Enforcer Manual
Chapter 669: Is Your Job Legitimate?_1

Chapter 669: Chapter 669: Is Your Job Legitimate?_1

Lu Xiang felt that observing Song Lan was truly an interesting affair, one that even made her want to write a "Dumb Bird Observation Diary" to record Song Lan’s life.

As someone who was quite punctual with his daily routine, not sleeping for a whole night was hugely detrimental to Song Lan; thus, a quarter of an hour ago, he bluntly stated that he was going to sleep and laid straight down on the bed, burying himself in the pristine white covers.

And up until now...

"You’ve turned over 121 times."

Lu Xiang sat on the edge of the bed, unable to resist sharing the amusing observation.

In the span of this quarter of an hour, the other party had been constantly moaning, tossing and turning in bed, sometimes even twisting into quite bizarre shapes.

It was rare to see Song Lan sulk because he always focused on maintaining a pleasant mood, such that he typically wouldn’t allow those who made him unhappy to stay overnight—he advocated for not holding overnight grudges.

"Oh my!"

"That was your 53rd sigh."

Lu Xiang’s mouth curved slightly upward; she tried her best to keep a serious face and not to laugh at Song Lan’s antics—she used to be very good at controlling her emotions until she met Song Lan. She had been made to laugh out loud by him multiple times and often at serious public occasions.

"Look on the bright side, this is what people commonly call a promotion with a raise."

From being a minor department head in a border city to suddenly becoming an executive officer of the highest action organization directly under the Chairperson of the Council, even she didn’t know how many levels she had leaped through in an instant.

Using a common phrase from before the third war, this was a huge celebratory event that would make one’s ancestral grave emit green smoke.

Probably only Song Lan would grumble about a promotion.

"Military Intelligence Section Seven’s highest executive organization, only under the orders of the Chairperson of the Council, is a proper authority with real power to get things done!"

Half of Song Lan’s head emerged from the blanket, his eyes filled with grievance.

At the time, facing Jasmine and the Crimson Knight Group, he had casually played a jest to cover up his true identity, but when he lay in bed and thought it through, he realized, "Working in this kind of department means working oneself to death!"

Working overtime and staying up all night was the norm, and likely three-quarters of the year would be spent on business trips.

Every day, he would deal with the most vicious criminals in the world and most of the issues he had to solve were significant problems affecting the internal security of the United Government. At the busiest times, it could become a 007-level job.

This was not Song Lan’s ideal version of a promotion with a raise.

Who asked him to be Rob Lucci!

Song Lan was filled with regret, and he felt that Yeying was 50% responsible for this. If she hadn’t transformed into a vulture perched on his shoulder jabbering endlessly every day, he wouldn’t have thought of this name at that moment.

What is even more infuriating is that the concept of 996 or 007 never crossed the simple-minded Yeying’s brain. As a girl who came from the "countryside" to the big city, her way of thinking was very simple—as long as there was food, she was happy.

"If you’re sleepy, just go to sleep first. You’ll have the energy to think about future plans after a good sleep."

Lu Xiang’s eyes narrowed into slits; although she understood that taking pleasure in Song Lan’s misery was wrong, his current state was just too amusing.

"Come on, I’ll coax you."

She softened her voice and said tenderly.

Leaning closer, she lifted Song Lan’s head and placed it on her own knee.

With a "thud," Song Lan’s eyes widened even more, and any remaining sleepiness seemed to vanish as the back of his head hit the knight’s armor.

Song Lan wasn’t averse to knee pillows.

But he had to emphasize, when providing knee pillow service, please do not wear exoskeletal armor.

"Old Lu."

He caught the smile on Lu Xiang’s face that she hadn’t managed to conceal in time and asked, "Did you do that accidentally or on purpose?"

Lu Xiang didn’t reply; she conspicuously covered her own eyes, having been so focused on Song Lan’s predicament that she had momentarily forgotten she was still wearing the exoskeletal armor supplied by the consortium.

And the scene that unfolded in the sickbay directly caught the eyes of Jasmine and Rose.

After Rose woke up, Jasmine told her about the consortium’s current situation and said that if she was willing, Military Intelligence Section Seven could be a good destination.

Mr. Lucky, an agent of the highest action department CP0, should be able to look after her sister sufficiently.

To persuade Rose, Jasmine deliberately depicted CP0 as a positive, loving, and united department, surely much better than how the consortium treated them, and to prove this, she sent δ to keep watch, hoping her sister could see the positive side of the department.

"...This action."

After a long silence, Jasmine finally spoke, "This action is called a knee pillow, quite popular among young people, and is a way to express friendliness."

"I know what a knee pillow is."

Rose gave Jasmine a sidelong glance; although she worked at the consortium, she wasn’t so out-of-the-loop on outside matters, and besides, knee pillows were very common among aristocrats, with some family members liking to rest their heads on their maids’ thighs, allowing the maids to ease their stress with ear cleaning and massages.

But Rose had never seen any maid wearing exoskeletal armor while putting someone’s head on their solid leg armor; "Why do I feel like she’s deliberately bullying him?"

After all, when she woke up, she also heard from the Head Maid that Mr. Lucky’s companion seemed to be a coldhearted and ruthless person.

"No."

Jasmine took a deep breath, "Their relationship is very good."

She felt her situation was somewhat delicate, as she now seemed to have become the δ of not long ago—when Mr. Lucky was pushed against the wall by his colleague and couldn’t move, she naturally took it as workplace bullying, but δ firmly told her that their behavior was called "kabedon" and was something only intimately related people would do.

To avoid further misunderstanding, Jasmine knocked on the hospital room door.

"Please come in."

A response came quickly from the room.

Upon entering, Song Lan had already sat upright. He looked listless, as if his body had been hollowed out, a stark contrast to the image of the man who had flattened a castle with a single kick the day before.

"Is there something you need?"

"It’s like this, we would like to consult on what personal materials are needed to join Military Intelligence Section Seven?"

Jasmine reluctantly pulled Rose into the hospital room.

Neither she nor her sister had any experience with job-seeking. After being taken back from their research institute, their jobs were directly provided by either the Consortium or the rescuer department. She had only vaguely heard that the steps to finding a job recently were extremely complicated, not only requiring a well-prepared personal resume but also passing through multiple layers of screening assessments before finally entering the interview stage.

The continuously rising unemployment rate had become a major trend across the entire United Government.

"No need, Military Intelligence Section Seven is very familiar with you," Song Lan said.

To him, the only benefit of becoming an executor of the highest action department of Military Intelligence Section Seven was that he could bypass those cumbersome procedures and add Rose and Jasmine to the department’s roster.

"I’ll ask then," Rose sighed. It was clear that her sister was also somewhat ignorant about current job-seeking; this job-seeking was also a two-way selection process.

"May I ask, where is the department’s usual work location? What are the daily working hours, and how much is the monthly salary?"

Since they had decided to leave the Consortium, it was of course necessary to clarify these details.

"The location is random, and working hours depend on the situation."

"And the monthly salary?"

Rose was not easily fooled. As the head knight of the Consortium, she occasionally had to deal with the family’s recruitment affairs, and she felt that Song Lan’s previous two answers were practically the same as not answering at all.

For every position recruited by the Consortium, these details would be clearly written and then included in the employment contract.

"...The monthly salary is negotiable."

Upon being questioned by Rose, Song Lan suddenly realized that Ivan hadn’t mentioned these details at all in the information, only reminding them that the Chairperson of the Council hoped that they would go to The First Region for an upcoming Six Stars rescuer meeting.

"I see," Rose said seriously, nodding her head. "So, this job has an unspecified work location, variable working hours, and no strict salary regulations."

Even Jasmine, who was new to the working world, frowned, sensing the issue.

She couldn’t help but chime in, "Is your job even legitimate?"

Even the jobs in the rescuer department had clear salary standards, with the remuneration for missions being additionally calculated depending on the situation.

"This job is of a special nature, everyone’s work situation is different. Once you get to The First Region, someone from Military Intelligence Section Seven will meet with you to discuss this in detail. You can rest assured about the salary issue."

Rose’s questions had actually solidified Song Lan’s resolve to go to The First Region.

Yeah, he had been so consumed with his sighs of lament that he hadn’t even gotten to the specifics of the job. He wasn’t the kind of fool who would work without pay.

"You can rest assured on this point, the department will definitely not shortchange you."

"I somehow feel..."

Rose squinted her eyes, as if she were sorting out her words, "That you’re giving us an empty promise?"

In the past, the Consortium was always dealing with corporate stooges, and they were all too familiar with the tactics of corporate management.

"I know you might not trust us, and I won’t force you. You can decide once you get to The First Region," Song Lan said with understanding.

Once at The First Region, if Military Intelligence Section Seven was wishy-washy about these issues, he wouldn’t wait for Rose to speak up—he would be the first to defect from the department.

"I understand. Let’s settle it at that for now."

Rose gave Jasmine a meaningful glance.

This round of questioning had made her realize an even more serious problem.

She had taught Jasmine far too little over the years. If Jasmine were to find a job on her own, she’d undoubtedly be that naive girl who gets taken advantage of and still counts the money for the swindler!

It seemed necessary to give Jasmine a proper lesson before heading to The First Region.