This card game is kind of weird

Chapter 124 Successful Promotion
"Director, can you give me a little information about this interview?"

As if thinking that yesterday was ashamed of Wednesday, the puppet in a suit responded very straightforwardly: "The interview process is very simple, you don't have to worry too much. The president will only ask you a few general questions, as long as you don't answer too outrageously, you can pass But you have to pay attention to the cleanliness of your clothes and appearance. The president is a bit of a clean freak, and he will try his best to wipe off any dirt on your body."

Hearing this, Wednesday nodded slowly, his expression becoming serious.

Trying to wipe it off?

How to erase it?

What counts as dirty?
Isn't everything that our president can't understand considered dirty?
No one answered Wednesday.

The puppet in the suit seemed to sense his nervousness, and said again: "For the sake of your good work performance, the president will relax...it's just a bit of a clean freak."

I don't feel comforted!

Wednesday screamed silently in my heart.

He turned around and looked at the whole body in the mirror beside him, searching for where the president would "mistakenly think" it was something dirty.

"By the way... Director, what is a blood slave?"

"Blood slave?" The expression of the puppet in the suit seemed to be a little stagnant because of the word. It looked at Wednesday carefully, and then said in detail: "The blood of the countess has a very general erosive ability. They enter other people's blood. After the inside of the body, they will quickly devour their own blood... After the transformation is completed, the blood slaves will be born. They have the ability only a little worse than the countess, and they are extremely thirsty for blood, especially human blood. Once they can't drink If you are full, you will lose your mind, and only listen to the countess alone, this is a blood slave."

"..." The corner of his mouth twitched on Wednesday, and he suddenly felt that there was nothing to be afraid of in the interview.

"Then...is it reversible?"

The puppet in the suit seemed to have guessed Wednesday's intention of asking this question, showing regret or gloating, and said, "Unless you have Angel Dew."

"Angel Dew? What's that?"

"What's that?" The suit puppet kept repeating these four words, but it didn't mean to answer at all.

Seeing this on Wednesday, I stopped asking.

After straightening his clothes in front of the mirror, he said to the puppet in the suit, "Director, I'm ready."

The voice of the suit puppet talking to itself suddenly stopped, it nodded, and said, "Then follow me."

After that, it turned around and left area C.

After a while in the bank, they came to a room marked "President's Office".

The puppet in the suit changed its previous arrogant look, and knocked on the door respectfully: "President, the person has already been brought here."

As soon as the voice fell, the door of the office opened automatically.

Suit Puppet led Wednesday into the room.

He carefully looked around.

The president's office is not only extremely dark, but also very empty, except for the old 80s TV in the middle, there is nothing else.

"Director, isn't the president here?" Wednesday asked in a low voice.

The puppet in the suit glanced at him, then pointed to the TV and said, "Don't worry, wait a while. The president is usually not in the bank. When there is something to deal with, it will come back through the TV."

Through the TV?
Good guy!
Wednesday looked at the old TV with a look of surprise, imagining that the president like Sadako slowly crawled out of it...

He was trembling all over, and suddenly felt very cold all over.

At this moment, the TV screen lit up without warning.

A huge crimson arm stretched out from the screen, and then, the clean and docile white suit sleeves were pulled out from inside bit by bit...

It was a red-skinned devil in a white suit.

It stood up and dusted off the clothes.

The puppet in a suit stepped forward, bent down and said, "President, this is the employee who has completed the assessment."

Hearing this, the red-skinned devil turned his eyes away from his clothes and focused on Wednesday.

For a while, Wednesday felt like his heart stopped beating...

This seemingly normal evil spirit is definitely the strongest guy he has seen so far!

After a long time, the aura of the red-skinned devil suddenly dissipated, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face: "Yes, the clothes and face are very clean, and even I can't see anything wrong with it. It looks like a key employee of the bank."

Hearing this on Wednesday, the corners of his mouth twitched.

There is such an advantage in being handsome?
For half a day, the president judges whether an employee is good or bad depends on the employee's hygiene level...

This is too weird.

However, the red-skinned devil didn't take it seriously. It took out a golden work card from the pocket of its white suit and threw it at Wednesday.

Reach for it.

On Wednesday, he quietly looked at the golden work card with "Deputy Manager of the Bank" written in the center of his palm.

"I really like employees who pay attention to hygiene, and I hope you will continue to maintain it." The red-skinned ghost said seriously.

At this moment on Wednesday, he was speechless, so he nodded emphatically to express his understanding.

"Well, if it's okay, I'm going to go back and take a shower... I feel dirty after just coming out." The red-skinned ghost patted his clothes in disgust.

"Goodbye, President!"

Said in unison with the Puppet in Suits on Wednesday.

After the red-skinned evil spirit hurried back to the TV, Wednesday looked at the golden job card in his hand.

This thing is somewhat unreal.

Become the deputy general manager of the bank?
Put it in the real world outside... don't make too much noise!

but…

He will be one of the top executives of the bank in the future!
Long-tongued ghosts...those ghost employees...

wait for him!

"Congratulations on being promoted to deputy manager." The puppet in a suit congratulated him.

"Thank you, supervisor." Wednesday also had a smile on his face.

"From tomorrow onwards, you don't need to go to the VIP window to help customers handle business. After that, you will be responsible for managing the allocation of employees."

"Ok, I see."

"Well, go back and have a good rest."

"Goodbye, Director."

After saying goodbye, he left the bank on Wednesday and returned to the staff apartment humming a song.

He is in a good mood now.

The work of the deputy director only needs to deal with those employees who are strong on the outside and capable in the middle, and there is almost no risk...

He can even use the convenience of his position to let human beings live a few more times!

"I don't know how those humans are doing now?"

He was supposed to accept the puppet suit arrangement with the group of humans tonight, but this time, the puppet in the suit brought him to the president right after work... The group of humans should not be treated differently, right?
The system has system rules, such a thing even the president would not do...

On Wednesday, I thought repeatedly between the left and right possibilities, and finally decided to not mind my own business for the time being.

The moon rises high.

He sat quietly at the dining table, eating a sumptuous dinner.

After taking a few bites, he put down his chopsticks and frowned.

Now eating human food, he already felt like chewing wax.

This also indicates that his transformation into a blood slave is accelerating!

"Angel Dew? It seems that I have to find time to find out about this thing earlier!"

(End of this chapter)