Popov seemed to want to beg for mercy, but his mouth opened and closed, only making gasping sounds; he was completely terrified out of his wits.
Northland Mine…
Ten years…
That place had harsh conditions and heavy labor; it would be a miracle to survive even half a year.
This was almost an instant death sentence.
And it was a death sentence with a suspended execution but no bail, ensuring the other party would only die after suffering to the fullest.
The whole audience was silent as cicadas in winter; no one dared to harbor any illusions anymore.
Those who might have originally harbored other thoughts now completely extinguished them.
Aqina’s heart was also frantically scrolling: “It’s here, it’s here!” “The familiar flavor we know is here!” “DJ Come b, mining warning!” “Tartaglia really didn’t lie to me!” “This Big Cat’s temper is feisty.” “Really feisty.” “Sending people to mine at the drop of a hat, and a ten-year value pack at that.
Good thing I was quick-witted just now!” Lady Rosalyne’s gaze returned to Aqina, as if dealing with Popov just now was merely swatting a fly.
She examined Aqina’s pale little face and her bandage-wrapped waist and abdomen.
And those amber eyes that were exceptionally bright due to nervousness.
“Is your injury healed?” she suddenly asked.
Aqina was stunned for a moment, then immediately replied: “Reporting to Lady Rosalyne, it is no longer a major issue, it does not affect my actions!” On the surface, she was serious, but in her heart, she was muttering: “Can’t you tell if it’s healed or not?
My bandages are still seeping blood!” “Besides, would I dare to say I haven’t healed in front of you?” Lady Rosalyne was noncommittal, looked at her for a few more seconds, and suddenly asked: “Little Wolf Cub, can you process documents?” Documents?
Aqina was stunned again.
This topic jumped too quickly.
So fast that she was a bit confused.
But she instantly realized that this might be the starting point on the road to that ‘Chief’.
“I can!” she blurted out, her tone resolute.
“Even if I can’t, I have to be able to!” Ten years of corporate slave life in my past life.
I might not know anything else, but when it comes to being a corporate slave.
Processing documents, writing reports, making PPTs…
Those are all instincts carved into my DNA!
Although I don’t know what format documents in Teyvat take, the core principles remain the same!
Even if I can’t, I have to endure the pressure and say I can!
A trace of a smile flashed in Lady Rosalyne’s eyes; she seemed to see through her bluffing, but didn’t point it out.
She waved her hand casually to the side.
A Vanguard immediately stepped forward and presented a file that was not too thick but neatly bound with both hands.
Lady Rosalyne took it, didn’t even look at it, and handed it directly to Aqina.
“This is a brief report on the logistics supply consumption and additional applications for this recruit trial.
Some irrelevant procurement lists and private expense receipts have been mixed in.” Her tone was flat, as if she were saying the weather was nice today.
“I’ll give you a quarter of an hour; keep what should be kept, remove what should be removed…” “Sort out the key points, write a summary, and attach your handling opinion.” After saying this, she didn’t care whether Aqina could do it or not…
She turned and returned to the viewing platform.
She sat back down in her seat, even elegantly crossing her legs.
One hand rested on the table, the other supported her chin.
On the platform, she just looked straight, with great interest, at Aqina, who was still confused.
As if she were enjoying some interesting performance.
Aqina: “…” She looked down at the file that had suddenly appeared in her hand.
Then looked up at Lady Rosalyne, who was eagerly waiting to watch the show.
And then felt the countless gazes gathering around her again, just like stage lighting.
“Damn Big Cat!” “This is really stressful!” ————————
It might not seem tempting right now but who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”