Time has frozen into a warm amber color.
Zuo Chen's vision stretched to infinity, landing directly on Qu Jian'er.
The two gazed at each other across the distance, their eyes meeting, their encounter scattering across the morning sky.
Qu Jian'er was fully armed once again.
Zuo Chen recognized her at a glance.
Because Zuo Jing admitted her mistake well, it was clear that there was still hope. So, Zuo Chen took on the role of temporary head teacher, giving instructions to people at the company entrance early in the morning.
Unexpectedly, he would meet Qu Jian'er at the entrance of a subsidiary of the Zuo Group.
Zuo Jing listened attentively with her head bowed.
I'm just lamenting that I'm not smart enough.
They actually came early this morning to deliver a revised version of their apology letter.
That's good now.
She has to stay at the company for a day.
Zuo Chen's emotionless voice crept into her cochlea and reached her central nervous system.
It sent a chill down her spine.
She knew she was doomed!
Suddenly, she noticed that Zuo Chen had shifted his gaze, and she was relieved that someone had caught her brother's attention.
Then we discovered it.
The voice of the person speaking sounded exactly like Qu Jian'er.
The man shouted something absurd and grabbed a pot, banging it repeatedly at a middle-aged man.
Every move was aimed directly at the vital points.
Zuo Jing bit four fingers: "How did this person manage to turn a pot into an axe? And how could that person, after being beaten like this, still run around like nothing happened?"
After fighting for a while, Qu Jian'er kicked her natal statue away and stepped on its back.
She held the pot to the other person's neck, acting like a complete tyrant.
The person's natal image was beaten black and blue.
Fearing he would be beaten to death, he had no choice but to run off Wu Wenlong, shouting as he ran.
He transformed into a thousand-armed deity, his gold-leaf-inlaid robes fluttering in the wind, his entire being exuding arrogance.
Whether one's natal form resembles a spirit or not is only visible to those with the ability to see spirits, because they have cultivated a spiritual form. As long as there is a specific time and place, they can be seen by ordinary people.
Zuo Chen frowned slightly.
Zuo Jing was so frightened that she didn't know what to do.
His natal image, now half-full of ferocity, declared that he wanted Qu Jian'er dead: "You want to destroy the body I've set my sights on? Then I'll trade you for it... Ah!!!"
To prevent the talisman she had obtained from running away, Qu Jian'er tied the red thread around the other person's neck.
Swing the pot.
He severed the other person's left arm.
After suffering for a while, the natal image grew back its left arm, which was twice the size of the original: "Haha, I can regenerate! You cut off one, and I'll grow two!"
Ordinary people would only feel distressed upon hearing this.
But Qu Jian'er was not among the ordinary people; she swiftly chopped off all the arms of her natal statue.
Wait until the other person's arm regenerates.
She calmly reaped another wave of profits.
Until the empty space on the body of the natal image was filled with arms of the same size.
He was unaware of his natal image; at this moment, he resembled a hideous incarnation of a centipede and a monster.
It took about another half hour.
My birth chart has finally surrendered.
Very understanding.
Qu Jian'er tied the life-bound image into a red ball with red thread: "Don't take your abilities too seriously. It takes energy to support your arms. Supporting so many must be uncomfortable. It's okay, don't worry, I can make you feel even more uncomfortable."
The already uncomfortable natal image felt even worse, and then it trembled violently, trying to roll away from Qu Jian'er.
Listening to that unusually familiar sarcasm, could this person be Qu Jian'er? — Zuo Jing's first thought!
She's getting more and more domineering. Why does she always seem to be developing in such a perverted direction? — Zuo Jing's second thought!
After Qu Jian'er subdued the natal image.
She took out her phone and took a picture of the miserable state of her birth chart.
Then, she took some time to send nine red envelopes in the group, each with a maximum limit of 100,000 yuan.
In an instant, the group chat exploded, with everyone launching into their own fawning and flattering mode.
Only after everyone had given their praise did they go to collect their red envelopes.
The luckiest Xiao Zhang managed to snag a whopping 390,000 yuan, while the unlucky Meng Dabao only managed to grab 20,000 yuan.
Qu Jian'er promptly typed out the amount that there was no need to worry about money, adding that this was only the first month's salary.
She acted like a big boss on a construction site, so wealthy and powerful that she told everyone to work hard and that following her meant guaranteed profits.
After everyone cheered.
Qu Jian'er then told everyone with a wicked smile that she was originally going to pay a full million, but because she witnessed everyone's ruthless attitude towards debt collection, she had a full 100,000 deducted from her salary!
The group members watched their self-amusing group owner speechlessly, all feeling that their vengeful mentality was just like that of a 3-year-old child.
Qu Jian'er put down her phone with satisfaction.
She was unaware that her image among the employees fluctuated, and she was also unaware that Xiao Zhang, feeling guilty, followed suit and sent a 300,000 yuan red envelope.
She looked at the brother and sister standing under the building across the street.
After exchanging greetings from afar.
Qu Jian'er received a response from Zuo Chen raising his hand, while Zuo Jing screamed wildly and stomped her feet on the spot.
Zuo Chen quickly walked over.
After making sure Qu Jian'er was not injured, he glanced at the pitiful statue of his birth year.
Zuo Chen pondered for a long time: "Do you have a grudge against me?"
Qu Jian'er took off her sunglasses and mask: "A kind person like me would never have gone so far as to chase after someone to beat them up if they hadn't offended me."
My fate is like gritting my teeth: Yes, it's extremely kind, so kind that it's even more like a nightmare that deserves to be torn to pieces than me!
Zuo Chen nodded, agreeing earnestly, "That's right, Master Qu is an upright and kind person. It must be his fault that you were so angry."
The natal image is terrified: Listen to what you're saying! Are you two in cahoots?!
Zuo Jing no longer cared about being afraid of her birth chart.
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