Chapter 8 Temporary Workers_3

Desk phone instructions,

"It's permanent sorrow and permanent blindness."

Most monsters' usage conditions include self-mutilation-type sacrifices, and in most cases, there isn't any equivalent exchange or energy transfer, so there are no formulas or experimental principles.

How and at what cost one sacrifices determines the extent of power one can obtain largely depends on the will of the monster in question.

Each employee is only recommended to use the Pen/Strong Exorcism once, as most people commit suicide out of permanent sorrow after the first use.

The few who survive don't repeat the experience, but they can use devices similar to Echo-Locating Systems, ultrasonic radars for the disabled, as prosthetic bodies.

Therefore, it's recommended for use by temporary workers."

"Damn it, all these methods are like killing a thousand enemies and harming oneself by eight hundred, oh thank you."

Someone passed coffee from the side, and Li Pan, staring at the computer while on the phone, took it subconsciously and had a sip. Then, realizing what he did, he turned with a look.

The formally dressed ghost had brought him the brewed coffee, bowed with thanks, and bowed so elegantly like a butler.

That tangle of black yarn was stuck to the formal attire's chest, from a distance, it resembled a blossoming black boutonniere.

Li Pan watched the figure leaving, "Hey, what the hell is that..."

Desk phone, "How would I know, I'm just a phone."

Tsk, can't rely on anything.

Li Pan hung up the phone and went out to take a look, only to see the dressed-up ghost preparing coffee for every desk before standing at the reception.

However, it walked with a limp, because a piece of its trouser leg was previously torn...

Li Pan scratched his head, walked forward, and patted the ghost on the shoulder, saying,

"Hey, bro, do you have any last wishes unfulfilled?"

The ghost bowed to him and then wrote on a memo pad.

'Full-time'

Li Pan almost burst into tears. He really wanted to recite a poem.

Beans are cooked on a beanstalk fire, the beans in the pot weeping, born of the same root, why be so impatient to fry each other.

Alas, forget it, it takes three years for a temporary worker to become full-time. In a way, that's also a safety deposit, isn't it?

Moreover, with the nature of the Monster Company using temporary workers to death, if the storekeeper is still alive after three years, his being alive would be a miracle. By then, just throw it to the next general manager, believe in the wisdom of future generations.

So Li Pan modified the report a bit, took a picture of the ghost in formal attire, wrote a resume for it, named it 'Mr. 007', got the general manager's signature of approval, employed it as a temporary worker, and sent it along with today's business report to the head office.

A while later, buzzing, the signed and sealed report came back.

Blah blah blah, Big Bear's occupational injury compensation requires the signature of a direct beneficiary to proceed.

Blah blah blah, A Tangled Mess/Death's Bond Seal completed, reward one silver key.

Blah blah blah, recognition of 'Mr. 007' as a temporary worker, file number 0791002.

Li Pan, "..."

Alright, he had figured out the style of the Monster Company; they certainly did not expect you to run the company in an orderly fashion. Or rather, in the monster business, expecting everything to be perfect is the least likely.

So, as long as the core asset 'Monster' isn't lost, no matter how you preserve it or organize it, even if you summon dead followers to work temporarily, it's your own capability as the general manager. As long as you don't cause such a chaotic mess that everyone gets deleted, then all business processes are within the autonomous decision-making authority of the general manager.

And this time, upon receiving the second key, Li Pan immediately saw a keyhole appear on his formal attire, on the side of his chest.

So without hesitation, he used the key right away...

"Why does it seem like there's no reaction? By the way, what exactly is your trial?"

Li Pan turned to ask 'Mr. 007'.

The other party, experienced, wrote on a memo,

'Just go back and sleep.'

Seeing it was getting late, Li Pan nodded,

"Alright, then I'm off work, remember to turn off the lights."

Thus, Li Pan stepped into the elevator, watched 'Mr. 007' bow to him, and the company's doors slowly closed.