Dialogue With Evil Gods: Become A Follower Of Tianzun At The Beginning

Fang Zongyu: "Xiao Lin, although everyone in the company will help you solve your troubles and teach you how to do things for free, it takes a lot of energy to teach you all your skills. If Boss Qian doesn't teach his son, can he teach you? ?

If you think about the sects in Xiuxian's novels, why is the holy son selected? Don't you think it's ridiculous that you, a named disciple, want the gods to choose you as their holy son?

The world has always been ruled by the weak and the strong. Our company is already very good. The executives of other companies don’t respect the low-level employees so much. When Mr. Qian gets along with us, do you think he has airs? "

Su Lin clenched his fists, annoyed for no reason in his heart, he admitted that what Fang Zongyu said was indeed true. Biqu library

It is true that other companies are not as humane as Su Lin's company. The top management of other companies also have various corruption behaviors, but because another company is worse, it is correct to submit to a slightly less bad company. of it?

At this time, Su Lin saw an old senior in the office walking towards the door with a cardboard box. He was surprised. It was the first time he saw someone from the company being fired, so he stood up and went forward: "Uncle Wang, you What's the matter?"

"Oh! I'm getting old, and I can't do what I want to do. It's just a waste of the company's funds to stay in the company and get these wages. It's better to resign early and go home to retire."

"Uncle Wang, you have worked in the company all your life!" Su Lin said excitedly.

"That's right, my son has also joined the company. I went home to help the company develop better. Isn't helping the company just helping my son?" Lao Wang, who had gray temples, said naturally.

This strong sense of disobedience made Su Lin feel uncomfortable. What made him feel uncomfortable was not the company, but all the employees here.

Suddenly, Cong Bingqing came over and said to Su Lin: "Xiao Lin, the project you are in charge of will be handed over to Mr. Qian later."

Su Lin's pupils contracted suddenly, and for a moment he felt Cong Bingqing's voice accentuate: [Xiao Lin, you can cut off the embryo you cultivated and give it to Mr. Qian. 】

"Sister Cong! That's not right, I sat up with that project alone, and it took me a year and a half!" Su Lin forcibly ignored the vague auditory hallucinations, packing unfairly for herself.

"You did a good job in the early stage, but you are better at the later stage of the project.

After all, you have not been in touch with post-production work, and the project that you hand over to Mr. Qian will be better and less troublesome. "

"Although I have never been in contact with it, this is also an opportunity for me to exercise!"

"Why do you need to exercise? In the company, everyone performs their own duties. It is enough for everyone to do what they are good at. Your exercise will only increase the risk of project failure and bring trouble to the company. Qian always does two things well." The project is good for the company, and it is also good for you. If the company's income increases, your wages will also increase."

Su Lin felt that this was outrageous, but there were all those puzzled eyes around him, as if he was the one who had the problem, not Cong Bingqing.

Su Lin suddenly realized that it wasn't that he had a problem, but that everyone in the company had a problem.

【Pouring resources on the most talented people is the best choice for the collective. Then there is no need for the weak to grow up. Being abandoned is their natural destiny. After contributing their own value, this Value will be assigned to the most suitable person by the collective will.

If someone pretends to be the will of the collective, he becomes the supreme dictator.

And when everyone is happy for the collective growth, does the individual will still exist? 】

Su Lin's forehead was covered with sweat, who was asking him the question?

He looked at the people around him vigilantly, and suddenly felt that it was fake.

Why?

Why does everyone take this for granted?

The auditory hallucinations in the ears continued one after another, but they turned into incomprehensible detailed descriptions—[People...bonus...powerful company...cattle, leeks...rich...believe...poor]

That's right, it will indeed be stronger if everyone's strength is gathered together to do big things, but what is it that is powerful?

If the weak do not feel any pain about their own situation, will the collective contradictions be resolved and disappear?

What is the power of the Ant Fairy Gate? Isn't Mr. Qian's tea enough to pay Lao Wang's salary? Isn't it enough for Pharaoh, who voluntarily optimizes, to stay in the company?

Isn't a merit pill from the Yixianmen enough to let thousands of aged registered disciples spend their old age peacefully?

The weak have no value of survival, they only deserve to feel happy in dedicated labor! It turns out that this is the true meaning of Ant Fairy Gate!

Ant Fairy Gate... What is Ant Fairy Gate!

My head hurts so much!

"human's

What is the definition... tell me the definition of human beings...you promised me..."

The sudden voice gave Su Lin a momentary picture of the situation. The voice and the question seemed familiar, and he felt as if he had heard it somewhere before.

But what is the definition of human?

Su Lin doesn't want to think about it anymore, anyway, he knows that human beings are not ants.

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In the deepest underground cave of Ant Fairy Sect, the head of the sect cut off Su Lin's head.

This is a matter of course, even if Su Lin is the Holy Son, the Ant Immortal Gouyu cannot be seen by anyone, especially those who can get close to the Ant Immortal Gouyu, which means that the other party also has the qualification to control Gouyu.

It is absolutely impossible for ordinary monks who have practiced the Ant Immortal Kungfu to get close to the Ant Immortal Gouyu.

"It's a pity. I thought it might be useful." A hoarse voice came from behind the chitin carapace mask of the headmaster. He raised Su Lin's head in his hand, thinking that it might be made from the body of the Holy Son. Some pills may have special benefits.

Su Lin's head blinked suddenly, and the master let out a "huh", and then the air flowed through the air. He shot at a speed that could not be observed by the naked eye, and cut the head in his hand into slices with a thickness of three centimeters.

"Pfft!"

Su Lin's headless corpse suddenly began to swell, and there were sounds of bones breaking in his body.

"Interesting, it's worthy of being the holy son chosen by Tianzun, it's really different." The master muttered to himself, standing in place, patiently waiting for Su Lin's transformation, he has absolute confidence in his own strength.

In addition, he also wanted to see how far the so-called Holy Son could go.

"Human...I'm...human!" A hoarse moan suddenly came from Su Lin's headless body.

The abdomen was then roughly torn apart, and a pitch-black arm protruded from Su Lin's stomach.

Tianzun, who had been watching quietly from the sidelines, had sparkling eyes, and she could see at a glance what this black lacquered thing was. It was a collection of extremely high-density material lines, and an extremely large number of material lines were compressed into one In a fixed space, this state will appear.

This thing is very powerful, but it is not what surprised Tianzun the most. What surprised him was why there was such a thing in Su Lin's body?

What kind of trigger mechanism is this thing?

"Hei Tianzun... Heh, let me see how its battle logic is." Tianzun chuckled.