Master of Kaidan-Chapter 555 Hatred Will Gradually Shift

"Please come in."

As the voice sounded from within, Alfred pushed open the door, accompanied by his invisible drone and a crowd of viewers, and entered the office.

The HR Manager sitting in front of the desk looked like a standard greasy middle-aged man, with hair that was thinning but not bald and a slight beer belly but still within sight.

Seeing Feng Xue stepping in, he immediately said with an unquestionable tone,

"Your resume is excellent but you’re just a fresh graduate, after all. How capable you are in practice is anyone’s guess, and as for internships, we all know what that’s about. As for completing designs or such, you and I both know that’s not happening."

[Here it comes, the first lesson of joining, devalue the newbie.]

[I’m dying, this HR Manager’s PUA level is too low.]

[It’s not that he’s lacking skills, it’s just he can’t be bothered to pull high-level tactics with you because, under normal circumstances, no matter what he says, in the end, you can only go ’yes, yes, right.’]

[Yeah, like you could just whip out a resume of a project’s lead planner and slap it on his face, right? If you had that kind of clout, would you bother applying for jobs in No Man’s Land?]

...

Rows of barrage comments rapidly emerged, clearly from the oppressed office workers who were habitual victims of such treatment.

Yet Alfred seemed unconcerned as he said,

"I understand what you’re saying, so let’s cut to the chase and talk about the compensation."

"..." The HR Manager slightly frowned at these words but still handed over the contract,

"Take a look at the contract, and once you’ve signed it, you can join us. Additionally, our company’s contract has a confidentiality clause..."

"I get it." Alfred cut him off mid-sentence, scanning the document from top to bottom. To the surprise of the audience watching the live stream, the contract...

seemed quite fair?

"Fair my ass. Look at these intellectual property regulations and the termination provisions, not to mention what’s included in the confidentiality clauses—and yeah, the most outrageous is this ultimate interpretation right... Aren’t these just overbearing clauses?"

Alfred communicated to the live stream viewers through brainwave interaction, only to see the barrage comments respond—

[Isn’t that pretty standard though?]

Seeing these comments, Alfred’s mouth twitched slightly as he said with disbelief,

"Have you guys really never even looked at the ’Labor Law’?"

[Why bother with that stuff, no one follows it anyway.]

[Yeah, these days, which company actually abides by the ’Labor Law’?]

...

"Alright then." Alfred, though he had anticipated such a response, still found the viewers’ completely accustomed attitudes somewhat dumbfounding.

He had his own preparations, though. Frowning slightly, he pointed to the salary part of the contract and said,

"Everything else seems fine, but a thousand a month, isn’t that a bit too low?"

"Oh, you mean that?" the manager replied, straightening up slightly, but, contrary to what the viewers expected, he didn’t continue with manipulative tactics or make empty promises. Instead, he explained quite ordinarily,

"Our land plot 1774 has an independent currency system with relatively low prices. Generally speaking, 200 is enough to cover expenses including utilities, accommodation, and basic medical care. Of course, if you plan to eat nutrition paste, you could save even more. However, bear in mind that there are no capsule apartments here; housing expenses will cost at least a hundred a month."

"Issuing private currency is illegal, right?" Alfred’s face showed the pure stupidity unique to students, but the manager spoke with earnest emphasis,

"Do you know what private land plots are? Theoretically, the whole plot is considered ’inside a residence.’ Isn’t it perfectly normal for the family elders to hand out little red flowers or dessert exchange coupons? It’s just that compared to those things, our ’Ming Coins’ can buy much more."

Damn, so it’s an illegal plot with its own currency, which means there’s a special forbidden goods trade going on inside!

Spill it, what kind of forbidden goods?

Who could know, currency from plot number 117 can somehow obtain Hunter warheads from certain channels, plot 333’s currency can secure a Silver Reaper, plot 908 has 6...

Go on, has 6 what?

Don’t wait, he’s been cut off.

Watching the chaotic comments in the live stream, Alfred nodded slightly, then added,

"So that means credit points can’t be used in this plot?"

"You can use them, but you’d have to go to the bank to exchange them. These past few days the rate’s been about 1:5, which is 1 Ming Coin for 5 credit points. But keep in mind, the exchange of Ming Coins is limited. Each person can only exchange 200 Ming Coins per month, which is about the price of basic expenses. The bank offers around a total of one million in exchange each month. However, the reverse exchange is unlimited."

The HR manager explained things very carefully, giving off a much different vibe from that PUA offender before; but Alfred frowned slightly, pondering,

"That means one thousand a month, which still seems a bit low, actually."

Hearing Alfred’s comment, the live stream went wild, because for many viewers, most of whom were not on the bottom rung consuming nutrient paste and could afford the leisure of watching live streams, an income of 1000 credit points a month was already quite substantial. In fact, if one were to lower their standard of living, like eating nutrient paste and staying in capsule hotels, enjoying everything in the virtual world, then those 1000 credit points could even be enough to go from cradle to grave.

Hearing his remark, the HR manager took it differently, merely suggesting with a twinkle in his eye,

"The value of Ming Coins isn’t just on the surface. You’ll understand once you’ve been around here for a while."

"Specialties from No Man’s Land?" Alfred showed a look of understanding, nodded, and pulled out an Expensive Steel Pen from his chest pocket, briskly signing his name.

Seeing his pen, the manager’s eyes lit up, and he immediately said,

"Alfred, that pen of yours..."

"Nice, isn’t it? It’s a limited edition, a gift from my tutor."

Alfred didn’t give the manager a chance to finish, simply standing up and saying,

"All right, one copy each. Manager, is there anything else that needs to be done?"

"..." With his attempt at soliciting a bribe interrupted, the manager didn’t continue. Youngsters usually still have a sort of naive purity just out of school. Give it some time, and he’ll learn what work really is.

With that thought, he didn’t dwell on it any further, took out the official seal to stamp on both copies of the contract, and then said,

"The design department’s office is on the second floor, on the right. It’s quite easy to find; you can head there on your own."

The streamer is getting played, even if the manager himself doesn’t go, he should’ve found a veteran to guide you. Sending you straight there is obviously a setup!

Right, in the current work environment, without a vet to guide you, the office folks will hardly even notice you.

Exactly, as a new employee no one helps you out, you could try to spend money to treat everyone, and still no one would pay you any mind!

Amidst a series of workplace sympathy comments in the live stream, Alfred followed the directions to the design department’s office. There, he saw colleagues busily working at their computers. Wanting to make a good introduction, he clapped his hands to attract their attention, then with a calm smile said,

"Hello everyone, I’m the new guy, Alfred Paradox. I’m looking forward to working with you all."

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