Rules Weird Talk: I am more perverted than weird!

The emergence of rankings is undoubtedly like a powerful potion, pushing the entire atmosphere to unprecedented heights.

The people at the top of the list are holding back a lot of energy, always thinking that if they work harder, they can be number one.

Those ranked in the middle are more cautious, worried about being overtaken by future generations.

Those at the end are in a panic, fearing that they will be the last to be eliminated.

kimchi country, office,

Wen Shengli was about forty years old, with a slightly strange makeup on her face. She stared at the screen and showed a smile that was determined to win.

Isn't it Xu Ye?

With his own ability, he may not lose to such a young boy.

Wen Shengli's confidence increased greatly. In the past, her followers included some "big shots" like Xu Ye, who had great status in society, but in the end they didn't obediently fall under her sect.

This is how people are, often the higher their education and status, the more confident they become.

Because they don't believe that their judgments are wrong, they are always very conceited, not to mention someone telling them that they have a divine connection and are messengers of God.

Even if someone now tells them that they are gods and have descended to earth to endure calamities, these people will most likely believe it.

Compared to this, ordinary people are far behind.

What, you say I am a god, then why do I feel like I am living like an NPC? Dedicate your life to supporting other people's success...

Compared with Adam's belief that "all living beings are equal", Wen Shengli is different. She takes a high-end route.

She is not shy about lying to ordinary people.

From this, when she meets "rich people" who want to come for loans, she can be regarded as a professional counterpart.

……

Xu Ye tore a piece of paper from his notebook and wrote "This room does not handle withdrawals, only deposits and loans" and prepared to post it outside.

Liu Bo said sarcastically: "Brother Ye, this is not in line with our rules."

Sure enough, when the note was posted on the door, the writing on it automatically disappeared.

???

This was the first time that Xu Ye felt strange. In the past, when he violated the rules of ghost stories, the chosen ones would encounter disasters due to various reasons, such as strange backlash, sudden disasters, etc.

Rarely does writing disappear for no apparent reason like now.

It was as if there was an invisible force that controlled every aspect of the bank.

This kind of power is impossible to touch and resist with Xu Ye's current strength.

Liu Bo made a helpless expression like "Look, I told you not to listen".

Xu Ye ignored him, took out his pen and continued writing on it, but this time the content changed to:

"You can handle loans and deposits at this window. I am holding a flag to welcome you. You can also handle withdrawals. I will chop you into pieces when you go out."

Very good, there are no specific prohibitions on what cannot be done, and the tone is kind.

As for chopping, it is my personal behavior and has nothing to do with bank rules.

Liu Bo: "..."

You didn't stop others from withdrawing money, but you just had it written on your face that you would die if you withdraw money.

Withdrawing money does not increase performance,

The advantage of this is that the time wasted in withdrawing money can be spent on the other two businesses.

……

The afternoon passed quickly. In the brutal competition, there was a bit of invisible tension and gunpowder in the air.

It’s finally time to get off work,

Angola, office,

"Prad, people from the headquarters are looking for you, go quickly."

"Don't keep them waiting."

Prader followed his instructions and came to the door of the bank, where the bus that had brought him here yesterday was parked.

Behind him, all his colleagues followed, looking at him with eager eyes.

Some people have tears in their eyes:

"Thank you, Prad, you are our benefactor."

"Work together, we will always remember you."

Prader rubbed the back of his head. He really didn't understand why. He tentatively said, "Can I not go?"

Suddenly, the eyes of his colleagues turned vicious and looked at him angrily:

"How can you regret it?"

"It's all agreed."

"You must go."

With that said, regardless of his resistance, they all grabbed his hands and feet and stuffed Prad into the bus.

In a daze, he was taken to the top floor of the Tiandi Bank headquarters.

There, Prader met many people wearing suits and carrying briefcases. One of them, a familiar man, greeted him: "Thank you for helping me complete my performance."

Prader was confused until he saw the rules hanging on the wall:

[Tiandi Bank Supervision Department Rules:]

[Rule 1: As a supervisor, your task is to wander between different branches, as an "undercover", to observe whether the employees of Tiandi Bank violate relevant rules. 】

[Rule 2: A black briefcase can effectively hide cameras. 】

[Rule 3: Keep the camera safe, try to pay attention to every move of employees, and keep good evidence. 】

[Rule 4: In order not to affect work, only one employee in each branch can be reported during each period until the next anniversary. 】

[Note: The responsibility of the Supervision Department is to supervise employees who violate regulations. If no one violates regulations, then the need for you to exist will disappear. 】

Supervisor, violation?

In an instant, multiple images flashed through Prad's mind. He was too nervous in the morning and his suit was stuck in his pants after going to the toilet. There were so many people in the bank who didn't remind him. He didn't find it until he went to the toilet at noon. , this is a violation of rule one, employees need to maintain good appearance at all times.

Another example is when I go to get toilet paper, the man in the suit will follow me, just to catch evidence that he has neglected his duty.

And the more he stuttered about doing things, the gentler the man behind him comforted him.

Can you not be gentle? Their performance depends entirely on themselves.

There is also the sudden change in attitude of colleagues. It turns out that only one employee in each branch will be reported. When they say thank you to him, they are thanking themselves for going to death and helping them take the blame...

Prader wanted to cry. There was no good person he met here.

It doesn't matter if he's not a good guy, he won't be able to get into a fight, all he does is stab him in the back.

God, is this the workplace?

Is this the so-called elite life?

He might as well have been herding cattle in his hometown... At least when he was killed, he knew how he died before he died.

Prader was very sad, and the more he thought about it, the sadder he became.

And he was pushed to his final destination.

A pure white room, surrounded by white ground... In this whiteness, Prad was surrounded by a black aura, which was very obvious.

He felt like something was being stripped away from his body, and it was very uncomfortable, like a cramp picking away the bones...

He curled up on the ground, holding his head in pain and convulsing all over.

It hurts so much. Is this... hell?

"Ding, the Chosen One of Ango Kingdom, Prad, was decomposed by Guaitan, and the dungeon failed. The number of Chosen Ones remaining in Ango Kingdom is currently: 170."