Don't follow the rules

"Well, it looks much more honest than before, which is good. It's still the same question as before: what are you running?"

Brother Liu subconsciously covered his neck again, but found that this time he was not as out of breath as before, and couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at Chunyu.

"Who are you? How could anyone resist her contract?"

Chunyu narrowed his eyes dangerously: "I remember telling you that I asked you because I wanted to know the answer, not to ask you to throw the question back."

Brother Liu swallowed and his body shook like chaff.

Chunyu: "What? I've already created a safe zone for you, but you still don't dare to say it? I'm afraid you don't want to say it from the bottom of your heart."

He sat back on the sofa: "It's right if you think about it carefully. If you act as their puppet, you can not only stay young forever, but you can also drink Dahongpao, a mother tree that ordinary people can't even imagine in their lifetime. As a vested interest in drinking enough oil and water, , how could you be willing to sell your glory and wealth like this?"

"Glory and wealth are great, but you have to live to enjoy them."

As the words fell, the red halo that seemed to have been imprinted on the ground suddenly shrank inward.

The ground burned by the red circle left a sunken, scorched mark, making a sizzling sound.

Brother Liu, who was sitting slumped in the center of the red circle, couldn't dodge in time. The red light that quickly shrunk in the circle rubbed the corner of his elbow, instantly burning him upright.

"Ow!!!"

Chunyu shook his sword finger, and the red circle stopped shrinking. Brother Liu, who stopped crying in pain, looked at Chunyu in shock.

"Bad news, everything that can be burned by this red circle is dirty, so strictly speaking, you are indeed no longer a human being."

Chunyu paused, looking at Brother Liu no differently than looking at a dead person. He continued: "The good news is that you are not protected by human laws now. Even if I kill you, it won't be considered murder."

Brother Liu suddenly knelt down to Chunyu.

Chunyu plucked his ears and said, "When you have figured it out, confess it. Don't let me ask you a third time."

"I said...I said...don't kill me."

"Actually, it's not a business operation. We are... raising the low-level social animals on the first floor."

"Raising? The bottom class?" Chunyu sneered, "Why, you are just a scoundrel, you really think you are a master."

Brother Liu quickly shook his head in denial: "No, no! I don't dare, I just followed them... Everyone says so, it's just a uh, you can understand it as a professional term."

"go on."

"The production of these variety shows is just to provide the bottom line...employees have built a framework that needs to work, putting all their energy into the work that will never be completed, but at the same time, it also provides enough realistic pressure and concerns about promotion. They dare not resist easily because of the big pie of their job. They can only...can only let their spirits languish in the day-to-day consumption and continue to breed [grievance]."

"The main job of our third floor is to arrange for 'promotion' employees. As for the grievances on the first floor, there are special pipelines that are transported to the fourth floor for processing..."

Chunyu interrupted him: "Third floor?" Brother Liu pointed to the floor carefully: "Although you have only climbed one floor, this is the third floor."

Chunyu leaned forward slightly and asked puzzledly: "Where is the second floor?"

"The doorman on the second floor is on the second floor."

Chunyu tapped his knuckles on the coffee table impatiently: "Be more detailed. Don't let me ask you a question. You answer it."

Brother Liu was frightened by Chunyu's actions again, and the red circle burn was still aching. He quickly said everything he knew like a bamboo tube pouring beans:
"Brother, the first floor is the social animal working floor, which uses squeezing to produce harmless grievances. The second floor refers to the process of completing 'promotion' by clocking in upstairs... During this period, some employees who are not popular will be directly alienated by the guard. They become assembly line technicians on the fourth floor, processing the grievances conveyed by the pipelines on the first floor. The third floor is the administrative floor, and those who are not screened to the fourth floor by the guard can enter the management post, which is us."

"After being classified and absorbed by various departments, we will manage the first, third and fourth floors to help the boss maintain the operation of the entire program production center."

"In order to prevent us, promoted employees who have access to more core information, from leaking information, the bosses feel that the constraints of the contract alone are not effective enough, so they let us lose our human identities and stay here as ghosts."

After speaking in a nutshell, Brother Liu also knew that he was definitely on the company's blacklist, so he could only feel relieved: "I have told everything I know. Can this be considered a surrender? Please bring me, brother." Me, don’t let me die.”

Chunyu leaned leisurely on the sofa and took a sip of tea leisurely: "Don't worry, I'll think about it again. By the way, what do you do to produce [grievance]?"

Brother Liu nervously licked the corners of his dry mouth: "It's food."

"Food for ghosts?" Chunyu immediately answered.

Brother Liu nodded: "So, those of us who have become ghosts are not allowed to go back to the bottom. First, we are afraid that we will leak the secret, and second, we are afraid that we will not be able to restrain our appetite amidst such strong resentment."

Chunyu suddenly realized: "That's why the first floor was specially created into a purely human environment. Even the staff on duty who looked after them still forcibly maintained their human state. Loulan who accidentally entered the first floor was also quickly removed. Everything was gone. It’s to avoid arousing the appetite of ghosts.”

He looked at Brother Liu: "Resentment is very common. Ordinary ghosts will find their own food. The ghost market will not sell such a large number of worthless things, but you are concentrating production on a large scale like a factory. What do you want?"

Brother Liu seemed to be thinking about his words for a second: "Actually, the resentment we create is a little different from the ones outside."

"Details."

Brother Liu wiped the sweat from his forehead: "First of all, the source of the resentment in the wild is unknown. If you accidentally eat the resentment left by the evil spirit, you will definitely suffer a lot. And you have also seen the resentment here. We can't even resist. Produced by weak chickens and livestock that even dare not dare, although it is not a supplement for ghosts and monsters, it can definitely be called a healthy and green commercial food."

"Furthermore, there is not much difference between ghosts in the wild and the animal world. It is common to be hungry and full. However, the output of our resentment is not only stable, but also made into cans, which is convenient for transportation and storage."

"Finally... the boss seems to have other business. I'm not sure about this. It's difficult for the office director to have contact with business. However, I have seen trucks often coming to take away the canned grievances from the fourth floor. It must be There must be other sales channels, otherwise we wouldn’t have set up this factory specifically.”

At this point, Chunyu fell silent. He couldn't help but think of his previous experience in the Fifth Hospital.

Behind the scenes of the ghost stories in the Fifth Hospital is actually a ghost production and processing factory run by Rao Ze.

As I write this, I don’t know whether it’s the social animals on the first floor who are more resentful, or whether I am more resentful about working overtime ()