Three days later, Robin had a desk added in the outer area of his office - the domain of his assistant Xiao Zhu, with a nameplate for the intern.

On the first day of her "work", Fu Luo encountered all sorts of issues.

First, as soon as she entered the building in the morning, she was stopped by the security guard.

In Fu Luo's limited life experience, she rarely considered her attire. She wore school uniforms for over a decade, then started wearing military uniforms after getting into military school. In any case, she only had a few days off each year. At home, a few sets of casual sportswear were enough.

Because she was going to Robin's place that day, she specifically found what she considered the most formal and presentable outfit - she dug out a men's suit from somewhere, with leather shoes that had less than three-centimeter heels. She even purposely carried an old, empty briefcase for show.

As a result, she was subjected to a round of questioning by the dedicated building security guard.

Guard: "Who are you looking for? Which floor?"

Fu Luo: "12th floor."

The guard suspiciously looked her up and down. "Are you selling insurance or bank cards?"

Fu Luo: "..."

Seeing that she didn't respond, the guard continued, "Or are you delivering food? Packages? Food deliveries aren't allowed in, tell them to send their robots down to get it. For packages, you need to take the freight elevator up."

Fu Luo hesitated for a second before making a decision about her professional direction. "Packages then."

Guard: "Next time remember to wear your delivery company uniform to make it easier for us to manage."

Not wanting to waste words, Fu Luo perfunctorily nodded at the guard and was about to head for the freight elevator.

The guard still wouldn't let up and chased after her with a database terminal the size of a business card. "Wait! Hey man, come back! You need to leave a record with me first!"

In the freight elevator, a row of cargo robots sat in a line. One of them seemed to be malfunctioning, continuously circling around Fu Luo's feet. After being kicked to the side, it even let out a suspicious "clank" sound, as if it had been made to cry. Facing the reflective wall of the freight elevator, Fu Luo carefully examined her outfit and thought gloomily, "Can't I pretend to be a white-collar worker for once? My collar is a foot long!"

But when she actually reached the 12th floor, she realized that what happened earlier wasn't the security guard's fault.

The entire floor was Robin's territory. A huge glass door, with dazzling wallpaper playing dynamic images of fashion shows - handsome men, beautiful women, fragrant hair - even the air seemed to be filled with an intoxicating scent.

Fu Luo carefully studied the two ceramic mannequins, one male and one female, at the entrance. Borrowing from their eye-catching clothing and accessories, she properly realigned her self-perception.

"So I'm just a country bumpkin in a sack!" She realized with a start. "The security guard was quite polite, he didn't even say I was here to fix the plumbing."

Perhaps she lingered too long at the door. Before she could even ring the bell, the beautiful receptionist came out with a professional smile and politely asked, "Hello sir, who are you looking for? Do you have an appointment?"

With the development of technology and the population decline, the cost of high-level manual labor has also risen. This young lady not only looked pleasing to the eye but also had impeccable professional qualities. Even if it was really an uninvited plumber in front of her, she could still make them feel like a breath of fresh air, clearly indicating her salary was not low.

What a wealthy boss.

Fu Luo said, "I'm looking for Teacher Robin, he knows I'm coming."

As soon as the beauty heard her speak, she immediately froze, quickly scanning Fu Luo from head to toe, and hurriedly apologized, "Ah, miss, sorry sorry, please follow me."

From the moment Fu Luo was led inside, she felt like a Class-A protective spaceship entering a mutated space zoo, with her unique dirt-covered appearance, subjected to merciless stares along the way.

Every employee who was originally busy would involuntarily stop what they were doing as she passed by, watching her leave with a look of "what is this creature's purpose on Earth".

...Even the receptionist leading the way couldn't help but shudder, feeling like the familiar office had suddenly become treacherous.

The receptionist brought Fu Luo to the door of Teacher Robin's office and pressed the doorbell. "Boss, a guest surnamed Fu is here."

The door automatically opened from the inside, and Teacher Robin's somewhat hoarse voice came from the inner room, "She's not a guest, have her make a record."

The receptionist asked blankly, "Huh? What?"

Teacher Robin grew impatient, his voice noticeably irritated, "I said have her register for permanent access at the office door, then give her assistant permissions. It's that simple, how many times do you want me to repeat it?"

The two words "assistant" successfully blew up the receptionist's teetering sanity. She turned her head with a creak, looking up at Fu Luo. Now, even the exquisite makeup couldn't hide the two words "help me" slowly appearing on her little face.

Fu Luo felt very sorry for the huge shock she caused her and could only smile at her innocently.

As a true wealthy boss, Teacher Robin had a super luxurious suite office. The inside was his personal territory, while the outside was where his assistant Xiao Zhu worked. Fu Luo walked to her desk and found that the office desk was unusually large, even bigger than the command console she had interned at for half a year in the Space Combat Third Department. The desktop was empty, with only an office computer occupying a small corner.

At first, Fu Luo thought there must be some amazing mechanism under the desk. She rummaged around but found that the desk was just as clean inside and out, with the scent of paint remover still lingering on it, brand new.

She secretly glanced at Xiao Zhu's desk and, after being shocked by the one-meter-square area piled a foot high with personal cosmetics, understood the purpose of the large desk.

At this time, Teacher Robin's voice came from inside, "Xiao Luo, come in."

Clearly, being a wealthy boss isn't that easy.

Robin was already as busy as a dog at this point. The huge table was filled with various materials and hand-drawn sketches, and even the computer screen was raised to mid-air to make space. A giant spreadsheet was projected on the snow-white office wall, with a bunch of terms that Fu Luo had never heard of scribbled all over it. The waste paper basket was already piled up like a mountain, and the cleaning robot, with a cigarette butt on its head, was silently poking in the corner, focused on being dead.

Hearing the footsteps, Robin looked up from his work at hand, and with just a glance at Fu Luo, he felt his retina was subjected to a brutal biochemical attack. He took three deep breaths in a row, barely suppressing his irritability, and said to Fu Luo in a listless voice, "Luo Luo, uncle has a request for you. Can you wear women's clothing tomorrow?"

Fu Luo candidly told him without any evasion, "I can't fit into it."

Teacher Robin asked in a trembling, gentle voice, "You can find some unconventional shoulder and sleeve designs. Surely there must be some vintage loose bat sleeves that are popular this year that you can fit into, right?"

"Okay," Fu Luo readily agreed, "I'll go online and buy a bat sleeve top in a bit."

Although it was a forced compromise, her attitude was still relatively cooperative, which at least allowed Teacher Robin to breathe a sigh of relief.

As a result, he heard Fu Luo add another sentence, "It's just that I might look a bit like Batman when I wear it."

Teacher Robin: "..."

No one had time to pay attention to her all morning. Teacher Robin seemed to be busy designing an image plan for a major client, while the others, led by Xiao Zhu, were preparing for a product launch.

Fu Luo noticed that Xiao Zhu took twelve phone calls and went in and out seven times within an hour, with advertising brochures piled up at her feet.

Since she had come here, Fu Luo didn't want to cause trouble for others or appear ignorant. She first went online as she said she would and bought a bat sleeve top with instant delivery. Then she sat in front of the computer with full concentration, reading the company profile like memorizing vocabulary, and tried to memorize the product names, which she had no idea what they were, into her brain.

Just as she was memorizing the 102nd model of beauty tools, a little problem arose on Xiao Zhu's side.

She had two communication terminals plugged into both ears at the same time. First, she said to one side, "I don't want to know which one is broken or what the malfunction is. I just want to know when the things I want will arrive on the 12th floor!"

Then she said to the other side, "Please help me coordinate, okay? I really can't handle it here... Ah!"

She was too preoccupied with multitasking and stepped into a gap in the carpet, nearly falling flat on her face.

Xiao Zhu irritably grabbed the corner of the table, ready to climb up. When she looked up, she found Fu Luo walking up to her.

"Oh," Xiao Zhu came to her senses, remembering that she had neglected this boss's connection all morning. She quickly apologized, "Look at me, I haven't even shown you around the office yet. It's been such a hectic morning. How about I treat you to lunch at the cafeteria in a bit?"

Fu Luo shook her head, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Xiao Zhu hesitated for a moment, "Well..."

She looked towards the inner room, seeking the boss's permission.

Robin waved his hand without even looking up, "It's fine, if you can't handle it, find something for her to do."

And so, Fu Luo arrived at the logistics management department of the building's property management on the first floor.

A batch of trial products and advertising brochures for the guests arrived downstairs at the same time. One of the two transport robots allocated to the 12th floor happened to be broken. For ordinary office building transport robots, the force limit is usually between 80 and 100 kilograms. So for equipment maintenance, it is stipulated that items weighing more than 80 kilograms must be lifted by two transport robots simultaneously.

Xiao Zhu asked Fu Luo to go to the logistics management department to urge them to fix that damn robot quickly.

For some reason, the robots on every floor were overloaded that day. When Fu Luo arrived on the first floor, she found that the broken robots in the logistics management department were lined up in a reinforced formation, with parts scattered all over the place.

Fu Luo showed the repair tag, and the person in charge ran out to explain to her, sweating profusely, "This time the overload burned out the processor. It needs to be replaced and the setting program needs to be re-debugged. It really can't get back to its post anytime soon..."

Fu Luo: "Can we borrow from other floors?"

"Well..." The person in charge rubbed his bald forehead, "The paths of the transport robots are fixed, and the robots from other floors are not interchangeable. If you really want to use them, you also need to bring them over to reset the program, which is not much faster than repairing this one... Please be patient, we will do our best to..."

Before he could finish his words, Fu Luo had already turned and left.

Ten minutes later, the freight elevator stopped on the 12th floor.

Xiao Zhu, who was checking the VIP list with her colleagues, suddenly heard someone at the door say, "Oh! What... what is this?"

Fu Luo replied, "Trial products."

Xiao Zhu turned her head in pleasant surprise, "It's fixed so quickly..."

Her words got stuck in her throat, and her whole body froze in the posture of turning her head, like an antelope grabbed by the neck - only to see the two large boxes of trial products stacked on top of each other on the small transport cart, and the lonely robot making grasping and lifting motions according to the set program, kicked aside by Fu Luo's foot.

Then this brave warrior bent down and lifted the two large boxes together.

"Please open the door for me," Fu Luo said to the receptionist, who was once again shocked, "and make way."

The foolish transport robot maintained its arms-raised transport posture, carrying air and trotting after her, like a loyal little follower.

Fu Luo: "Where should I put them?"

The receptionist stiffly stretched out a hand and pointed to a corner of the office.

Fu Luo placed the two large trial product boxes in the designated spot, kicked the robot blocking the way again, and walked out, leaving a sentence, "There are still advertising brochures downstairs. I'll go get them. Your small cart is too petite..."

The transport robot hurriedly turned its casters to follow, only to be blocked by the glass door that "clanged" shut, turning in circles in place in vain, inexplicably appearing a bit desolate.