The Overworked Beta and the Paranoid Alpha 88

Chapter 88

The Beta at the front desk nodded and said, “No problem. Just a moment. I’ll call the purchasing manager and explain the situation.”

“No problem. Thank you very much,” Romeo said.

The front desk did not make Romeo wait for long. A few minutes later, the call ended. “The purchasing manager is in a meeting on the 41st floor. Please wait in the tea room on the 41st floor. The tea room is at the end of the corridor to the right after you get out of the elevator.”

“Alright, thank you,” Romeo said.

The front desk led him to the elevator and very thoughtfully swiped the card for the 41st floor for her. Romeo still said thank you very humbly. When the elevator arrived, he walked in.

“Have a nice day,” the front desk had just finished speaking when the elevator doors closed.

“Phew…” Romeo took a deep breath. He was finally in the elevator. Thank heavens. He had never said so many thank yous in his life.

“I’m in,” Romeo touched the earpiece in his ear canal and said.

“I see,” Della said. “So how are you going to get to the sixty-sixth floor?”

“I have my ways,” Romeo said.

“You’re done so quickly?” Wen En observed with a telescope and replied to Romeo’s words.

“That’s right,” Romeo said. “I’ve also preliminarily finalized a big project worth fifty million. The purchasing manager took me to the vice president’s office on the seventy-third floor, saying that we need to proceed to the next step. Unfortunately, the vice president is also in a meeting, so I have to wait.”

With that, Romeo unplugged Della’s USB drive from the vice president’s computer and put it in his pants pocket.

Wen En found it amusing. This guy had really gotten into his fake identity.

“Understood,” Wen En said. “I’ll be right over.”

Wen En saw not far away, an aircraft with the logo of a fan logistics company under Joseph Hall Biotechnology, slowly stopping on an open space near him.

This area was filled with abandoned buildings and construction waste. It was not the best place to park an aircraft. Why was it stopping here?

Wen En hid behind a dilapidated half-wall and continued to observe.

The cabin door opened, and a person in a logistics company uniform ran down, clutching his butt and shouting, “I can’t hold it in anymore!!!!!”

He scrambled to the back of a pile of abandoned buildings. In a few seconds, a “biu—” explosion sound came from that place.

Wen En: …

Wen En silently pinched his nose.

This person is quite civilized. He even knows to find a cover.

But Wen En soon had an idea.

He covered the lower half of his face and said in a not-so-clear voice, “Della, can you help me with the aircraft’s system?”

“Of course I can. And can you speak properly?” Della replied while typing on the keyboard.

“No, it really stinks,” Wen En said. “It’s like a rotten egg suddenly exploding in high temperature. I’m afraid the smell of poop molecules is all over a one-kilometer radius.”

“You can wear a mask,” Della pressed the enter key. “Alright, done.”

“Thank you. You’re only telling me now,” Wen En said, but he did not take the mask. It was a four-in-one mask provided by the T27 supplier, but it was disposable. It was a waste to use it in this situation.

Wen En quietly walked to the cabin door of the logistics-specific aircraft. After waiting for a short while, the logistics worker finally finished his business and walked over from the pile of abandoned buildings.

“Hey, you thief! Get away!” the logistics worker thought Wen En was a thief who was here to steal packages. He quickly pulled up his pants and ran over, waving his fist at Wen En.

Of course, Wen En couldn’t be bothered to waste his breath on him. He chopped his neck nerve with his hand, and the logistics worker immediately fell to the ground, his legs stretched straight and convulsing a few times before he stopped making any sound.

“Sorry,” Wen En bent down and took the aircraft’s key from the unconscious delivery man’s pocket.

—This aircraft was the property of the logistics company, not the private property of this delivery man, so it could not be driven without a key.

Wen En opened the cabin door, rummaged through the inside of the aircraft, and found a clean, spare logistics company uniform. He quickly changed into it, sat in the driver’s seat, and then closed the cabin door. He fastened his seatbelt, took the key, and started the aircraft’s system.

“Please enter your facial information,” a scanning lens popped out from the device in the middle of the steering wheel. “Ding— Welcome back, Mr. B.” B was the name of the delivery man Wen En had just knocked out.

Wen En stared ahead. He pressed the rise button, stepped on the gas, and the aircraft instantly rose into the air, heading for the T27 branch building.

The security guard looked at the aircraft swaying as it landed at the main entrance of the headquarters with confusion.

A delivery man, holding a package, got out of the aircraft with a pale face.

“Phew…”

The moment his feet touched the ground, Wen En breathed a sigh of relief and thought, The aircraft on Planet T27 is really hard to fly.

Especially since the sky above Planet T27 had all kinds of strong air currents, which made Wen En, who was not very skilled at driving, almost flip the car several times.

“The package is here,” Wen En held up the package in his hand and said.

The two security guards looked Wen En up and down and said, “Are you the new delivery man?”

“Yes, my friend,” Wen En said without blinking. “I just found this job not long ago.”

“What about the B from before?” the security guard said the name of the delivery man B.

“He’s sick,” Wen En said. “He ate spaghetti that had been in the refrigerator for five days and five nights and got food poisoning. He’s in the hospital getting his stomach pumped now.”

“Alright, God bless him,” the security guard didn’t seem to have any suspicions and said, “Go on in.”

At the thought that Wen En was new, the security guard even specially instructed, “Go to the front desk first and have them swipe the elevator card for you.”

“Thank you,” Wen En nodded and said.

“They’re so polite to you,” Romeo’s dissatisfied voice came from the earpiece. “Why are they so fierce to me? Do I look easy to bully?”

Hearing Romeo’s words, Wen En’s expression did not change, although he really wanted to laugh in his heart.

He walked to the front desk and, like a professional delivery man, politely communicated the situation to the front desk. The front desk quickly swiped the card for the 20th floor for him and said:

“All the company’s packages are sent to the 20th floor. There are special personnel there to manage the mail. You can see it as soon as you get out of the elevator and walk straight.”

“I see. Thank you,” Wen En said.

“You’re welcome,” the front desk smiled slightly.

When Wen En’s elevator reached the 11th floor, it stopped.

A Beta man in a work suit and wearing the same black-framed glasses as Romeo appeared before Wen En.

Faced with this strange man, the glasses-wearing Beta man seemed very nervous. He lowered his head, his eyes darting around the four corners of the square floor tiles.

Wen En very calmly nodded to him, “Are you taking the elevator?”

“Uh, no, that’s right,” the glasses-wearing Beta man said with a slight stutter and quickly walked into the elevator.

In the confined space, the glasses-wearing Beta man seemed even more nervous, like a startled quail, standing there motionless.

Wen En saw the man glance at the brightly lit 20th floor button, but he did not make any other movements. He thought that he was probably also going to the 20th floor to get mail or packages, so he didn’t say anything and just stood on the side with a blank expression.

Until the elevator stopped, the screen showed “20,” and the elevator doors opened, but the glasses-wearing Beta man had no intention of walking out.

Wen En looked at him with some confusion. Just then, the glasses-wearing Beta man looked up and accidentally met Wen En’s eyes.

The glasses-wearing Beta man suddenly twitched, and like a mouse, he shrank back in fear to the innermost part of the elevator.

Wen En: …

Can such a socially anxious person also be an office worker?

Wen En: “Are you going to the 20th floor?”

The glasses-wearing Beta man, as if he had just woken up from a big dream, “Ah, yes, yes.”

Wen En stepped aside and gestured for him to go out.

The glasses-wearing Beta man nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. He had just taken a step, and half of his leg had just stepped out of the elevator, when he heard Wen En say, “Wait a minute.”

“Wh-what’s wrong?” the glasses-wearing Beta man shivered.

Wen En said, “Please help me put this in the mail management office.”

“Me, me?”

The glasses-wearing Beta man was extremely confused. Why was this delivery man ordering him around like he was his superior?

“Thank you.”

Seeing his dazed look, Wen En directly stuffed the package in his hand into his arms.

This, this, this… should I refuse? This is not within my job responsibilities, is it?

Although the glasses-wearing Beta man looked like he hadn’t woken up, in fact, he really hadn’t. He had just taken over a colleague’s work yesterday and had worked like an old ox until the early morning.

Similarly, these tasks were not within his job scope. However, when he looked at his colleague’s foxy, grinning face, he only felt like a guinea pig that had been targeted. He didn’t even dare to move, let alone refuse others.

But the person in front of him was not his colleague at all!

No, I have to refuse him.

The glasses-wearing Beta man was about to muster up his courage. He was about to look Wen En in the eye, but in less than a second, he backed down again.

So scary… like a strong wolf…

Are all delivery men so scary now?

The glasses-wearing Beta man started to shiver again. He subconsciously took two steps back, but he didn’t expect to walk out of the elevator because of this.

“Thank you,” Wen En said again.

Then, Wen En pressed the close button of the elevator.

The glasses-wearing Beta man: O口O

It was not until the elevator doors closed that he realized that Wen En had already left.

Wait.

The glasses-wearing Beta man looked at the elevator’s upward indicator and thought with confusion:

It seems that the upper floors are not allowed for outsiders without permission. Why did this delivery man…

Forget it, the glasses-wearing Beta man thought silently. It’s none of his business. It’s not within his job scope.

He turned around and thought, I’d better go and get my mail.