This card game is kind of weird

Chapter 123 The President's Interview

"Guest...this is the item you want to pick up."

Wednesday was drenched in sweat and gasping for breath.

The feeling of racing against death just now made his adrenaline soar to a very high level, and he almost exploded to death.

His right hand was still shaking uncontrollably at this moment, and it was estimated that he would not be able to use any more strength in a short time.

"Interesting humans."

The countess stood up, her eyebrows full of approval: "I thought at least a dozen people would have to die to deliver this blood ancestor coffin."

As she spoke, she walked slowly to Wednesday.

The height of 2.5 meters is very oppressive in front of him, no worse than that blood ancestor coffin.

Wednesday looked up at him, as if looking at a demonic statue that could not be looked directly at.

"Hehehe..."

The countess stretched out her slender fingers and stroked his sweaty face: "Human, are you interested in being my blood slave?"

"Cough cough..."

Choked on Wednesday, he couldn't help but lower his head, coughing to cover up his panic.

It's not that he said that this blood slave is not a good thing at first sight.

"Madam, thank you for your kindness, but as an employee of the bank, I cannot leave my job easily... This position cannot be without me." Wednesday said with a look of regret.

The Countess was not annoyed when she heard this, and chuckled lightly.

She raised her hand, cut her thumb with her sharp nails, looked down at Wednesday and said, "Open your mouth, this is your reward."

open?
Still not up?

Wednesday couldn't help sliding down his throat.

Thinking that at this moment, I couldn't resist the Countess at all... and that this thing might be an awesome item like Bandage Ghost's bandages, so I didn't refuse, raised my head obediently, and opened my mouth.

A drop of bright red blood slowly dripped from the countess' finger, forming countless strange shapes in the air, and finally slipped down Wednesday's tongue into his stomach.

No smell?
"Hehehe... I'm getting more and more curious about you!" The Countess easily lifted the box, "Looking forward to meeting you next time."

After saying this, she left the bank with her two daughters.

After seeing off the countess, Wednesday slumped on a chair, feeling a bit weak.

Fortunately, the affairs at the VIP window were not cumbersome, and for a long time afterwards, no VIP guests came to the door.

After the strength of his right hand was almost recovered, it was almost five o'clock when he got off work.

Sitting up on Wednesday, he thought about the last "gift" the Countess gave him.

He thought carefully about the scene just now.

That drop of blood didn't change his body significantly... at least he didn't feel it.

If you want to know what the effect of holding things is, I'm afraid you have to experience it in detail in future games.

"Go back to the apartment first."

Last night's action made him a little tired, and with the exhaustion just now, he really needs a good night's sleep now.

Walk all the way back to the apartment.

On Wednesday, I finished my dinner as usual and then took a shower.

"This dinner is getting worse and worse. It's not as delicious as before..."

He complained and complained, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

This is not the real world, there will be no such human things as the cook being lazy and the waiter targeting him.

Food is provided by the system... There should be no change in taste!

"Did that drop of blood change my sense of taste?"

On Wednesday, I faintly felt that change.

He stared at his body for a long time, and finally decided to wait for the real feeling to come out before thinking about it.

……

early morning.

On Wednesday, after resting happily all night, I changed into a clean uniform and walked towards the bank.

Today is his last day as a teller at the VIP window, and I hope nothing will go wrong.

I prayed secretly in my heart on Wednesday.

As a result, as soon as I walked into the C area of ​​the bank, I felt something was wrong with the atmosphere.

The evil ghost employees here are all staring at him, their eyes are full of anger.

"This nasty bedbug! How dare you come to work!"

"I will never forget what happened yesterday!"

"Let's unite in protest and drive this garbage bug out of the bank!"

"Hmph! When he has no bank protection, I will definitely tear him to pieces!"

The ghost employees whispered, wishing to kill Wednesday immediately, and he finally understood what was going on.

The feeling is that he offended them yesterday when he moved the coffin of the Blood Ancestor God.

really...

Wednesday shook his head helplessly.

But he doesn't think there is anything wrong with him... No, it should be said that no matter whether he has a problem or not, the evil spirits still exclude humans, and the two are opposed to each other, so why should he bother to alleviate it?
Anyway, only half of the game is left!

On Wednesday, he took a deep breath, stabilized his mind, and tried his best to ignore the disgusting sight around him.

Today is his last day as a VIP teller. As long as he survives, he can be promoted to supervisor.

When he arrived at the VIP window, his ears finally became clear again.

It's just that at this moment, after hearing too much foul language from the evil ghost employees, his eyes are extremely cold.

Seeing that they didn't refute, they intensified their efforts... they really pushed forward.

Tomorrow, when he has more power, he must take care of them.

at this time.

The evil ghost employees outside are still relishing insulting Wednesday who didn't dare to retaliate just now...

They are completely unaware of what they will face tomorrow!
"I don't know if there will be any VIP customers visiting today?"

Throw away nonsensical thoughts and think Wed.

To be honest, on the one hand, he was worried that he would encounter a ghost client that he could not solve, and on the other hand, he was somewhat looking forward to meeting...

Crisis also represents opportunity.

The greater the danger!

The more props you can get, the better!

only…

His luck seems to be particularly good today.

Until the hour hand pointed to 5, the VIP window did not welcome even a single customer!He played a single-player offline game directly on his seat for a whole day!
“So easy?”

Rubbing his eyes in disbelief on Wednesday, he repeatedly checked the time on the clock until the sound of a puppet in a suit came from behind him.

"Your three-day assessment is over, and it's time for the bank to fulfill its promise."

Although he has been "shame" by puppets in suits a lot in the past two days, Wednesday, who knows that power crushes people to death, still smiled on the surface and asked politely: "What kind of promise are you talking about, director?"

With the system in place, he didn't worry at all that the executive would ruin any promises.

"Of course it's your promise to be promoted to deputy director. I was very optimistic about you at the beginning, thinking that you would definitely be able to live and work in the VIP window for three days."

Ha ha.

On Wednesday, he scolded the puppet in the suit for a long time in his heart, but on the surface he said calmly: "Then I am the deputy director now?"

"No...you haven't passed the president's interview. Only after passing the interview can you be promoted to the deputy director."

The president's interview?
Frown Wed.

He has been in the bank for four days, and he has not seen the president...

I didn't expect that my final assessment would be to pass its interview!

(End of this chapter)