I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession-Chapter 35 - 0 Promotion and Salary Increase
Chapter 35: 035 Promotion and Salary Increase
Chapter 35: 035 Promotion and Salary Increase
The junior boss didn’t fuss about Mr. Liu taking the key to the new office area and found a spare key to open the door, taking Lin An over to familiarize himself with the surroundings.
The layout here was much like that of the previous company office, also opting for an open plan. Apart from the large computer desk area, meeting rooms, and the like, were partitioned with transparent glass.
Heading toward the back corner of the office space, there began a row of ordinary walled offices.
On the door of one of them hung a sign for the “Special Projects Group,” and faint traces of the words “Logistics Group” could still be seen in the adhesive residue—marks left from the company’s past use.
“There are two more offices next door, one for me and one for you.”
The junior boss directly pushed open the middle office, which had the adhesive residue of “Finance Room,” and it looked particularly spacious. A large desk and a row of cabinets embedded into the wall were all there was, leaving enough space for two black cats to frolic around.
He glanced at the solid office door and the safe hidden in the file cabinet, nodding in satisfaction.
“The office area outside is for the outsourcing project department. We’ll be adding a programming team later on. After training with the outsourcing projects from Suxin Company, they’ll be the foundation for developing our new game.”
“But this doesn’t mean that new game development has to wait until then. Our most important task right now is to complete the game’s art design.”
“That’s the trump card.”
“Now that we’ve had a wizard come over to install surveillance, a possible act of industrial espionage, you’ll need to be careful from now on. Lock your office when you leave.”
“We can’t keep the fact that we are developing our own game a secret, but I certainly don’t want others to know what it’s going to look like and in what direction we’re heading.”
The junior boss rattled off various precautions non-stop, and before long, his secretary sashayed in with someone from HR.
It was only then that Lin An learned that with his new position as the leader of the “Special Projects Group,” his salary had jumped from the original 13,500 to 40,000.
The junior boss didn’t linger for long, reminding Lin An to finish making that green shield, and then hurriedly left with his secretary.
It was said that he was personally going to scout out some “obedient” graphic artists for Lin An.
All of this felt like a dream.
From just another programmer, he had become the leader with his own personal office, and in the future, he’s even to lead the development of a game.
Lin An was somewhat silently standing at the office door, looking at the unnaturally quiet office area. Right now, there wasn’t a soul in sight, but soon, it would undoubtedly be filled with all kinds of people.
He pursed his lips, returned to his office, and sat down in an extremely comfortable sofa-style office chair. With a gentle push with his feet, the chair spun around, and he gazed out of the floor-to-ceiling window at the software park.
In the distance, a building was enveloped in red light, clearly with the Antler Witch-Hunting Knight Order searching throughout the software park for any possible witches.
Would they search Suxin Game Software Development Company?
Would they catch Chen Xinmi?
Would it implicate Chen Xinmi’s sister, Chen Shuyun, and the members of the ‘Witches’ Gathering,’ eventually discovering that he, too, had become a wizard through their awakening ceremony?
The crisis hadn’t passed.
Chen Shuyun’s words still echoed in his ears, “The fact that you carry the blood of a witch can’t be changed. Better to awaken as a wizard early rather than suddenly turn into a Sorcerer Zombie one day. By learning witchcraft, you take control of your destiny… we actually don’t have a choice…”
“No choice…”
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Lin An muttered to himself and heaved a light sigh.
The Supernatural World was no fun at all, just like the junior boss had said–those who only know fighting and killing still needed people like him, who came from a line of merchants, to provide for them.
Lin An didn’t want to learn witchcraft. His Breathing Skill was already enough to control hallucinations, and he didn’t want to learn any more.
With human energy and time being limited, he’d rather focus wholeheartedly on his career in game development, hoping that maybe one day he’d be a celebrated big shot in the industry.
But he wasn’t like the junior boss, without a father who, even in death, left enough to cover everything, able to loudly declare disinterest, and even showing a casual mocking expression when talking about it.
It’s just that he…
Actually didn’t have a choice either.
Self-pity is not his style, Lin An closed his eyes slightly, relying on the techniques shared by a yoga blogger to adjust his breathing and mindset, calming himself down.
He was promoted with a raise, but with that came a deluge of work pressure. Leading a team to tackle projects was something Lin An felt utterly unprepared for.
After all, he used to be just an average programmer, even worrying at one point about being replaced by cheaper newcomers.
But thankfully, the mortgage seemed like less of a concern now, his salary enough to lift that burden off his shoulders.
Lin An breathed slowly, gradually opening his eyes to the fading red glow of the distant office building before making his choice.
Choose the Antler Witch-Hunting Knight Order, not the wizard!
If there really was no other choice, then he would join the side at the top of the food chain, not become the hunted prey.
The path forward was now clear.
Professor Cao had left him a pile of books, advising him to read them thoroughly.
Lin An intended not just to read them but also to memorize their contents, to know them inside out.
If he was going to do this, he was going to do it right!
If only there were enough of Chen Xinmi’s dark golden spiritual blood left, Lin An could have easily achieved this with the aid of such a miraculous substance.
But without such an advantage, he had to find other ways. Anyone who had gone through school had their own method of memorizing.
Interestingly, the effort made to better present himself in front of Professor Cao also perfectly suited his career planning.
With a clear direction, he couldn’t let everything remain just a thought.
Lin An’s ability to execute had always been strong.
He spun his office chair around to face his desk, pulling out the book “Military Preparedness – Leather Armor” from his laptop bag and started to read seriously once again.
After a while, he stood up to check the filing cabinet, found some printouts and blank notebooks, and took one notebook to jot down notes carefully.
The wisdom of the ancients sometimes amazed people, like the Q-version of porcelain and bronze figures that popped up in hot searches on his phone, always giving off the impression of a time-traveler’s work.
Lin An stumbled upon a particularly unique style of leather armor.
It looked a lot like a modern leather coat, even with a hood and a front closure similar to contemporary clothes. Only the occasional insertion of horns and bones, and a slight skew towards the style of ancient robes, differentiated it from modern leather coats.
This was obviously a style that would be ideal to adapt to a game’s artwork, which the current game art had scarcely explored before.
“Double-layer fur integrated tanning of leather, thick fur acting as a cushion…”
As Lin An took notes, his mind incessantly replayed the various illusions of demons and ghosts he had seen before, contemplating which illusion he could use to replace this primitive styling.
To make it look cooler.
“Style of the hooded robe…” Lin An muttered with furrowed brows, “That should have a certain soft feel to it, but also strong and tough…”
Immediately, he thought of Chen Shuyun’s White Snake, which exuded a sense of both softness and explosive power.
But he quickly dismissed this idea.
He shouldn’t project a wizard’s spiritual mapping into the game’s art, not even a tiny detail. Voluntarily involving himself with the transcendent powers of the supernatural world in this way, was sure to bring him trouble.
If he ever had the chance to observe a similar feeling in the illusions of an ordinary person, that would be worth his attention.
Lin An made a mental note of this and returned his full attention to the content of the book.
Just like that, he worked diligently until the end of the workday. Securing the new office area with the key the junior boss left him, he joined his colleagues in the old office to go out for barbecue.
The senior colleague brought along a few girlfriends, one of whom seemed pretty and was meant to be introduced to Lin An. However, her sharp, observant look, seemingly sizing up the price of Lin An’s clothes and accessories, dampened his enthusiasm to interact.
He was more interested in the barbecue shop owner’s father. The old man’s gaze, producing the illusion of a Multi-Handed Frog’s head, was far more intriguing to him.
The old man just sat in the corner, helping to skewer meat, and only occasionally glanced over, making the illusion appear and disappear in a flash.
