Quick Transmigration: The Host Refuses to Save the Mission Target

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    "Director Hu, is there anything?" Pei Song turned around and stood still.

    Hu Xianzhi was the art director who was parachuted in last week. It is said that he is a relative of a certain leader of the company. He is short and has small eyes. He has already started to lose his hair and has a beer belly in his forties, but he still dresses in a suit and tie every day. Although there are only a few sparse hairs on his head, he always uses essential oils to make them shiny.

    Hu Xianzhi's eyes slowly climbed up Pei Song's face and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's just last week. Didn't Wei Hai Company come in with an order? How did you complete it?"

    Wei Hai Company is currently a well-known game company in the industry, backed by He's Enterprise. Pei Song's original painting company has cooperated with them. Some character scene original painting designs or advertising promotional pictures will be outsourced to their company.

    While talking, Hu Xianzhi casually took a few steps towards him. The smell of perfume and cigarettes mixed together and pungently came over. Pei Song frowned imperceptibly and took a step back.

    "I finished the manuscript last Friday and handed it in."

    "Oh, so that's it," perhaps sensing Pei Song's resistance, Hu Xianzhi stopped and said cheerfully with his hands folded, "It's okay, I just care about you. Xiao Pei, you know, I was transferred here last week, and I'm not familiar with many things in this department. I'm afraid you still need to teach me." He emphasized

    the word "teach", which seemed a little vague and ambiguous.

    Pei Song pulled the corner of his mouth perfunctorily and said "I dare not". After making sure that Hu Xianzhi had nothing else to do, he turned around and left.

    Hu Xianzhi didn't keep him any longer, and still smiled as he watched him walk away.

    As he walked out of the corridor, Pei Song could feel his eyes sticking to his back.

    "Host," 930 warned cautiously, "I feel that your new leader is not a good person."

    Pei Song raised his eyebrows: "Can you see this?"

    930 said heroically: "Please don't underestimate our advanced system! We are also very good at analyzing humans!"

    Pei Song raised the corner of his lips slightly, smiled, and then perfunctorily said: "Yeah, so good, 930 is awesome."

    930 laughed foolishly twice.

    Originally, Pei Song chose this original painting company because there were fewer things to do, simple interpersonal relationships, and it was more relaxed and comfortable. However, looking at the new leader, he was afraid that there would be trouble in the future. Pei Song instinctively

    felt a little annoyed by anyone or anything that disrupted his peaceful life plan.

    He pressed his temples and did not immediately return to his workstation. He decided to go downstairs and buy a cup of coffee across the street.

    It was exactly nine o'clock in the morning, and there were not many people in the coffee shop. Pei Song ordered a cup of hot coffee and added three sugar cubes to it. After buying the coffee, he remembered something and went to the supermarket next door to buy some cat food.

    Then he did not return to the company, but walked to the other side.

    There are still many old residential areas in the city center of H City, coexisting harmoniously with high-rise buildings.

    Most of the people living in this community are retired elderly people during the period of guaranteed employment. The buildings are old, the roads are winding, and there are many hidden alleys.

    Pei Song turned a few corners skillfully and came to a small corner covered with weeds behind a residential building.

    There was a small iron bowl on the ground in the small corner, and there were still a few grains of cat food left in it that he had poured last time.

    Pei Song was about to squat down and pour the newly bought cat food into the bowl, but suddenly felt something was wrong and looked to the side.

    Then he met He Wenshi's eyes.

    He Wenshi was wearing a baseball cap and was stuck in the narrow gap between the residential building and the wall. He was tall and strong, with long arms and legs. It was particularly difficult for him to squeeze into this gap left for the drainage channel. Seeing Pei Song looking over, He Wenshi waved enthusiastically and greeted him.

    "What a coincidence, Mr. Landlord."

    Pei Song: "..."

    Pei Song held a coffee cup in one hand and cat food in the other, and looked at He Wenshi in a daze for a few seconds.

    "How did you..." He frowned slowly, and was about to ask He Wenshi why he came out of the house, when he suddenly saw He Wenshi's eyes suddenly alert, looking towards the wall, and raised his finger to shush.

    Pei Song:?

    He followed He Wenshi's gaze and suddenly heard footsteps coming from the corner not far away. It sounded like more than a dozen people were rushing over here.

    "Sorry, Mr. Pei, I'm sorry." He Wenshi suddenly spoke.

    Pei Song: "Huh?"

    Before Pei Song could react, He Wenshi suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the narrow gap.