The other party was serious, but Fang Zong was not intimidated.
He lit a cigarette, took a puff, stubbed it out, and switched to a cigar.
Upon seeing Fang Zong's simple action, Old Wang's serious expression suddenly crumbled, and he clenched his teeth as if he wanted to devour Fang Zong.
"Hey kid, you're pretty cool!"
[If you don't want to smoke cigarettes, you can switch to cigars; if you don't want to be part of the Demon Slayer Corps, you can find another place, right?]
Are you really going to turn on me?!
Though he was secretly furious, Old Wang could only put on a smiling face, because now that things had come to this, Fang Zong really had many choices.
They can join the Ghost Slayer Team, the Daoist Alliance, or even go back to join the League of Legends or the FBI!
The world has changed. Ghosts roam freely, and countries can travel freely without hindrance. Passports are issued very easily.
Fang Zong can fly to either side at any time.
I eat hamburgers in the US in the morning and then rush home to cook hot pot in the evening, adding lots of red chili peppers and eating until my mouth is full of oil, feeling really happy.
Which power would refuse such a young and promising junior expert as Fang Zong?
"Alright, let me tell you the truth, old man."
Old Wang's expression turned serious again, and he said in a low voice, "I know you are decisive and efficient, but there is one thing you must understand: our Ghost Killing Team is a special department, but it is not above the local government!"
Such a sensitive topic!
Should we get straight to the point?
Fang Zong became interested and blinked: "How so?"
Old Wang said, "The world economy goes through a wave every twenty years, each one a natural development of society. It's like the wave of layoffs in our Eastern country in the 1890s, or the wave of people going into business at the same time. Accumulating capital, swallowing up the weak, growing and becoming stronger, you could say that every economic company is built on a mountain of bones. Who will seek justice for those bones?"
"What does this have to do with 996?"
"There's no difference!"
Old Wang said coldly, "An eight-hour workday, five days a week, that's forty hours. And with two hours of overtime every day, plus one day of overtime on the weekend, that's a whopping twenty-four hours! This is an underestimate since Sunday isn't included, but proportionally, it already exceeds fifty percent of the profit! Plus, no overtime pay on weekends and no salary on weekdays, reducing costs, the profit can reach two hundred percent or even more!"
Fang Zong nodded: "And then?"
"You must know how crazy capital can get when profits exceed 200%?"
"And then what?"
"Such high profits contribute to tax revenue, local GDP, and the local government's performance record. Do you think that, given the dual competition between corporate profits and local government achievements..."
"I feel like the so-called 'profit' has exceeded the law, right?"
Fang Zong suddenly interrupted Old Wang, his voice even colder, "May I ask Old Wang, what are the regulations for working hours in our country? What is the percentage of overtime pay? What are our country's founding policies? Is there any justice after someone dies?"
Four consecutive questions, each one piercing to the heart.
Old Wang was stunned for a moment. Before he could react, he saw Fang Zong had already stood up and was at the door in an instant.
“But this is the economic tide of the times…” Old Wang exclaimed.
Fang Zong interrupted again, saying directly: "The tide of the times is the resurgence of ghosts! Elder Wang, I only have one question for you: if a pitiful person who died suddenly becomes a ghost, you would definitely kill him. If his soul is branded on the Three Lives Stone, you would not need to pay any attention to him. But if he becomes a spirit ghost, would you have the face to see him?"
If you have the nerve to show your face, utter a sound. I'll pretend I was never here today.
If you're too ashamed to face them, then don't fucking flaunt your incorruptibility all day long, and definitely don't pretend to be poor and powerful!
With that, Fang Zong turned around, decisively flicked his middle finger, and cursed, "Disgusting!"
"You, you, you brat, do you even have any sense of reason?" Old Wang roared.
Fang Zong immediately raised his fist.
Considering Old Wang's strength, I'd better give up; I can't beat him.
I might as well leave again and find someone I can beat to reason with.
"You brat, come back here!" Old Wang pretended to be cowardly.
First, he stalled Fang Zong, then stared at him, took out his phone, gritted his teeth, and looked hesitant.
Finally, I checked my conscience and realized I was really scared.
…………
That noon, the Demon Slayer Corps issued a notice.
The matter is very simple: the Demon Slayer Corps' East Branch in the capital city is open to the public. Everyone, from major television stations to public accounts and small anchors, is welcome to enter and freely visit the branch.
This is nothing, it's just a branch in the eastern suburbs, which isn't usually very secure, but at the same time, they announced that they would provide an explanation for the Leopard List incident.
And then... it exploded!
Television reporters arrived, accompanied by the station director, reporters from various public accounts, and anchors from different platforms, instantly filling the flight to capacity and rushing to Beijing.
Upon arrival, I saw an oval-shaped conference stage with a middle-aged man with a slightly frivolous smile standing on it.
"First of all, I won't thank everyone, because I personally am very unwilling to hold this press conference."
"Secondly, the thug in the suit and his gang beat me up many times, and I personally took pleasure in it."
"Third, ask whatever you want, but the person is not responsible for what they say because they are emotional!"
This middle-aged man was the one Fang Zong had 'acupunctured' during the pre-ranking test. He had a sly look in his eyes, specifically scanning the pretty reporters and anchors below.
They didn't even spare a middle-aged female photographer who still had her charm.
He would say "Ask anything," but before anyone could ask, he would start talking nonsense.
"This afternoon, a thug in a suit killed a company president. The initial report stated it was a manslaughter, but after verification, it turned out to be premeditated murder. Therefore, he has been removed from the Leopard List."
A reporter approached and asked, "Excuse me, do you mean that the thugs in suits premeditatedly killed someone?"
"yes."
Is there a specific reason?
"Of course!" the middle-aged man said mysteriously. "It's said to be related to the 996 incident, and it's that suit-wearing thug—yes, it was him—who made the private statement that he would kill several companies that dared to participate in the exploitative 996 work schedule. This is blatant disregard for the law. Although those company executives are also breaking the law, their crimes don't warrant the death penalty. So we removed him from the Leopard List, and I've also personally offered a reward of several tens of dollars to try and bring him to justice."
"What is the specific amount of the bonus?"
"It's already as high as 8,888 yuan. Sigh, people's hearts have changed. Nobody is willing to spend money. You know our ghost-slaying team is poor. This is all private sponsorship."
"Then, will the suit-wearing thugs continue killing, and will no one be able to stop them?"
"Of course not!" the middle-aged man declared righteously.
"Those company executives who exploit, break the law, take advantage of loopholes, and molest female subordinates can rest assured. In addition to the bonuses, we have dispatched four top generals from the Leopard Ranking—the second, third, fourth, and sixth—to capture him."
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