The Real Way to Cultivate in the City

Chapter 129 - 121: I Already Work for You—Don’t Tell Me You Still Want a Salary?

The Real Way to Cultivate in the City

Chapter 129 - 121: I Already Work for You—Don’t Tell Me You Still Want a Salary?

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Chapter 129: Chapter 121: I Already Work for You—Don’t Tell Me You Still Want a Salary?

If you don’t know whether this improvement is temporary or permanent, then you’ve got to use it vigorously!

Physical strength and energy, for a working adult, shouldn’t they naturally be applied to working?

Debugging the "Lord Wuchang’s Overtime" webpage, along with the necessary mobile version, advertising placements, etc., all need to be synchronized and kept up...

Last night, Lord White Impermanence made a huge impression in front of the people of Ke Chen City!

This is a citywide sensation in terms of "traffic", and for the company in Ke Chen City that is the first to engage in Lord White Impermanence’s brand operations and development...

This is a fortune of immense proportions!

Everyone in the company is very enthusiastic!

Except for the boss whom nobody knows where he’s gone.

But no worries, a company that can make money without the boss present is a good company.

"Xiao Shuai, this new user’s suggestion seems to have practicable potential."

Xiao Shuai took his colleague’s computer and looked at the recent comment. He also felt that opening up the object of electronic incense offerings could be a nice choice.

With no boss around, the company practices flat management. Xiao Shuai called out and immediately organized everyone for a meeting—

Brainstorming!

First, present the customer’s needs to everyone.

"Makes sense!"

"I think it’s feasible."

"I think we can expand our ideas from this perspective."

"..."

Then, everyone started brainstorming, presenting, and debating their own ideas.

Meanwhile, someone was recording, selecting, and discussing everyone’s ideas...

Soon, Xiao Shuai and the others realized that if they followed this user’s idea, they could actually make it bigger.

They could conduct big data analysis on the "objects of offerings"—

Don’t analyze anything else, just analyze whether they are effective.

Let users rate such data.

For most people in Ke Chen City, when they encounter difficulties, they always think about offering something up...

But most of the time, people don’t know what to pray to.

So, could they offer online incense services based on backend data analysis?

They could charge a membership fee from customers and also charge the "objects of offerings" a fee.

Profit from both ends, being good to both sides.

Moreover, if incense offerings can be done online, then why not "burn" various things electronically as well?

Paper money, paper houses, paper cars, paper phones, paper computers...

All of them can be digitized!

Then label the corresponding products as "green and eco-friendly"!

If the electronically "burned" items are quite valuable, could there be a whole server announcement?

The more the group thought, the more potential they saw, and the more they talked, the more excited they became.

But for the baristas at People Come and Go Café, this felt quite uncomfortable.

At first, these tech-oriented working adults seemed pretty normal, even asking proactively for receipts after buying coffee and snacks.

It looked very legitimate at first glance.

Now...

Why does it feel a bit mystical?

Muttering names of gods that the baristas had and hadn’t heard of, occasionally exclaiming "Lord White Impermanence is amazing" and such...

This made the baristas feel somewhat scared.

And what might people do when they’re scared?

Call the police!

...

"We were discussing product operations, it’s true."

"Look, we even have a project plan on our computers."

"Officer, I think there’s a misunderstanding here, we’re all lawful citizens!"

"..."

No matter what someone is doing, when they are put in handcuffs, they’ll be forcibly calmed down.

And when detained, everyone will instinctively claim they’re wronged.

The young officer listened to the group clamoring, wanting to say, "I don’t want what you think, nor what I think, I want to see evidence"...

But his mentor had repeatedly reminded him to be steady and not jump to conclusions, as their profession was different from ordinary ones.

The young officer suppressed the urge to retort and waved to someone who looked like a small leader.

"Come on, talk to me, the rest of you quiet down a bit."

Typically, when the young officer was having conversations, it would be with his mentor too, but the mentor was called to another case, so the young officer could only find another officer who just happened to be free.

"Brother, come with me."

"Let me have a sip of water... don’t watch me drink, or I can’t drink."

As the young officer and his colleague entered the interrogation room, the senior officer was in the "Forensic Department" of the station...

"Can we confirm that the DNA of the two samples is consistent?"

"Not completely confirmed."

"What’s the probability of being unconfirmed?"

"Zero point zero zero zero zero zero zero zero... one percent."

Hearing this, the senior officer rolled his eyes, feeling that his old colleague was just teasing him.

But he didn’t have much mind for small talk, and after taking the report and thanking him, he left with the evidence bag...

Soon, the senior officer came to a room where someone was wailing. He placed his hand on the door handle, considering how to tell the woman who reported someone missing, that her husband disappeared after claiming to be working overtime, in a rented house leased by an illegal street performer?

There’s no way to just throw the evidence bag at her and ask if it looks familiar?

Then tell her, your husband now only has a little left, where the rest went, we’re still investigating....

"When my husband is out, we agreed he’d message me every two hours. He hasn’t replied in two hours, which means something must have happened. We’ve been married all these years, I can tell when he’s not well!"

...

Hell of Affairs.

A middle-aged man with deep eye bags was confined to a table with various documents on it, and on his head and shoulders, someone was half-squatting...

The middle-aged man wanted to get up but couldn’t move.

"Let me out!"

"I’m begging you, let me out!"

"Buddy, whatever you want, I’ll give you once I’m out!"

"..."

The Forum Moderator sighed and said seriously:

"I’ve told you many times, once you finish the work in front of you, you can leave, these are tasks you’re familiar with."

The middle-aged man looked at the stack of documents that didn’t seem that high, thinking that every time he completed a piece of work, two more pieces would appear.

The more he did, the more there was, and the more there was, the more he did.

He couldn’t stop...

Moreover, he’s been here for a long, long time.

Working without sleep or rest here, but how long exactly, he had no idea.

A day, a week, or a month?

He only knew that this ever-growing workload made his stress levels increasingly unbearable, and since he couldn’t finish these tasks, he would suffocate in this space, and if he worked faster and did more, there would be a chance...

Of dying later.

Every time he died, the middle-aged man felt immense terror, and the more terrifying part was, he’d wake up in this place again after dying.

What kind of place is this!

Hell???

Looking at the person wailing beneath him, the Moderator shook his head, bent over to take the middle-aged man’s pen, and stabbed it into his eyes. As he screamed, papers were stuffed into his mouth, and one by one, his hair was pulled out...

"How many times do I have to tell you to work diligently? How come you never listen?"

"Isn’t it nice working here? No need to deal with the wife, parents, and kids at home, no need to handle annoying bosses, no need to use lies to brush off family and friends, no need to spawn cowardly and perverse desires, it’s so good. I’m helping you..."

"I’ve even given you work, you wouldn’t be expecting wages, would you? I have none of those frivolous things here. I’m using work to cleanse your soul and body."

"..."

The middle-aged man listened to the madman’s murmurs, feeling his strength depleting, himself...

About to die again?

Save me! Can someone save me!

...

[Ke Chen’s Little World upgraded to Ke Chen’s Little World]

[Ke Chen’s Little World laws no longer visible]

[Lin Hao’s realization completed]

[The exceptionally insightful Lin Hao comprehended the sister Chapter of the Eight-Nine Profound Skill (Nine Revolutions Primordial Skill) — Zero Seven Profound Skill]

[Zero Seven Profound Skill:

The Zero Seven Profound Skill is a Mysterious Sect Divine Power that combines with the "Seeking Immortality Basic Technique" rules understanding; it can be cultivated anytime, anywhere, refining into the Transformation Realm. It achieves various divine power effects such as Vajra Indestructible, Poison Immunity, and Change at Will. It currently consists of two parts, the first part being the Nine to Five Chapter using Divine Power Fragment (High Tier) as the medium, and the second part being the Late Five Early Nine Chapter using Divine Power Fragment (Perfect) as the medium...]

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