Chapter 212

Treat Boundary Gate District as a vast urban area; the so-called city center is undoubtedly the economic core of the Eastern Flame territory—the Southern District.

This is where Aomo is most familiar with the teaching district.

Prestigious schools abound, the economy thrives, and it lies especially close to the district government at the junction with the central area of Boundary Gate District.

Here the storefronts are naturally expensive, the land is astonishing, and even just securing a spot requires pulling many strings.

Aomo could secure land here only by relying on the connections of the teaching director and his foster father's company boss from before his death.

Even so, Aomo tried to minimize losses when bleeding heavily—the office's location is still rather remote, not directly standing on the commercial street, but rather a classic storefront tucked in a side alley.

It's a bit rough, but for a newly registered office, it's clearly enough.

Naturally the entrance can't be easily altered; the surface layer of Boundary Gate District prohibits neon lights and light screens from flying about, so that flashy cyberpunk style must be done in an exotic region.

But as for the internal structure, within the legal limits of spatial expansion, it's naturally up to the owner to decorate however they wish.

【Dark glass ensures indoor light isn't excessive during the day, adjusting the angle for natural light guidance;

for evening business needs, smart adjustable lights with several modes are prepared, and depending on the situation, space is left for placing primitive light sources such as candles and lighters;

fire suppression devices are everywhere, with adjustable identification modes.】

"..." Aomo raised his hand and tapped away the small screen that popped up before his eyes as he entered the lobby.

This is his first visit to the office after the other side confirmed the renovation was complete.

Thus this introductory projection light screen follows him all the way.

And when he walks by the counter, two lines pop up before his eyes:

【A retro desk in Boundary Gate District style, for organizing customer information, paired with electronic equipment while also leaving a drawer for storing paper documents;

per your request, two miniature rituals with source-energy contract effects have been additionally equipped.】

Is it necessary to explain this?

Aomo, somewhat speechless, again tapped away the light screen automatically triggered by the room's projection system.

The office's renovation items were personally chosen by him; after four-tier remodeling, for him whose brain's crystal core has weathered much but hasn't gone on strike, there's really no need to reiterate what he already knows.

But the renovation company really seems afraid of customers asking questions.

So when he steps on the carpet, another light screen pops up:

【The carpet uses composite fiber from the Spider-person Chain Company, beautiful and inexpensive, easy to clean, and is installed everywhere except the laboratory;

using this method to make up for costly wooden flooring is a common choice.】

Is there a one-click read option…

Aomo grows more helpless; this time he doesn't dismiss the light screen, just lets it pop up, and reaches out to touch the bookshelf that looks wooden but feels distinctly metallic.

【The bookshelf uses opaque glass to prevent file folder signatures from being peeped, and also has an adjustable projection device, defaulting to warm light, which you can freely adjust】

Fine…

Aomo decides to shift his gaze and walk through the office's kitchen, laboratory, washroom, and second-floor storage room, guest rooms and such.

Then he turns back and captures a confirmation of the parcel pickup point.

Although there is no community parcel pickup service, the office can apply for a more convenient designated pickup service—

—by setting up a 'transmission coordinate placement point' outside the building for the office, so arriving couriers can place a temporary transmission anchor; once they agree to accept, the parcel is transmitted directly via that anchor for handover.

For parcels already delivered in the morning, the courier certainly won't wait around that long; instead they'll leave a temporary coordinate to facilitate a spatial jump with the goods.

Then in the next second, Aomo sees the intelligent magic staff's signature 'textbook-level' magic circle fully drawn and floating in midair, immediately followed by two couriers stepping out and locking eyes with him.

"You lot make me think the parcel service in Boundary Gate District has been surrounded by Penguin Logistics."

After several seconds of mutual staring, it is Aomo's sigh that first breaks the silence.

"Nothing of the sort, we're fated to meet! Boss Aomo." The red-haired Angel chuckled.

"Aren't we already colleagues? Where does the boss come from."

"Energy Angel and Texas, we've already teamed up three times. Aomo helplessly glances at Leymei Le, then turns his head to look at Qieni Ni Na Texas."

After joining, it's natural to learn the real names behind colleagues' codenames, but Aomo truly didn't expect that Mosstima would actually be called Mosstima, and that Texas's real name would be so special—its surname is a place name from Amer District, while its given name carries a hint of Yi Luo District, giving him more knowledge than that 'Otherworld Memories' contained.

That thing can only serve as a reference; from a game perspective, the plot version of the transmigrated original protagonist likely hasn't kept up either.

"The company's main business lately is medium-sized parcels; distribution is handled by Yin Si, so maybe he noticed you." The blue-black-haired wolf woman initially rubbed her forehead, then lowered her hand, pulled a box from her pocket, and handed it to Aomo.

"This is the cargo; you need to input a key to verify identity."

"There's also a password?" Aomo exclaimed in surprise—this was something Kailifu never told him.

Seeing his surprise, Qieni Ni Na fell silent for a moment, then turned and asked: "... Energy Angel, how much time can we free up for the next order?"

"Five minutes? I think if we speed up a bit we could free eleven minutes." Leymei Le said bluntly.

Her bluntness shows extreme trust in treating the latter as an external brain.

That usually quiet wolf woman has indeed never failed to live up to her trust.

At this moment, Qieni Ni Na notices something odd from Aomo's reaction and wants to ask about his parcel status.

But as a courier, professional ethics shouldn't be like that, and as friends they aren't that close either, so she simply asks Leymei Le, who usually doesn't think much but can still move when needed.

She naturally has strong professional ethics; even though the three are coworkers who know each other's real names and still habitually use codenames, there's some flexibility—

—she turns her head and, regarding Aomo as a customer for now, says: "Aomo, you have eleven minutes to negotiate with the shipper."

Although they aren't that close as friends, Aomo's codename in Penguin Logistics is registered under his surname just like hers, so she simply calls him by name.

"No need, I think the other side did it on purpose, and I can guess as well."

Realizing he's been pranked, Aomo operates the small box, tapping several times with his forefinger; the dark, invisible sigil on the black box instantly lights up, projecting a high-tech screen.

【A book friend I've known for ten years recommended this reading app, the source-switching app! It's damn useful—I rely on it for read-aloud listening while driving or before bed to kill time; you can download. huanyuanapp here】

After typing in an easy-to-guess string of English letters on it, the box splits open, revealing several pieces of mail labeled with numbers.

"All here?" Qieni Ni Na asks.

"All accounted for, but the actual items must wait for the true recipient's confirmation—I'm just a pickup agent," Aomo nods, moving the box aside, which also clears the light screen, "Contact me if there are any issues; thanks for the trouble, get back to work."

"Boss Aomo isn't coming to help?" Lei Mie Le, hearing that, complained bitterly: "There are so many moving-related orders today, and they're all Te Lei Sen's!" "Neng Tian Shi, can't reveal customer information."

"Boss Aomo isn't an outsider either, emmmmm Lin Dun, right?"

"It seems that, compared to a codename, 'Boss Aomo' is easier for Lei Mie Le to remember."

"After I finish handling these things," Aomo pointed at the light screen, "if you have free time, go help share the workload before I greet the three horse girls under my charge."

"It's fine," Qie Lie Ni Na shook her head, "the main job is still more important."

"Yeah, I was joking," seeing Aomo actually agree, Lei Mie Le felt a bit embarrassed, "We just handle what we take on ourselves; you only count it as performance and pay if you take on extra."

"Anyway, you guys go ahead and get busy," Aomo waved his hand, "I also need to set these things up first; who knows, they might be for future employees."

"?"

"Lei Mie Le felt doubtful, but Qie Lie Ni Na had already pulled her away."

"The way those two interact really feels like looking in a mirror: the Angel with a heavenly mind and devilish brain, and the taciturn yet extraordinarily detail-oriented Texas."

"This familiarity made Aomo's attitude toward Qie Lie Ni Na also somewhat special; he now lightly laughed and waved goodbye to her."

"The latter who reactivated the transmission device, that slight doubtful gaze, obviously also noticed the difference in Aomo's attitude when dealing with her versus the Angel."

"But she didn't say anything, for now she held her doubts and waved in response, pulling the Angel into it."