Chapter 6 The Wolf Triplets

A row of neat question marks slowly appeared above the heads of the three people.

Jiang Mian: ""

Then, Zhang Mo turned to Jiang Mian and said, "I admire him a lot. Give him a 50% raise on his base salary. Oh, by the way, I haven't asked his name yet."

Before the one in the middle could speak, the other two exclaimed, their previous hostility vanishing instantly, replaced by adorable, dog-like excitement: "What! A raise?!" "What about me? What about me?!"

They had originally come determined to cause trouble for the new demon clan administrator, but this interruption left the person in the middle somewhat bewildered, feeling like they'd punched cotton. After all, Zhang Mo seemed to have a pretty good attitude.

So he hesitated before answering, "My name is Lang Ri."

Lang Ri pointed to himself, then to the other two people, “These two are Lang Yue and Lang Xing. We are three brothers, from the wolf clan.”

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Jiang Mian quietly told Zhang Mo, "They're the ones who secretly ran down the mountain to play and ended up bringing back cell phones..."

Zhang Mo nodded, understanding.

It's written as "Three Wolves," but read as "Three Little Dogs," or perhaps even the kind of dogs that are huskies.

“Sun, moon, stars—easy to remember. I’m Zhang Mo, your new boss.” Zhang Mo flashed a formulaic professional smile.

"Raise my salary! Raise my salary too!" "Big brother, give me 500, I don't need that much, 300 is fine!" Lang Yue and Lang Xing were still chattering about raising their salaries when Lang Ri punched them both on the head.

The eldest brother, Langri, glared at them, signaling them to be quiet: "Shut up!"

The two then turned off their microphones.

Zhang Mo, however, discovered a blind spot: "500? I remember I just said to add 50%."

Lang Yue scratched his head, a look of confusion on his face: "Right, 50% of 1000 is just adding 500, right?"

Zhang Mo: "......"

If she remembered correctly, the minimum wage in W city, even in the suburbs, was 1,800 yuan a month.

"What are your positions in this company?" Zhang Mo asked.

Lang Xing: "Being a moderator means specifically blocking accounts that use abusive language."

Lang Xing chimed in, "Being a room manager is so boring. It's not as interesting as being the manager of the internet cafe we ​​usually go to."

Internet cafe. Zhang Mo silently repeated the word to herself.

Lang Yue pouted, a look of dissatisfaction on her face: "Exactly! What kind of lousy positions did that old bastard Wang Heng assign us? They're terrible. What's the point of blocking us? Why can't I just yell back at him on the spot?!"

Hearing them curse Wang Heng made Zhang Mo feel a little better, and she went along with it, stirring up trouble: "He only pays so little and gives you such a low-level position, and you're still willing to continue working for him?"

Lang Ri: "We did want to be live streamers, since the basic salary is high, even if you do nothing, you can still earn 2,000. But Wang Heng said we like to argue with the audience too much, so he won't let us do it."

"...You mean, all the streamers get a basic salary of 2000 yuan per month?" Zhang Mo paused for a moment, "Even if they don't stream at all?"

Lang Ri replied matter-of-factly, "Of course."

Zhang Mo thought of something: "They wouldn't include meals and accommodation, would they?"

Lang Xing didn't understand why he was asking this: "Of course! Our rental company reimburses us."

Lang Yue: "Takeout is also reimbursed."

Zhang Mo: "......" Unbelievable, they rented their own place, which means they didn't even live in a dormitory.

Upon hearing this conversation, Jiang Mian's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately wanted to run away—

Zhang Mo grabbed Jiang Mian by the collar, looking at him with a forced smile: "Anchor. You. Still. Have. Basic. Salary? And. Rent. Reimbursement? Takeout. Reimbursement? Why didn't anyone tell me about these three things?"

She remembered that the thick stack of anchor lists she had just seen contained over a hundred people.

In other words, even if these hundreds of streamers do nothing all day, I still have to spend money to support them!

Of course, these details were completely absent from the contract that was just signed. Legally speaking, Zhang Mo can completely deny them.

However, since she now intends to prolong her life by using the identity of "demon clan administrator," canceling all previous benefits right away could easily incite these demon clan members, who are unlikely to follow the rules, to rebel.

only--

With a basic salary of 2000 plus rent and a month's worth of takeout, it roughly adds up to at least 5000.

5000 multiplied by 100, that means these guys' basic monthly salary alone would be 500,000!

This isn't just inheriting a company; it's inheriting a huge amount of installment debt!

She knew it! What good could a bastard like Wang Heng, who gave birth but didn't raise his children, possibly do for her?!

Jiang Mian laughed awkwardly: "Hehehehe... Well, I'll tell you now..."

Zhang Mo looked at him and slowly revealed a "kind" smile: "Assistant Jiang, what other surprises do you have that I don't know about?"

Jiang Mian: "...Really, there isn't any left."

Zhang Mo glared at Jiang Mian, then turned to Lang Rilang, Lang Yuelang, and said with a smile, "By the way, you three have been in the city for so long, have you ever been to a nightclub?"

Upon hearing this, the three little wolves immediately perked up their ears: "I've heard of that place; it sounds like it's really fun." "Young people from the human race all like to go there!" "But why do I hear it's incredibly expensive?"

Zhang Mo waved his hand generously: "To celebrate becoming your new boss today, and to celebrate the change of government, I've booked the most expensive nightclub in the city. Everyone can eat, play, and drink as they please; it's all on me."

Jiang Mian: "Hey! But that money seems..." It seems we haven't decided yet whether to use the company's remaining working capital...

Unfortunately, Jiang Mian was interrupted before she could finish speaking by the excited cheers of the three little wolves: "Ooooh ooooh!!!"

Zhang Mo frowned slightly, looking troubled: "However, there's still a small problem. Assistant Jiang said the company's working capital can't be touched. But one can't go back on their word..."

The three nodded frantically, completely led by the nose by Zhang Mo.

Seeing this, she suddenly pushed Jiang Mian into the group of three, her expression inscrutable: "Do you think Assistant Jiang could make an exception? Or perhaps offer some private financial assistance or something..."

Jiang Mian: "??????"

Three imposing werewolves, each 185cm tall, rubbing their hands together, instantly surrounded the petite, delicate mermaid, who was only 172cm tall and had slender arms and legs and couldn't take care of herself.

"Assistant Jiang, you don't want to get hurt, do you?"

"I'll have to trouble you to cooperate."

Amidst Jiang Mian's wailing, Zhang Mo leisurely took out her phone and snapped a picture of the scene: "Absolutely stunning!"

I'll blur the image a bit and submit it directly to the ABO fanfiction section!