Li Rong scavenged over fifty bottles of slime, equivalent to the harvest of two nights of overtime. Even if this slime were divided between the two of them, it would be enough for both of them to be promoted.
"Let's go." Li Feng's face was pale as he forced himself to activate his supernatural power.
Li Rong picked up Li Feng and ran out of the factory before the music completely stopped.
...
"Hey, where's my slime?"
"Mine is gone too!"
"Which bastard did this? Step forward if you dare!"
The factory was filled with curses, but no matter how much they cursed, they couldn't find the thief. Apart from Qian Rui, no one knew how the slime had been stolen.
Hongmao's face darkened. How dare someone steal from him? They must be tired of living.
"Hey guys, we've all been robbed. This afternoon, let's find the thief and make sure the top three spots are all ours, okay?"
"Good!" The bandits had a blast robbing slime these past few days. Although their performance ranking wasn't high, they still made a lot of commission.
Hongmao's suggestion received almost unanimous support among the group.
Looking at the foolishness of this group of people, a flash of mockery crossed Hongmao's eyes.
Hongmao seized an opportunity to hide the combat pack under Chongbao's body. The competition at the factory would intensify in the afternoon; no one would be hiding their abilities anymore. Hongmao wasn't entirely confident, so he preferred a safer approach. Anyway, he was currently in first place; as long as he didn't fall too far behind, he was guaranteed a promotion.
On the other side, Zhao Yu was brainwashing his "followers": "As long as we help each other and crowdfund the slime, everyone can get promoted."
"How could everyone be promoted? The supervisor said there are only three spots available." Those who weren't too deeply swayed by the superpowers still retained some ability to think.
Zhao Yu patiently explained, "Don't rush, everyone, listen to me. We'll use a rotating crowdfunding method. What is rotating crowdfunding?"
He pulled Xiaoming next to him: "Let me give you an example. For instance, if everyone gives all the slime to Xiaoming so that Xiaoming can achieve the best performance, Xiaoming will definitely be promoted. If we still have some left, we can even make a runner-up."
"No, if we give all the slime to Xiaoming, what will we do then?"
"I haven't finished yet. Then, in the second round of assessments, we'll give the slime to the next person to help them get promoted. At the same time, we'll bring in new people, prioritizing promotion opportunities for veterans and letting newcomers wait in line. Plus, this way, we'll have someone looking out for us at the purification worker level, and everyone can get promoted to purification worker one by one, helping each other out. Don't you agree?"
"That seems to make sense. We have thirteen people now, and if we work together, we can at least secure two promotion spots."
"Let's bring in more people, and we'll take all three spots."
A group of people were discussing it enthusiastically, as if they had been promoted to purification workers.
Zhao Yu pressed on while the iron was hot: "Everyone, let's get the rankings sorted out first, so we don't get confused. You see, this idea came from me, and I currently have the most slime, so I'll be ranked first. Does anyone have any objections?"
There are three spots available, and Zhao Yu will take one.
The others thought about it and agreed that Zhao Yu's words made sense. It was his idea after all, and he did produce the most slime, so there was no doubt that he ranked first.
The others said, "Then let's rank them according to their current performance; that would be fair."
Thus, the thirteen people were ranked in order.
The person at the end of the line was a little unhappy: "There are three each time. By the time it's my turn, it will be the fifth probationary period."
Some people mocked him: "No matter which round it is, you still have a chance. If you work alone, with your slow and sluggish work, you'll never have a chance to get promoted in your life."
Zhao Yu comforted him, "Don't worry, once we become purification workers, we might soon become supervisors, and then we'll definitely give you a spot."
A stick and a sweet date were enough to make the complaining person lose their bearings, making them feel that everything they said was true and that they had gotten a great deal.
Someone in the queue suggested, "Let's not just sit idly by. Let's spread the word about this idea and get some people to join us. Then we can have them line up slowly."
Zhao Yu outwardly agreed: "Yes, yes, everyone get moving, do what needs to be done, and recruit people."
Secretly, he was delighted: a bunch of brainless idiots, completely fooled by a few words. If he really got promoted, who would care about these lowly gatherers anymore?
...
In the afternoon at the factory, there were hardly any people working; the collectors were either cheating or robbing.
Qian Rui, with his hands empty and eyes half-closed in rest, exuded an air of aloofness and detachment from the world.
As night fell, the supervisor came to collect the slime. He encountered Winter Destroyer Seedling waiting at the door. Winter Destroyer Seedling couldn't wait any longer to copy Summer Cultivator Seedling's behavior. If he didn't hand in the slime soon, his assessment period would be over.
"Wow, quite a lot. You've been holding back." The supervisor counted the slime from the winter-damaged seedlings. Including the slime accumulated over the past few days, the total performance was 112, far exceeding the current number one, Hongmao, thus securing the top spot.
Dong Huimiao secretly calculated that, under normal circumstances, each person could scrape an average of five bottles of sap per day. Zhao Yu, who ranked second, had a performance of 88, and Li Feng, who ranked third, had a performance of 86...
Winter destroyed the seedlings and thought to himself with a smug smile that even if summer weeding could take up a promotion spot, it wouldn't be a big problem; his promotion was guaranteed.
The supervisor collected the slime and slowly entered the factory. As he stepped into the factory, Qian Rui clapped his hands.
...
Female workers' dormitory.
Lu Lei had already woken up and was silently calculating the time in his mind.
Li Rong cautiously inquired, "Why didn't you go to work today? Don't you want to work anymore?"
"Yeah, I've saved enough, time to retire," Lu Lei joked.
Li Rong seized the opportunity: "How much have you saved? The top performer, Hongmao, has almost reached 100."
“Not less than a feather, but…” Lu Lei paused, a half-smile playing on his lips, “maybe not as much as the two of you. Had you stolen enough today? Or robbed enough?”
Li Feng's expression changed, and he hurriedly reached for his combat pack, his fingers gripping the outermost Blue, clearly entering combat mode.
Lu Lei peeked out from the farm and affectionately stroked the plump and strong blue macaw, thinking that the parrot's immobilization ability should be enough for her to kill the two people.
Fortunately, Li Rong stopped Li Feng: "I didn't steal or rob, I earned it by working overtime, and I should thank you for reminding me."
Lu Lei stood up and muttered to himself, "It's time. If we're any later, we'll miss it."
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