Chapter 1099: Chapter 768: Selling Dog Meat [01] Laying Down the Law_2
——Since when do others get to make them write reviews?!
——This is fucking disgraceful!
Nora Scott was annoyed by their noise.
She simply took out the whistle, put it in her mouth, and blew hard.
"Beep—"
The piercingly loud whistle broke through the air, rendering all sounds into oblivion.
"..."
"..."
"..."
Their ears were nearly deafened.
Meanwhile, Marcus Shaw, who was closest to Nora Scott, raised his hand to rub his ears, then glanced at Nora Scott, but dared not express even a bit of opinion.
At the same time——
Outside, orderly footsteps suddenly sounded.
Everyone’s attention was drawn away.
Soon, they saw the curtain open, with two teams of people entering, surrounding the conference table from left and right.
They wore identical camouflage uniforms, yet had no identity markings, seeming not to be part of the group stationed for guard and patrol.
However, their aura was very similar to that of the outside group, like coming from some unified system. Only, they lacked a bit of righteousness, possessing a bit more of a gangster vibe.
"Hall Master!"
Amid the astonishment of the support team, these people suddenly stood at attention, shouting in unison.
The shout attacked the conference table from all directions, leaving the support team seated around the table stunned and their heads buzzing, seemingly lingering on the brink of deafness.
"..."
They were all scholars, seeing this lineup, they were completely dumbfounded.
——Hall Master?
——The legendary "Beautiful Hall"?
——But, looking at these two rows of "bandits," their appearance hardly matches the words "beautiful."
"I don’t like listening to nonsense, nor do I like repeating myself." Nora Scott picked up a piece of apple into her mouth, eating it slowly, then slightly curved her finger, knocking on the table, "Starting now, anyone who complains and doesn’t follow orders will have to pack up and leave."
"..."
The support team instinctively wanted to resist.
But, as soon as words reached their lips, they suddenly caught sight of those two rows of glaring "bandits," and immediately fell silent.
They trembled, not daring to speak.
"Three thousand word review, seven o’clock tomorrow morning." Nora Scott returned to the initial topic, "If anyone is late, they’ll be out immediately."
"..."
No one dared to make a sound.
Her terrifyingly dangerous aura, the sudden burst of oppressive momentum, the dignity and charisma revealed by her every move, all left them unable to associate Nora Scott with the screen star notorious for "Bullying with Beauty."
Very tough.
Very beautiful.
Like a blossoming Manjushaka, tainted with poison, a touch spells death.
The few senior professors who initially scoffed at Nora Scott, relying on their experience, under such absolute force and power suppression, all involuntarily felt timid. Honestly, like aggrieved old children.
"The second issue, as far as I know, you left important equipment in Maze Village and have yet to retrieve it." Nora Scott leisurely stated, "Those are public property and are very valuable. If anything were to happen to these pieces of equipment over there, you would be held fully responsible."
"..."
Everyone’s complexion turned anxious.
Thus, Nora Scott continued: "I’m giving you a chance to make amends. Once the meeting is over, head to Maze Village immediately and bring back that equipment."
"Can’t we ask for help?" someone asked.
"Have you lost your hand or are you missing a leg?" Nora Scott mocked mercilessly.
The person: "..." Pretend I didn’t say anything, thanks.
"The third issue," Nora Scott raised her hand, pressing down on a folder on the table, then pushed it forward, throwing it to the center, "while you’ve been wasting time, I’ve compiled your issues and, coincidentally, outlined your plan for the next month."
"..."
Still, no one spoke.
But some couldn’t control their hands, pulling the folder over.
Then, opening it for a look.
There was still a glimmer of hope before looking, once they looked, they only felt darkness, with the final shred of hope completely extinguished.
——Nora Scott was too ruthless.
She scheduled tasks for them every day and set deadlines.
Wake up at five thirty, start working at six, half-hour break during the day. They worked until nine at night when their tasks ended.
Furthermore,
If they completed their work earlier in the day, they had to find themselves new tasks until promptly "clocking off" at nine.
If the day’s work wasn’t completed, even past nine at night, they had to work overtime nonstop to keep going.
This wasn’t all;
every day also required additional time to write "work records," "work summaries," "insight reflections," and a series of various "formalized" items, seemingly useless things but particularly time and energy-consuming when done.
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