What Kind of New Game Is This?

What Kind of New Game Is This?

After hearing his superior's words, Li Yan immediately wanted to kneel.

According to the rules of workplace survival, being praised by your superior was not a good thing.

Maybe the superior was being sarcastic, maybe he was preparing to pile work on you and make you take the blame. In any case, it was unlikely to be sincere praise.

Under his superior's terrifying aura, Li Yan's legs trembled, and he was about to kneel.

Jiang Wen beside him was even more pathetic. His face had gone pale, and the spiritual power stored in his Spiritual Root was beginning to burn just to keep him from collapsing.

Fortunately, his superior was already old.

The Spiritual Root in his body had degenerated, and his ability to sense his surroundings was weakening, so he failed to notice that the two of them were barely holding on.

Smiling, he stood up, walked over to them, patted their shoulders, and said, "I originally intended to give this position to someone else, but after seeing your performance, I've decided to give you two a chance."

Li Yan twitched out a smile. "Th-thank you, Leader, for your support."

"You're welcome. But you are both equally outstanding, so I've decided to have you conduct an internal competition. The winner will inherit my position."

"What about the loser?"

"Fired."

Jiang Wen lost his footing and fell to the floor.

In the past, this action would have been an absolute point deduction. Their rivals would have made a huge fuss over it, then posted it to the company intranet for everyone to bully him over.

But now, seeing Jiang Wen's miserable state, Li Yan felt only the sympathy of a rabbit mourning a dead fox. He felt no schadenfreude whatsoever.

Because he was