Chapter 400: with translation of chapter title

Great Emperor: 【Kid, I heard this shipment's profit is down by ten percent, huh? Not coming to report to the company—did you chicken out?】

Yuehuanshe: 【You're joking, isn't Moon-chase Logistics' market share in the Boundary Gate District naturally stronger than that ten percent profit?】

Great Emperor: 【Before this, my Penguin Logistics has never suffered a single loss!】

Yuehuanshe: 【? Can you still recall…the company's development history when you first came to this city?】

Great Emperor: 【Now let's talk about the salary for ninety percent of the profit.】

——————Yuehuanshe withdrew a message——————

Yuehuanshe: 【What message did I just send, boss? Do you still remember?】

Great Emperor: 【About your overtime.】

Yuehuanshe: 【Eh?】

Great Emperor: 【Now Moon-chase Logistics, citing our inefficiency, demands we resign the contract and lower the cooperation frequency.】

【Is this also in your plan, kid? To avoid the overtime segment?】

Yuehuanshe: 【How could it not be? They will surely secretly smear our company's reputation in the industry, so theoretically my overtime will increase later.】

Great Emperor: 【"Theoretically"?】

Yuehuanshe: 【Um…for a while, the chairman of Moon-chase Logistics will be busy, probably unable to attend to his various enterprises.】

Great Emperor: 【Not even have time to manage the company he himself helped build?】

Yuehuanshe: 【In life, occasional unexpected events happen, right?】

【Like occasional days of everything going wrong, even being destroyed by a sudden misfortune that wrecks the rhythm of life, and amidst the chaos we can only handle what's in front of us.】

【Unable to attend to many things.】

【You say so, right? Boss.】

【You are very experienced in life.】

Great Emperor: 【…Offending you, kid, counts as his bad luck.】

Yuehuanshe: 【No no no, it's not that offending me brings bad luck, but because he's already unlucky, so possibly offending me.】

Great Emperor: 【I think there's no difference.】

Yuehuanshe: 【The difference here is huge—the biggest distinction is that many things are just sitting there, and I merely give them a light push.】

Great Emperor: 【Forget it, it doesn't matter anyway; the express delivery three days from now also needs your supervision—don't be late.】

Yuehuanshe: 【Is this really a time to talk about work so calmly?】

Great Emperor: 【When the boss talks to an employee, if not about work, what else could it be? Ideals?】

Yuehuanshe: 【Talk about hidden risks.】

Great Emperor: 【Penguin Logistics now has quite a few employees, types often repeat, but you—there's probably no second one like you,】

Yuehuanshe: 【You previously said I resembled Miss Cutellina.】

Great Emperor: 【When you stop hiding your true self, you resemble a maid from the Salvatore household even more.】

Yuehuanshe: 【Um…thanks for the praise?】

Great Emperor: 【You don't think resembling her is a compliment, do you? Well then, the boss's limited concern segment for employees ends here.】

Yuehuanshe: 【Goodbye, boss!】

"Also just at times like this one acts so refreshingly," snickered and shook the head, the flat‑furred beast with fin‑like limbs propped on the table turned its head toward a not‑distant employee, "What do you think of that little brat?"

"I?" The employee sharing a name with a certain great race, his gaze on the email content paused slightly, a swipe of the mouse drew out the boss's message record.

After reading ten lines at a glance, only a few seconds later, Yi Si opened his mouth: "You don't already have a conclusion yourself?"

"An excellent boss occasionally listens to some employee opinions," Great Emperor raised his chin proudly, "Moreover, hasn't Sostima come to you again for staff maintenance? Didn't that girl mention this operation?"

"Miss Shi Huaiya's report is also here with you; would you like to take a look?"

"Don't change the subject, also stop staring at the screen, look over here!"

"Is this what the boss should say?" Yi Si turned his head speechlessly, "I'm looking at our company's financial statements."

"Just answer seriously and it'll pass."

The penguin, acting unreasonably mischievous, picked up the bottle on the table, then naturally filled his own cup first.

"Just hand those tasks over to the new little guys, and also make good use of those few capable little beasts—sigh, the times have changed, I too have to keep a few little brats I dislike for the company's development."

"Haven't you already changed a few times?" As Yi Si's typing speed slowed, a righteous voice suddenly spoke, "Think carefully, you in Leta ni ya fiddled with the conductor's baton, those ridiculous scores, and those black‑white keys—" Bang!

Unfortunately, the sudden spark burst on the "righteous one," while the black pistol still emitted white smoke on the penguin's fin‑like limb.

No one knows where he pulled it from.

Only his deep, resonant voice could be heard solemnly saying: "Even if I invited you, speaking without restraint will still get you shot, Zaro."

"Not bad, anyway we aren't close enough to hang out, right?"

The shattered black mist re‑merged, the black wolf leapt onto the table and directly bit off a wine bottle on it.

The bottle mouth instantly shattered, yet it showed no concern for injury or blood, raised its long jaw high, and easily gulped down the liquid mixed with glass shards.

Then it hurled the bottle aside—only to be caught by a certain overworked laborer who lifted his hand, predicting the trajectory precisely.

"Mr. Zaro, please raise your noble mouth, don't add to my burden."

This remark surprised the black wolf: "…You're also in charge of cleaning here?"

"An old habit," beneath the emotion‑less helmet, only the voice was calm enough, "I used to handle cleaning before."

"The company grew, cleaners were hired, but this habit can't be changed, so this fellow is born to toil."

Not far away, the penguin shook his head: "Zaro, how's the situation this time?"

"You really do care about those few girls."

"You aren't also hiding in Lapland's shadow like a stalking pervert, are you?"

"I…" The black wolf wanted to speak but hesitated, pondering whether, to explain, he needed to admit his status as the other's attendant—and if that was necessary.

Although it's not that one cannot admit losing to a human.

But if one admits it in front of this penguin, it could be recorded and widely spread, and be laughed at for years.

So it ultimately could only return to the topic: "There's nothing to say; the whole team hasn't experienced any real danger or battle, and that little devil named Zhuxun from the Gospel class also lacks real killing intent."

"Really that calm? I thought the young lady from the Shihuai family had omitted something important, after all seeing her getting along well with the little devil Lindon."

"He and your few employees' relationship isn't much better," Zaro sneered, "Bringing in such a young yet deeply scheming fellow, it's really a wonder you can sit still."

"What's there to be unable to sit still about? You think I'll be stood up like you?"

"……"

The black wolf, touched by that past, fell silent; the anger in its pupils merely flashed and gone, and this also made the penguin's eye corner twitch in a human-like way: "You've really improved a lot, haven't you been beaten often?"

"I'm leaving." Zaro didn't even want to bother with this guy, directly turning into dissipating black mist and drifting away.

"See you out," the insincere penguin didn't even bother with a symbolic wave, greeting thus, took a sip of his cup, then continued harassing his subordinate: "Is, let's continue our previous topic!"

"Boss——" Is sighed, dragging out his tone helplessly.

"Back then, Dr. Rosha spoke highly of Mr. Lindon, and we all know he doesn't speak without basis."

"You really don't want to chat with me?"

"I hope you can come when I'm on vacation; besides that, I recommend you go find Kesong or Nengtian shi."

"Mosutim might also not refuse."

——

"Is Little Snake up late?"

"How so?"

"Today's grilled eel seems a bit burnt."

"You can still notice this kind of thing?"

"Don't underestimate people! Even Chazuo thinks you're definitely staying up late!"

"Hmm... I have a few things to attend to."

"Being busy refers to staying up all night to finish a small manuscript and rapidly release it."

"The popular science documentary guru, silent for six years, has reappeared, with the direct result being that Umastagram discussions in the late-night and early-morning time slots are debating whether someone has finally remembered their account."

"Aomo naturally wouldn't use that alternate account to check feedback; at most he'd open the main account to return to the 'crime scene,' lest the alternate be manipulated by someone with intent, digging up Morrisen."

"Like using a guardian's ID and phone number to register an account when young—this is quite common for minors, right!"

"That alternate account was also abandoned because of the exposure incident with Morrisen."

"Otherwise, Aomo might be far more famous on Umastagram than now, and all with good reputation."

"The popular science documentary about horse girls' careers, when investigating and understanding many horse girls, uses those results to write spin‑offs."

"Filtered out many unnecessary obscure records and private‑life content."

"What is written is far less in content compared to the original draft."

"But for ordinary fans, it's enough to earn their utmost admiration."

"After all, some information isn't even known by the horse girl's true fans, and we don't know where that Umastar teacher found it, content that could receive official recommendation."

"Aomo says he filtered it out from creepypasta websites and shady illegal forums; they might not believe it."

"However, this doesn't matter; the good reputation of the Umastar teacher comes not just from monthly horse‑girl science popularization, but also from his intense interaction with people."

"Whether certified horse girls, horse‑girl fans, or Umastagram accounts claiming to be horse girls, one often sees his comments or replies."

"He is always very enthusiastic and very friendly; there have even been cases where a few certified horse girls accused of fixing races provided performance details of the opponent before and after the match as evidence to prove they were simply in poor condition."

"He was once even suspected of being some kind of online detective."

"Even real online detectives would come and greet him in their own way."

"Then… then the message was sent to the bound phone number."

"That was one of the few times Morrisen could educate, even admonish, Aomo."

"Worth remembering by the electronic vampire."

"At the same time, it is undoubtedly Aomo's 'immature past' in his eyes."

"Thus a certain Umastarsensei vanished from the human world early on."

"Only at 16, when he could register with his own data, did he return to racing on Umastagram."

"His style completely changed; he no longer does horse‑girl documentaries but often writes match commentary and cheering literature for horse girls, and was once hired by many horse‑girl fan clubs' leaders to write."

"He was also given several times, in Aomo's view, troublesome titles where the hassle outweighed the benefit."

"Fortunately, there probably aren't any now."