What happened to Lao Tzu's dream?!
Hu Qizhi was sitting in his office slacking off. He liked the weather today; it was a bright, sunny day with no clouds in the sky, a day full of hope and vitality.
He was even more satisfied when he saw that all his employees had perfect attendance and were never late.
It was a day full of hope and energy for the company.
After casually dealing with the things left over from yesterday, Hu Qizhi officially began his boss-style slacking off, such as looking at the sea of red stocks.
How can this be considered slacking off? This is an exercise in developing a keen sense of stock prices and the market.
Well, how should I put it? People are just so lucky, and their vision is so accurate. That's how they end up with all these red-hot stocks and such a huge company.
Hu Qizhi was extremely pleased with himself.
He leisurely brewed himself a cup of expensive Pu'er tea, took a small sip, and it truly smelled like money. It was slightly bitter at first, but a hint of sweetness lingered on his lips and teeth after swallowing.
He's considered a rather discerning tea connoisseur; this tea cake alone must cost at least tens of thousands of yuan.
I'm currently considering adding new members to my promising stock team.
There was a knock on the office door, and his beautiful, long-legged secretary, dressed in black stockings, walked in and softly called out to him, "Mr. Hu, the multi-million dollar order from Country A has been signed!"
"They said that because of your personal charm, they are even planning to give you a 10% discount."
Hu Qizhi waved his hand with a smile: "These are all just business matters, what does they have to do with my personal charm?"
A few tens of millions is just a small goal.
These few small goals made Hu Qizhi a little giddy. He felt like he was about to wake up laughing, so he quickly calmed himself down.
I vaguely realized that I was actually dreaming.
But the more beautiful the dream, the less I want to wake up from it; I want it to last until 9:00 the next morning.
It's rare to have a dream like this, so we have to make it worthwhile for him!
Hu Qizhi forced a serious and calm demeanor, having finally overcome the urge to wake up with joy, and was about to continue happily selecting stocks.
Suddenly a black cat climbed in through the window.
Dreams are usually illogical; even if he's on the 20th floor, the cat can still climb in through the window.
Hu Qizhi had no feelings for cats, but he vaguely knew that black cats were a symbol of bad luck. Seeing this cat dressed in strange clothes, he suddenly felt a bit unlucky.
I was just thinking of finding someone to get rid of this cat.
I accidentally made eye contact with that cat, and for a moment I felt a sense of disorientation.
Then the cat mysteriously disappeared. Hu Qizhi didn't think much of it and continued to happily slack off at work.
To his utter surprise, this very cat changed the course of his dream.
He simply refreshed the stock page, and the stock he was optimistic about, Future Star, started to fall, then plummeted instantly, until it finally hit the daily limit down.
What was once a vibrant red has turned into a bleak green in the blink of an eye.
Hu Qizhi: ?
This doesn't make much sense.
He rubbed his eyes, trying to steer the situation back on track.
Then my phone rang; it was a call from someone I didn't recognize.
Hu Qizhi tentatively answered the call, and then he heard that although the person on the other end was speaking English, he could inexplicably understand it and comprehend that the other party meant to cancel the contract.
Without a doubt, this is the multi-million dollar deal that was just signed.
Hu Qizhi: ...?
Well, the collapse of the dream didn't stop there.
He stood up, intending to clear his head, but the ground shook as he stood up.
Then, in the blink of an eye, good heavens, where is my magnificent company?! Where is my huge company???
How did it all disappear in the blink of an eye? It feels like it was vandalized, robbed, and used for zero-dollar shopping.
Damn it, how did it turn into a nightmare?
Hu Qizhi greeted him warmly, but by this point he no longer wanted to dream and just wanted to wake up.
But no matter what dangerous actions he tried, he couldn't seem to wake himself from the dream. The hazy consciousness he had been in during the dream became increasingly clear, as if he were still awake in real life.
Just then, there was another knock on the office door.
Who is it?
Hu Qizhi turned his head to look.
Then I saw his secretary… well, she should probably be called “Big” now, that would be more accurate. Whose secretary has eight-pack abs? Her fist is so big it looks like it could kill someone with one punch, and she's wearing black stockings! !!!
This is absolutely outrageous!
Dude, your leg hair is practically peeking out of your stockings!
The secretary strode aggressively toward him, and Hu Qizhi's legs went weak involuntarily, and he was about to run away.
Then he saw it again, the black cat that had changed the course of his dream—the image trembled violently, and Hu Qizhi felt dizzy.
When he woke up again, he found himself sitting in a very small room, his bottom on a stool, his hands neatly folded on the table, in a well-behaved posture like a primary school student.
The room also has an electronic screen and two large speakers.
—At this point, the dream had completely slipped out of his control.
Hu Qizhi couldn't go anywhere, so he could only sit in that chair and stare at the large screen in front of him.
The screen is black.
It seemed to sense that there were viewers watching it, and then the screen slowly lit up, turning red, followed by—the explanation of the "Labor Law of the People's Republic of China" that would torture Hu Qizhi for several hours in the future.
Not only is brainwashing repeatedly played in such a confined and small space, but viewers are also required to memorize the content while watching.
This is not simply memorizing a legal provision, but rather tracing back to the source by asking questions such as "Why was this law established?" and "What is the significance of this law?"
If I don't remember, I'll get beaten.
It was direct, a slap came down from above. The pain wasn't exactly intense, just burning, extremely burning—and, I couldn't wake up.
This is fucking outrageous, isn't it?
Does the boss of a company need to know this stuff?
What are the company's legal counsel doing?
People say that what you think about during the day, you dream about at night. He doesn't usually pay attention to these things, so what bad luck has he had?
At the same time, there are actually many rooms of the same size in this space, just like study rooms in modern cities specially built for people preparing for postgraduate entrance exams, civil service exams, etc.
There were even some of Hu Qizhi's acquaintances among them.
Bao De dreamed that his innermost thoughts could be overheard by others. He was trying to deceive his business partner when, in the middle of his deception, the partner punched him.
I don't know if it was in a dream or in reality, but I really felt the pain.
Bao De, who had always maintained a sanctimonious facade, had his true intentions exposed in public and was scolded and reprimanded.
"What are you pretending for! You bastard!"
Bao De: ...?
Also worth mentioning is Boss Wei, who dreamed that he was displaying his official power on a construction site.
Suddenly, several Ultraman descended from the sky and surrounded him, beating him on the ground. Meanwhile, the workers who had been meek and submissive just moments before were now watching the show, even clapping and cheering.
Like observing monkeys in a civilized manner.
Boss Wei: ? Hey, stop hitting me, Dad! Bro! Bro, stop hitting me, it hurts! Damn it, why are you guys working in my dream too?!
Chai Wenrong, who once forced his employees to donate money, could not escape this nightmare in the dead of night.
He dreamt that he had won the lottery again, and although he knew that the ticket had won, he just couldn't find it no matter what he did. He was extremely anxious and searched everywhere he could think of, but he still couldn't find it.
It felt like yesterday was happening all over again.
Chai Wenrong: Where's my lottery ticket? Where's my lottery ticket? Where's my lottery ticket?!
Lei Weize, who was recently subjected to widespread online bullying, is also present here.
He had been having trouble sleeping lately due to various things, and in his dream he saw an unlucky black cat that was about to chase and beat him to vent his anger.
Unexpectedly, what followed was...
He walked down the street, and every man who passed by would ask him, "Are you impotent?" Women would look at him with a strange gaze, a gaze that was definitely not meant in a good way.
Lei Weize felt a strong sense of unease, as if his privacy had been violated.
Manager Lei: You son of a bitch, do you have any manners?
Overall, it was a very quiet and peaceful night.
This is the new method Jiang Chuan tried.
Today, I challenged myself a little in my main job and successfully completed the entire interview process. However, when this reporter, Ms. Tong, left, she seemed a little dazed. I wonder what happened during the interview.
There are also other plans for the evening, so I'm stepping out of my comfort zone.
After joining the Magical Girl Management Bureau, he has always been in a relatively passive state, never taking the initiative to attack. He only steps in to deal with things after they happen.
Things are different now.
After gaining a comprehensive understanding, Jiang Chuan finally began to implement his plan. The dream link for re-education was just the initial step.
Take the initiative.
However, several difficulties were encountered during the formal implementation process.
For example, right now he can only bring people he knows into the [study room].
For example, first, you need to implant an image into these people's dreams that they will remember deeply. Then, you need to disrupt their original dreams, and only through this image can you link everyone's dreams to the "study room" he created...
The simpler the imagery, the better.
So Jiang Chuan chose Earl. Black cats are both common and not so common in life, so they are easy to remember.
In addition, there are many aspects of their abilities that are beyond their control. Otherwise, Jiang Chuan had initially considered having them memorize the legal knowledge they learned each night before they could wake up normally.
Of course, to avoid unnecessary trouble, the flow of time in the dream will be adjusted.
I just hope that this kind of education and reform is truly effective.
Knowing the law and breaking it is not uncommon; studying the "Labor Law of the People's Republic of China" is merely one of the current means of punishment.
When Jiang Chuan's abilities become stronger in the future, he may even begin to incorporate "The Way of the Corporate Slave" into his dreams.
Try to get these bosses to put themselves in their shoes and think from their perspective.
The Earl had no idea what kind of terrifying being he was in the dreams of countless vicious villains—an unseen, unspeakable, and incomprehensible being. He was quite curious about what Jiang Chuan had been doing last night, muttering to himself.
For example, putting books under your pillow.
I saw some netizens online saying that knowledge flows from high concentration to low concentration to achieve a balance. It turns out Jiang Chuan believes in this too.
Having seemingly finally discovered this flaw in human cognition, the Earl felt it necessary to clarify for Jiang Chuan: knowledge does not flow passively in this way.
He had prepared a complete speech, intending to educate Jiang Chuan about this new-age feudal superstition, when suddenly Jiang Chuan summoned his magic wand.
For other magical girls, wands are a frequently seen item, but for Jiang Chuan, seeing one once every ten days or half a month is considered rare.
The count, unsure of his intentions, curiously approached—and then saw that a full tenth of the wand had been lit up…
Earl: ? Heavens.
"Did you go rob a bank last night? No, banks don't sell this kind of thing."
"Try punching me!"
The count suspected he was still dreaming. After saying that, he glanced at Jiang Chuan, who had just finished exercising... well... his evenly distributed muscles and engraved patterns. He quickly and silently retracted his reckless remark.
"Forget it, I'm afraid you'll kill me with one punch."
Welcome to the [Study Room]. As human beings, we should dream of studying to the death!
The next chapter might contain some dangerous content, so please try to check back for updates around 9 PM.
If it gets locked, it will probably be the next day by the time I finish fixing it (this time it won't be as easy to fix as last time).
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