As happy as a prize.

Also, she was looking at a bunch of graphics that she couldn't understand at all, and she didn't know what she was messing with. The last frame overlapped with another frame, and she was so excited that she yelled because of this kind of thing.

She thought this person was going crazy or something.

But now she's used to it because this kind of thing is really common.

Very common in this place.

You will never understand the work and life of a technical geek.

Sometimes, you always feel that you and them are in two different worlds, and you always seem so incompatible with each other.

Jia Jiajia didn't feel this way at all when she was in college. The men and women around her were normal, and boys often came to ask her out to eat, go shopping, watch movies, etc...

After coming to this place, Jia Jiajia had such a strong feeling for the first time. It turns out that there are such a group of strange people in this world.

Among the weird people, you will have the illusion that you are the weird one.

"Jiajia, the iron box containing toilet paper in the men's room is broken. When an employee of the company was wiping his hands just now, the lid of the iron box suddenly fell off and scratched his hand."

"ha?"

Jia Jiajia came back from her thoughts and looked at Sister Ying doubtfully.

"This...what can I do?"

I can't go to the toilet to solve his problem, I'm a girl.

If you want to say that his trash can is broken, or his desk is broken, or his office chair is broken, I can help you contact him to solve the problem.

"You...hey, you've been working for almost a month, why are you still so stubborn?" Sister Ying hated the irony. "First, go to the property management or cleaning lady and tell them that the toilet paper box in the men's room is broken. , let it be repaired or replaced.

Then go to the infirmary below to find emergency band-aids and send them to the boy.

Oh, by the way, he is the one who often comes to see you, Xiao Meng from the engine team. "

"Meng Zhiyu?"

Jia Jiajia looked disgusted.

Speaking of which, Jia Jiajia can be regarded as the most beautiful among administrative assistants, even on this floor. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is a beauty.

Most of the engine department is male, with only a few female programmers.

After Jia Jiajia entered the company, many boys always came to strike up a conversation when they had nothing to do. You could tell what these men with glasses were thinking at a glance.

Meng Zhiyu is just one of her many suitors.

He himself may still think that he has not revealed his feelings, but Jia Jiajia and the people around him know very well that he is interested in others.

"Yes, Xiao Meng is so kind to you. I even thought of bringing you breakfast in the morning. I will feed you any delicious snacks first." Sister Ying's face was filled with an aunt's smile.

"Uh... don't be like this, Sister Ying, I have a boyfriend." Jia Jiajia lowered her head and said.

"What is a boyfriend? How much does a boyfriend cost per month? How much does Xiao Meng cost per month?"

What's your boyfriend's education level?

What is Xiao Meng's education level?

The employees working in this building, excluding us, of course, are all top students. Even if they are not graduates from prestigious schools, they are all leaders in the industry and will all be millionaires in the future.

If I were as beautiful as you, I would definitely live a good life. "Sister Ying said.

"Um…"

Jia Jiajia shook her head and said nothing.

"By the way, there will be an important meeting in conference room 402 at 2:30, and the boss will also come over. Then remember to make a cup of coffee for the boss, add a spoonful of sugar, and no milk."

"Okay, Sister Ying."

After Sister Ying left, Jia Jiajia sat in a chair in a daze.

She covered her face, feeling so depressed.

I don't know what the meaning of this kind of work is.

There are so many chores every day, and I feel like I am just a handyman. What's the use of being good-looking?

I don't know why I study.

Jia Jiajia took out her notebook, and according to what Sister Ying said just now, she first called the property management company to explain the situation of the light bulbs in the conference room and the men's room, and asked them to find someone to repair them.

Then…

After finally taking a breath, Jia Jiajia sat on the chair and was in a daze for a while.

Then he took out his cell phone and sent a message to his boyfriend.

"I don't want to do this job anymore."

After a few seconds, there was a reply:

"Why? Aren't you doing a good job? Bomi is already a very good company. You don't even know how many people are envious of you."

"But I don't envy myself."

Jia Jiajia said sadly, feeling like she could see the end of her life at a glance.

Besides doing odd jobs, I don't know what the meaning of life is.

“What I do every day is repetitive and trivial work, and the people around me are weird people. I have no idea what they are talking about, and I don't understand the jokes they tell, so I can only laugh along.

I really don't want to do this job anymore.

It doesn't feel right for me. "

"Then what do you want to do? If you give up this job, what else can you find? Jiajia, you are 21 years old and you are not a child. We still want to buy a house in the imperial capital. Can you not be so willful?

When we can afford to buy a house if everything we do fails half-way?

When can I get married? "

Jia Jiajia felt very angry and insulted.

The most important thing is that this man is still my boyfriend. They have been in the same university for four years, which feels like feeding a dog.

"So this is how you see me? Do you treat me as a money-making tool?

If you don't have a house, you don't have a house. If you don't want to get married, don't get married. "

Jia Jiajia sent the message and then turned off her phone angrily.

When she raised her head, her eyes were already red.

"What's wrong?"

At this moment, a voice came over.

It's Xiao Meng.

Jia Jiajia raised her head and took a look, then tried her best to smile.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Xiao Meng wears a pair of black-framed eyes. In fact, he is not ugly. He just has a mushroom head. He doesn't pay much attention to his hairstyle. He is wearing a black T-shirt, the kind issued by the company, and printed on it. Wearing Bomi's logo.

Ever since programmers were criticized by netizens for always wearing glasses, high hairlines, and plaid shirts, programmers have changed their dressing style, and everyone has changed into T-shirts.

So you can see a lot of people in the company, black and white, and they are basically wearing T-shirts issued by the company.

Oh, there is one thing that Jia Jiajia discovered only after arriving here -

It turns out that this habit has nothing to do with gender, because female programmers in the company also dress this way.

"It's okay, maybe my stomach is a little uncomfortable."

Jia Jiajia said with a smile.

"Um?"

Xiao Meng was stunned for a moment.

Just then, Jia Jiajia noticed that Meng Zhiyu was holding a delicate cake box in his right hand, which was a strawberry mousse.

It should be given to myself.

Hearing Jia Jiajia's words, Meng Zhiyu smiled awkwardly and hid the small cake in his hand behind his back.

Then he raised his other hand and said, "I originally wanted to give it to you. Since your stomach is uncomfortable, then... when you get better, I will buy you another one tomorrow."

"No, thank you." Jia Jiajia responded politely.

"Um…"

Meng Zhiyu didn't know what to say, and looked a little distressed when he saw Jia Jiajia's red eyes.

After two seconds, he waved to Jia Jiajia and said, "Drink more hot water."

"Well…"

Jia Jiajia was stunned for two seconds, then nodded, "Okay. Thank you for your concern."

"Then...I'm going to the meeting first." Meng Zhiyu said with a smile.

"Okay." Jia Jiajia thought to herself, there is no need to tell me such a thing.

Meng Zhiyu rubbed his feet on the ground and moved to the conference room, like an elderly lady.

Jia Jiajia looked at his back and thought it was really funny.

"Oh, by the way, your Band-Aid." Jia Jiajia suddenly remembered something.

"Um?"

"Sister Ying said you were scratched by the toilet paper box when you went to the toilet. She asked me to find a band-aid for you." Jia Jiajia took the band-aid out of the drawer.

She didn't go to the infirmary, she prepared it herself.

Why? !

Meng Zhiyu looked extremely happy, and his eyes lit up.

He stretched out his hand silently and froze in the air.

"Why?"

Jia Jiajia looked at him with some doubts.

Because he just turned the back of his hand upward, there were still a few blood stains on it.

"Oh, sorry."

Only then did Meng Zhiyu realize that he had no intention of sticking it to you, so he turned his hand over.

Jia Jiajia blushed with embarrassment and put the band-aid on his palm.

"Thank you, I'm going to the meeting." Meng Zhiyu waved the band-aid in his hand.

Looking at his leaving figure, Jia Jiajia couldn't help but laugh -

How silly.

She sighed silently, then lowered her head in thought.

I don't know why, I feel so worried.

I don't know if her boyfriend sent her any text messages.

Jia Jiajia just stared at the ground in a daze.

Oh, right.

She suddenly remembered that Sister Ying had just asked her to make coffee for the boss and then deliver it to...

Which conference room are you coming from?

… (End of this chapter)

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