“…Don’t be afraid, my girl…” Wang Yao swayed slightly, turned his head and saw Hui Shuo holding a wooden fish in his hand, also swaying there, and couldn’t help but chuckle.
"How joyful!" Hui Shuo said to Wang Yao with a surprised smile.
"If you want to jump, then jump. Young people should have some passion," Wang Yao said to Hui Shuo. Hui Shuo was actually about the same age as him, but he dressed up as a monk, making him look old and decrepit. Wang Yao thought that if Hui Shuo tucked in his monk's robe and jumped around for a while, it would be quite interesting.
Hui Shuo smiled and shook his head at Wang Yao, but judging from his expression, he was probably still a little itchy to try it.
The music in the room finally stopped, and the guy who had gestured to Wang Yao earlier walked to the front of the line, facing the group of dancers.
"What is our target?" the guy yelled. This guy had long hair, and Wang Yao initially thought it was a female ghost, but he realized it was a man when he heard the voice, and a damn hoarse one at that.
"Reincarnation!" the dancers shouted in unison. Only after hearing this did Wang Yao truly realize that he had indeed arrived in the underworld. He had been watching the dance for a long time, but he had actually been doubting that he had come to the wrong place.
"What are our goals?" the hoarse voice then shouted.
"Financial freedom in the next life!" the dancers shouted in unison once again.
Upon hearing this, Wang Yao thought to himself, "These ghosts don't play games. They're quite realistic. They didn't say anything about getting rich or becoming a high-ranking official in their next life, or about financial freedom. Don't underestimate these four short words; they actually contain a deep longing for a happy life. These ghosts are a bunch of practical ghosts!"
"What is our slogan?" the hoarse voice was still shouting.
"If you don't work hard to become a ghost, you'll never have a chance in a thousand years!" the dancer shouted loudly.
"Oh my, this slogan is a bit profound. If you don't work hard as a ghost, how can you work hard as a ghost? No chance for a thousand years? What kind of chance is this in a thousand years?" Wang Yao pondered to himself.
"Everyone understands their current tasks, right? Zhao Fangfang, I need the team's contribution evaluation for next month. Get it to me immediately. Zhang Gudong, keep a close eye on those companies in the West Sixth District. Report to me immediately if there are any vacant positions. Ge Dazhuang..."
That hoarse voice was there again, bossing people around and assigning tasks.
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