Chapter 19: The Haunted Mansion Part 3: The Story the General Manager and the Dog Have to Tell...
A woman in a red suit came in.
The new employees took their seats, each with a laptop at hand.
It was Sun Jie's first time attending a regular meeting. He slowly moved his chair, hoping to be closer to Ruan Meng.
Just as he was about to move, the man in the red suit suddenly turned his head 180 degrees, glared at Sun Jie, and said in a sharp and piercing voice: "Don't make any small movements during the meeting!"
Sun Jie almost screamed out loud, but luckily he regained his composure and covered his mouth with his hands to stifle the scream.
Looking at Sister Zhang and the others opposite, they seemed to be familiar with the method of looking at their noses with their eyes and their hearts with their noses, staring numbly at the computer screen in front of them, without any unnecessary gestures.
"Today's training project is," the man in the red suit grinned, "reading comprehension."
She came down from the stage, her pointed high heels leaving tiny holes in the ground, her wrists slender and twisted, her nails so long they could easily pull out someone's heart.
"First, let's summarize the main idea of the article," she said, engrossed in her work, excitedly assigning tasks. "If we make a mistake, hehe..."
On everyone's computer, the same text as on the projection screen appeared:
The general manager is a ray of light, guarding the company's budding dreams. We should all be like him, proud of working overtime and ashamed of littering. Let's cast aside unnecessary worries and be heroes, not cowards! Go! Go! Go! Go!
These words covered the entire display screen, densely packed together, repeated over and over again, making people feel dazed.
The man in the red suit stopped behind Sister Zhang and put his hand on her shoulder expectantly: "You come."
Sister Zhang's body stiffened, and her shoulders seemed to have lost all feeling. She only felt a chill running from the soles of her feet to her forehead, but this did not make her brain clear. Perhaps it was because she had been "working overtime" for too long. In a trance, she actually felt a sense of identification with these words.
"The general manager is Guang... We have to work overtime and put aside our worries..." A voice in her heart seemed to be howling, stop talking! Stop talking!
"Sister Zhang," Xiaoyu called out to her, forcing a smile. "When the leader asks questions, you have to look up."
Sister Zhang suddenly woke up.
If it weren't for this interruption, she would have almost glued her eyes to the screen.
She gave Xiaoyu a look of gratitude, stood up and repeated it again.
This time, that indescribable sense of identity receded like the tide, and a warning line had been built in her heart.
The man in the red suit couldn't find any fault and glared at Xiaoyu fiercely.
Xiaoyu lowered his head with a pale face.
"You come."
The man in the red suit walked up to Ruan Meng again and spoke coldly.
Ruan Meng stood up, gazing into the distance, and read in a completely emotionless voice: "The general manager is the light! We are his dogs! If the company loses the general manager, it's like DC without superheroes! If the company loses us, it's like a trash can without trash!"
Red suit: "..."
Although this person's cognition was not disturbed, his remarks were so flattering that she could not find any entry point to correct the mistake.
The man in red suit was furious and ready to take action against Sun Jie, the weak one.
"you!"
Sun Jie shuddered. He wanted to stand up and flatter like the two others did before, but this time the man in the red suit got smarter and curled up the corners of his blood-red mouth.
"Sit down and talk."
Sun Jie felt very uncomfortable: "The general manager is our light, we, we..."
Sweat kept coming out of his forehead. He squinted nervously at the computer, as if this could reduce the impact of the picture. However, after reading only two lines of words, his eyes began to turn red and black.
"We should love working overtime to repay the company's cultivation..."
As Sun Jie's sentences became more and more coherent, he became more and more dazed.
The man in the red suit smiled even brighter, and she danced with joy to encourage him, causing the man in front of her to fall into a spider web like prey.
"Bang!"
The door to the conference hall was kicked open.
Everyone looked in surprise and saw a short-haired woman with a fierce look at the door, looking at the man in the red suit with a scrutinizing look.
"The front desk said the female director is here."
Long Zhu was half-believing and half-doubting: "Your last name is Song?"
The man in the red suit was about to change his expression, but he suddenly restrained himself and forced a sinister smile: "Haha, since you are a newcomer, then you will answer this question..."
"If you answer correctly, I'll tell you."
Long Zhu frowned and looked at the projection screen, which read: Please summarize the main points of this article.
Then, a bunch of mentally polluting words came flooding in, even more excessive than what was on the big screen before.
Before the man in red suit could finish gloating, Long Zhu appeared at the edge of the podium in a blink of an eye!
She rudely dragged the desk computer over, her index finger repeatedly tapping the delete key.
Finally, the remaining text becomes:
[The general manager is the company's unnecessary garbage.]
He is as budding as a dog.
We are all ashamed of him.]
The others: “…”
The man in the red suit was stunned, then screamed.
Besides anger, her face was filled with fear—just like the cleaner before her, she was afraid of "making a mistake."
She swelled up with uncontrollable rage, and her well-tailored suit made a hissing sound of tearing. In an instant, more than a dozen pairs of twisted arms emerged from the lapels and stabbed at Long Zhu together.
Long Zhu pulled off the projection network cable and quickly wrapped up all the limbs of the man in the red suit, like a spinning top.
She threatened, "Where is your general manager? If I can't find the Song guy, I'll find him."
The red suit trembled suddenly, but her resistance was in vain. After a while, her arms suddenly turned black and melted, dripping from her sleeves. Finally, the whole suit shrank and fell into the pile of black mud.
Ruan Meng ran over to confirm the situation: "I would rather commit suicide than anger the 'General Manager', tsk tsk."
The other three who had never seen Long Zhu were horrified by the scene before them. Ah Zhe was even more frightened and jumped around in panic: "Who is she?!"
Sun Jie was still apprehensive: "She's also a new employee."
"You're lying! She's clearly wearing a cleaning badge!"
"Forget it, I can't explain it to you..."
Ruan Meng looked at Long Zhu and said, "It might not be that easy for you to find the general manager."
He pointed to his employee ID card and said, "The company's structure is very strict. We are not even formal employees. The rules will definitely not allow us to see it in advance."
If the 14th floor is compared to a formation, then the center of the formation is most likely on the general manager.
There is no other way to break the formation except to become a formal employee first.
Long Zhu thought for a moment, "Can the Human Resources Director meet the General Manager?"
"Minister?" Ruan Meng was stunned for a moment: "It should be OK, but I didn't see it when I went to the job application."
Long Zhu then squatted down, took out a "Director of Human Resources" badge that was stuck in the mud of his red suit, and calmly put it on himself.
Everyone was shocked.
This woman...
She gave herself a promotion.
The newly appointed HR director walked away with a mop in his hand.
The remaining people looked at each other, and finally Ruan Meng scratched his head, sighed, and took out a wire box from his pocket.
He looked at the red suit's melted mud on the ground, and barely used his toes to dig out a few limbs that still had some shape.
Squatting down, enduring the fishy smell, Ruan Meng cursed and began to thread the needle: "It's not easy for me to make a few lousy bucks every day."
His movements seemed rough and perfunctory, but they were extremely fast, leaving afterimages.
It is the "needlework" of the corpse craftsman lineage.
After a while, under the horrified gaze of the others, the "red suit" that had been sewn back together stood up shakily.
Ruan Meng shook his hands, biting a candy stick and mumbling, "Go to your office and bring me five official work badges."
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There is a Qingcheng Temple hidden among pines and cypresses in Qingcheng Mountain.
Behind the Taoist temple's chapel, there is a small half-acre of cultivated land, and an area has been specially enclosed in it for orchid gardening.
Wang Fengxu tied his sleeves with an arm rope, took out a gourd ladle from the bucket, scooped water and sprinkled it over the colorful flowers.
At this moment, a fierce shout came from behind, shocking the world and making the ghosts cry:
"Wang Fengxu! Are you watering my treasure like a dog's tail grass?!"
Without any apparent movement, a white-haired Taoist woman appeared out of nowhere from among a few weeping orchids.
The visitor had his hair tied up in a high bun, was wearing a paddy field shirt, had a thin figure, and was a little hunched due to his age, but his steps were steady and powerful.
Wang Fengxu chuckled, "Ms. Wang, you didn't go to the Photography Association's exhibition today?"
Wang Suqing snorted heavily from his nose, lowered his head and squinted his eyes, feeling heartbroken and said, "This Taixu Xiaolu has been with me for fifty years. It's a generation older than you. I should moisten the soil before watering it. Did you forget again?"
"How could that be?" Wang Fengxu said solemnly, "I serve her as my ancestor. It's not my fault that I was given this name because of her."
Wang Suqing remained silent. She lightly lifted her fingers behind her back. The few drops of water floating in the mud condensed into a strand and flowed lightly into her palm.
Finally, she waved her sleeves.
Wang Fengxu flipped back like a kite as if he was familiar with the route. Several water blades hit the tree trunk behind him. He looked back, his heart still hanging in the air, when the gourd ladle in his hand broke into two pieces with a "crack".
"Master's Wife, you are already over a hundred years old, please don't be so serious with your disciple!" Wang Fengxu broke out in a cold sweat: "You know my level, don't send the young away when you are old."
Wang Suqing laughed twice, neither too light nor too heavy: "You can't even beat Wang Tianfu, and you want me to collect your body after you die? Dream on."
Wang Fengxu felt guilty: "You can't say that. Xiao Fuzi specializes in fire magic, and I am wood. He is my natural opponent."
Seeing him quibbling, Wang Suqing simply raised her hand again.
Wang Fengxu reflexively raised his arm to block, but after a while, Wang Suqing's falling fist turned into a head-bang, lightly hitting his forehead.
"You little brat."
"Master's wife," Wang Fengxu touched his forehead and suddenly said, "Have you seen Xiao?"
There was silence for a moment.
“I haven’t seen it,” Wang Suqing put his hands behind his back again, and let out a long breath as if lost in some old memory. “But a long time ago, there was a Xiao who helped my senior brother kill a man.”
"What exactly is that Xiao?" Wang Fengxu asked nervously.
"What is it?" Wang Suqing repeated, chuckling, "Perhaps Xiao would also want to ask, what is a human being?"
"Since Xiao once helped Master-Uncle," Wang Fengxu murmured, "Does that prove they aren't completely enemies?"
Wang Suqing looked at him meaningfully. "The drops of water you spilled while watering the flowers might have fed a few caterpillars or drowned a few ants. Do you ever care?"
"You won't care, just like Xiao won't care."
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