Faced with subordinates who came to force their relationship late at night, the boss firmly expressed his attitude of never accepting gifts, trying to establish a harmonious, friendly, transparent and healthy relationship between subordinates and superiors in the company.
The boss is thinking of a reason to refuse Xiao Lan when he hears a "bang" on his office door.
Boss: "......"
Are you fucking sympathetic to my overtime efforts?
It's like visiting a grave, or visiting a grave even if there is no grave!
The door to the boss's office is solid wood and very sturdy, but not as protected by the Advent world as the studio door, which quickly collapsed to the floor under Xiao Lan's vigorous miracle.
With the sound of the door slamming to the floor, two figures stepped leisurely into the interior of the room.
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Upon entering the boss's office, Xiao Lan looks around.
The office looks quite neat and the decor is modern - after all, the owner of a gaming company doesn't have the middle-aged entrepreneurial aesthetic of a traditional business.
But there was nothing suspicious of a conference room in sight.
The entire wall to the right of the door was covered in red and white stuff, what looked like pâté mixed with offal and randomly glued into a pile on the wall, a pile that was still writhing and occasionally dripping with sticky blood.
If you look closely you will see that these scattered pieces of flesh also conceal mouths and eyes.
As if some kind of seal had been opened, the smell of blood filled the air.
Xiao Lan hadn't smelled anything at all before, even through the door, but now the smell lingered on the tip of her nose like a viscous liquid.
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When Xiao Lan and Luo entered the room, the two eyes spread out on different parts of the wall turned to them in unison.
"You ...... saw it ......"
The boss's grim voice came out of the puddle of pulp. This time, his tone took on a dangerous and angry tone, and murderous intent boiled in his words.
The bruised lips on the wall opened and closed in time with his voice, looking grotesque and terrifying.
These two guys! Saw his biggest secret!!!
The boss has always avoided meeting the players, his guidance and allocation of work to them is done through the screen, and even during meetings he has not shown himself.
Xiao Lan had long speculated whether this boss was a non-entity or just too dead to be so.
Having gone through several games, he found that the ghosts and ghouls actually do mind their dead appearance, and many of the female ghosts and ghouls will touch up their appearance before coming out. Those with poor make-up skills might restore the integrity of the corpse a little but still look ghostly, but those with good make-up skills can look as good as they did when they were alive.
It turned out that the boss didn't just die in a bad way, he simply died in an unattractive way, a look that no amount of make-up skills could have saved him from.
Xiao Lan stared at the wall of writhing mush: "No wonder this guy is always reluctant to meet people."
Luo commented, "This look can't be saved even if the phone's beauty effect is turned up to the maximum."
He has always been interested in the technological products of mankind, especially the new things that have emerged, and technology like beauty that allows people to look at a photo and not recognise them in person is really interesting.
But apparently, the beauty effect has no effect on the mincemeat in front of you.
Xiao Lan weighed the [Bones of Dalet] in his hand and said, "But he's already in this shape, so how do we fight him? Do we have to beat him up like a beef ball?"
What happens when you want to hammer your opponent, only to find that they've already turned into a puddle of mud?
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At this moment, he had a feeling of being unable to do anything.
"Die-"
After being taunted one after another and critiqued by these two bastards like nobody's business, the boss had been swept away by anger.
The mush on the wall began to wriggle wildly, and countless tentacles mixed with minced flesh and entrails reached out from the wall and danced through the air.
Then, two tentacles came towards Xiao Lan and Luo with a speed that was difficult to see.
Xiao Lan dodges quickly with both feet on the ground.
The tentacle misses and reverses direction to come back at Xiao Lan, who then strikes back with a "bang" that knocks the tentacle out of the way as it tries to tangle again.
A deep purple flame instantly rose from the area attacked by [Dalet's Bone], spreading along the tentacles. At the same time, the fragrance of roasted meat emanated, but it soon turned to char and mixed with the original blood in the air, creating an unpleasant and strange smell.
"Ah..."
The boss let out a scream that made his eardrums hurt and waved his tentacles across the floor, trying to get the flames to go out.
However, the millennia-old rage of the untouchable cannot be extinguished by ordinary means, except by Xiao Lan's own initiative or by the use of skills or props by the target of the attack.
And this guy who doesn't even look like he has a shirt obviously has no such ability.
Seeing that the flames could not be extinguished, the boss cut off the tentacle, which was made of flesh and blood, with a single heartbeat. After losing the manipulation of the body, the tentacle burned faster and faster in the flames, and soon became a black crumb.
On the other side, the tentacle that had attacked Luo had been silently swallowed up, leaving only a neat break.
The boss waved the other tentacles made of blood and flesh, looking a little wary and not attacking again for a while.
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Because of the change of movement of the boss, Xiao Lan could see that under a wall of flesh and blood, a door appeared with the words "Meeting Room" clearly written on it.
No wonder they didn't even see it when they came in earlier, it was covered by the owner.
It seems that if you want to enter this small meeting room to obtain the idol, you have to get past the boss.
Xiao Lan switched [Bones of Dalet] to its sharpest blade form and gave Luo a look, "Depends on the situation, we can't be too gentle with the boss."
Luo smiled up in his boss's direction, "If it's your orders, there's no harm in being rude once in a while."
Boss: "......"
Suddenly I felt a bit redundant, like one of those things that, when powered up, would light up all over the walls.
And ...... he got a very bad feeling.
Next, the boss's ominous premonition was fulfilled when he saw the two men in front of him sprinting violently in his direction, their speed so great that they were both in front of him in a flash.
In the next instant, pale bone blades and sharp claws fell on him at the same time, slicing several tentacles straight off hard.
The boss screamed again, but the two men didn't leave him time to perform, and the next round of attacks was already coming again.
Seeing the situation, the boss tries to gather himself up to launch a counterattack.
In that short gap, however, there were several more sharp blades breaking through the air as more tentacles were sliced off.
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In a few short breaths, the bloody flesh of the boss that had taken up a wall had shrunk by half, and the tentacles that had been waving arrogantly were reduced to a pitifully short pile of breaks.
The image is like when you finally muster up the courage to go to the hairdresser for once, only to meet a first-time teacher, Tony, who leaves you with a hairstyle that you will never forget even if you have Alzheimer's.
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Before he could build up the strength to strike back again, a white stick had smacked him hard.
With each swing of the stick, the flesh and blood attached to the wall was scattered in all directions. Soon the boss went from being all over a wall to being all over the room.
The image was so brutal that it required a code to
The door to the conference room in front of him was finally fully exposed, and the boss on the floor was motionless, not sure if he had been knocked loose and couldn't stick for a while, or if he had been beaten to the point where he had shut himself up and didn't want to move.
Xiao Lan stood at the door of the meeting room, looked back at the floor of bosses and asked very politely, "Boss, we're going in first, are you okay with that?"
The office was silent; the boss probably didn't even want to talk, or he had lost the ability to talk.
Luo stepped forward and opened the door for Xiao Lan: "It looks like the boss is fine with it, so let's go, sir."
Boss: "......"
How can there be such shameless people in the world!
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The small meeting room is simply furnished and everything in it is visible at a glance.
A golden statue of a deity is silently staying in the middle of the room.
The deity does not look familiar to Xiao Lan in the Chinese style, and although he is full of smiles, he does not have an immortal aura, but rather looks rich and a little treacherous, more like a mercenary businessman.
The two men searched the conference room and found nothing else resembling an idol, which is probably what the planner was referring to in the chat.
Xiao Lan's eyes were a little puzzled: "Is there any connection between this belly-flopping, stingy-legged Tai Sin and the fairy name of 'Yin Yue Gods'?"
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"Maybe the world is different in the eyes of a planner." Luo propped up his jaw with one hand, "After all, he sees himself as a funny and talented man who is very popular with women."
Xiao Lan: "......"
It makes so much sense that this planner's brain is probably really different from the norm, but any pairing of peanuts wouldn't be so drunk.
One problem now, however, is that the idol is quite large and quite a bit taller than a grown man, making it doubtful that the thing will make it out of the doorway or not.
Eventually the two decided to carry the thing out together before it caused any knocks on the road.
Xiao Lan reached out and lifted the head of the idol.
The cold, unforgiving system prompt rang out.
" Xiao Lan, superstitious of the God of Wealth, bows his poor head and gains the 'Blessing of the God of Wealth - Altered' status for 1 minute "
"In an abnormal state, poverty value reduced by 50,000"
Xiao Lan's hand shook as he suddenly remembered that the planner had said that this idol was put there by the boss to attract money!
Usually this kind of company owner is more or less superstitious, and making offerings to a god of wealth is considered normal operation, but he never thought this idol would actually work!
"In an abnormal state, poverty value reduced by 50,000"
"In an abnormal state, poverty value reduced by 50,000"
......
Xiao Lan's heart went cold as the poverty deduction alert appeared every two seconds.
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"Come on, come on, come on, move this thing down!" Xiao Lan jumped up like a firebrand.
It was better to move the idol down within the time limit of the status, as who knows if he would do it all over again if he touched the idol again when the status ended.
As per the usual pissing about of this skill, more than likely it will.
Luo saw the wrong expression on his face and sped up in tandem.
The two men darted out of the conference room like a gust of wind.
On the way, the boss managed to regather a little bit of limb that hadn't been scorched by the bizarre flames, only a pitiful little pile.
Instead, his two excellent employees leapt out of it just in time, one stepping over his body and then walking away without looking back, turning him firmly into a meat pie and clinging to the floor, unable to gouge it off for a while.
Boss: "......"
Is this what happens when you are a shady boss?
It's the same reasoning as when you walk too much at night, you will always encounter ghosts. When a shady boss has been a shady boss for a long time, he will inevitably encounter employees who are even more shady than him.
And he couldn't beat it.
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The two men darted down the stairs in a blaze of glory, and the players saw only a flash of golden streaks, accompanied by the sound of darting footsteps, a movement that startled the players to drop what they were holding and to probe out to see.
Because of the size of the idol, it was difficult to fit it into the office on the ground floor, and it was eventually placed in the open space of the hall, which is the most open place in the entire studio.
"Phew ......" Xiao Lan exhaled and finally finished before the countdown ended.
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The fat, golden statue of the god stands in a modern, modern hall and looks extremely out of place.
Players were also gathered in the hall at the moment, before they had time to exchange new information -
At 3:44, it arrived.
"Thud - thud - thud - thud -"
The familiar ringing of the bell.
"Jingle bells--"
The phone at the reception desk then rang abruptly.
Then, without the player going over to answer the phone, the call was automatically answered and put on speakerphone.
"Hee hee ...... Hee hee ...... Hee hee ......"
It was as if a child's laughter was coming through the phone, and the sound was a little distorted .
With the sound of laughter, a breeze from an unknown source blew out of the surrounding windows and the wind raged through the hall, sending the temperature throughout the studio plummeting a few degrees lower.
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