Li Chunfeng sat in the living room on the first floor of the villa, staring blankly at the employee handbook in his hand. Calling it a handbook was generous—it was really just a printed sheet of paper.
At the top were the words: <Return of the Dead Technical Department Employee Handbook>.
It listed thirty rules, all of them absurd. For example, the first one: Xiahou Aotian was the leader of the Technical Department, and also its only leader.
Then there was the second: Please remember that Xiahou Aotian is the wisest Scholar in all of history. Show him the highest respect—greet him respectfully whenever you meet him!!
And the sixth: In the Technical Department, remember that everything Xiahou Aotian says is correct. If you disagreed, then you must be wrong.
Or the nineteenth: Xiahou Aotian cared deeply for his subordinates. Every Saturday, he would hold lectures to impart the essence of the Scholar profession and his ocean-deep knowledge. Therefore, from now on, address him as: Principal!! Every Saturday!!
What was this supposed to mean? Was this new head of the Technical Department trying to build a cult of personality?
Rather than an employee handbook, it was more like a set of brainwashing rules.
I came here to work, not to sell myself... Li Chunfeng nearly suspected he had wandered into a pyramid scheme den.
"Judging by your expression, you seem rather dissatisfied with our Technical Department's rules and regulations." Xiahou Aotian sat upright, his voice deep.
He was a leader now, after all, commanding the guild's most important department. In the future, it would become a major company worth hundreds of billions. A boss had to possess a boss's dignity and bearing.
What the hell is all this nonsense? Of course I'm dissatisfied. I quit. Li Chunfeng was just about