Climb onto the Crystal Lamp.
Blow out the candle?
Wang Yong shuddered all over.
He looked at the candle whose flame was flickering, then at Jiang Qiao.
"Stop dawdling."
Jiang Qiao spoke calmly.
"You're an employee here. It's only fitting that you blow out the candle."
Fitting my ass!
Employee my ass!
Wang Yong cursed furiously inwardly.
These so-called employees of the Malevolent Ghost Building had it worse than the blood-and-sweat laborers outside. At least the laborers could live a little longer. After all, people were scarce resources these days.
Many regions had already eased their exploitation of the laborers and no longer used them as slaves.
But what about them?
Most of them couldn't even survive for three months.
And now this.
He was being sent to blow out the candle... Damn it, how was that any different from sending him to his death?
But then.
When he looked up and saw Jiang Qiao's half-smiling face,
the indignation in his heart turned into a mournful smile on his face. "Boss, I'll go up and blow out the candle, but you have to keep an eye on me. If you see that I can still be saved, you absolutely have to save me."
"Don't worry."
"I've got you covered."
Jiang Qiao made an OK sign.
He wasn't just saying that.
He was indeed sending Wang Yong to blow out the candle because of his identity as an "employee of the Malevolent Ghost Building."
In theory,
as their strength increased, it was only natural for the employees to start courting death and becoming restless.
Wasn't that reasonable?
Some of them had had enough of the Malevolent Ghost Building's missions and accumulated resentment and destructive impulses in their hearts. Wasn't that normal too? Even people with depression could commit suicide, let alone