Although he desperately wanted to head straight to the Heaven Origin Agricultural Machinery Factory to tighten screws, Zhong Zheng still couldn't make the trip.
As an assistant in the Culture Department, he had far too much work on his hands. Unless he finished it all, there was no way he could leave.
In order to set off immediately, he took apart his left hand, right hand, left foot, right foot, and head, stuffing a Holy Spirit into each one so he could do seven jobs by himself.
Witnessing such madness, the Holy Spirits he had pulled out trembled in fear. Zhong Zheng was even crazier than they had imagined.
As expected of an old ghost cultivator who'd lived for centuries. When it came to not acting like a human, he was truly impressive.
If he could be this ruthless to himself, he would be even worse to others.
As a result, the Holy Spirits he had pulled out behaved themselves much better, speeding up Zhong Zheng's progress.
Before this, he had carefully prepared promotional copy for My Factory, making it easier for Heaven Origin's cultivators to learn just how outstanding this Dreamscape was.
[An epic masterpiece, an unshakable legend!]
[A moving historical masterpiece spanning fifty-two years of factory development.]
[A model of seeing the big through the small, a poem capable of overturning your worldview! With excellent character portrayals as well, it will grant you an extraordinary emotional experience.]
After reading Zhong Zheng's promotional copy, his left hand felt it was a bit much.
Zhong Zheng's response was, "What the hell do you know? You've never even worked in a factory. Get to work, then come into the factory with me."
After spending three days dealing with the work on hand, Zhong Zheng finally let out a cheer when he