Go to work.
Why did those two simple words sound so tragic? Just thinking about them was enough to make tears well up...
Especially when he saw the Lamplighter's face, practically screaming that he was here to enjoy the show. That only made it more tragic.
"Name?"
Ji Jue remained silent for a long time, hesitating several times, utterly unable to speak.
Old thing, you fucking...
"What's wrong? It's just your name. We still have gender and age afterward!" The Lamplighter's expression immediately turned serious. "Please cooperate, newcomer. These are necessary onboarding procedures."
Ji Jue laughed angrily. "No, bro? You nearly blurted out my Citizen ID code the moment you opened your mouth, so why are you putting on this act?"
The Lamplighter grinned. "Hey, isn't it about having a sense of ceremony?"
"In a place like this? A sense of ceremony? Are you serious?"
Expressionless, Ji Jue pointed at the cramped room, the dust-covered floor and desk, and the mess of tissues, pens, mops, towels, and other miscellaneous junk piled on the shelf in the corner.
What fucking sense of ceremony was there?
"What's wrong with a storage room? What's so bad about a storage room? You're lucky to even have a desk and chairs. What, were you expecting the CEO's luxurious office?" The Lamplighter in the oil painting sat on a lavish sofa without a care, holding a wine glass as the ice cubes clinked loudly inside. "Learn to be grateful, newbie. In today's society, finding a job isn't easy. At a large corporation like ours, you wouldn't even have been able to submit your résumé a few centuries ago... A mere [Temporary Worker] should know his place, understand?
As he spoke, he shook his glass again. After hinting for quite some time, he impatiently urged, "Little Ji,