The Three Towers Company's game officially began.
Once the bosses of the four groups had finished choosing, everyone except the bosses received a number from one to twenty-nine.
Wen Xishu's section was Section C, so his Employee Numbers were C01 through C29.
His own number was C00.
[Day one is about to begin. Countdown: five, four, three, two, one...]
Zero.
The electronic display suddenly chimed.
Then a calendar appeared.
Day one began.
Nobody felt anything was wrong. Everyone sat down at the workstation corresponding to their number.
Soon, their computers displayed the work they needed to complete.
"What... the hell is this?" said C01, Li Weiwei.
"That's it? They're seriously underestimating us," said C02, Clark.
"If this is our work, it doesn't seem so bad. At least it's really, really easy." C03 was a man named Tang Zhe.
He was the man Wen Xishu had seen earlier who had shown no interest in choosing a boss and had even been yawning.
Tang Zhe's ability was calculation.
And their assignment this time was solving arithmetic problems.
Wen Xishu said:
"Looks like you all have the same kind of work. Arithmetic problems."
Every problem displayed at their workstations was an arithmetic problem.
At that moment, Wen Xishu seemed less like a boss and more like an examiner.
People who survived the apocalypse weren't necessarily academic stars, but doing a little arithmetic was still easy.
Wen Xishu quickly finished inspecting everyone's computers and noticed something...
The problems each person had to solve were actually different.
"Are these tailored to everyone's individual calculation abilities?" Wen Xishu quickly reached a conclusion.
For instance, C22 was a Black man named Turt, whose specialty was running fast.
Apparently, he lived in a primitive tribe and was chased by wild beasts every day.
His tribe was