Journey to the West: Reform of the Underworld and the Start of Developing the Internet

"Your Majesty, I have a small question!"

"explain!!"

"Ten times the performance quota, will the bonus also be ten times?"

Langya said in a neither humble nor arrogant tone.

King Yan was slightly stunned by the question, and his eyes gradually narrowed!

Dare to negotiate with him?

This is... the rhythm of a play!

Suddenly, King Yan became a little interested.

He originally thought that the performance quota suddenly increased, and these newly promoted young men would have to fight him hard.

The two sides went back and forth, and gave in to each other, and finally reached a result that neither side was very satisfied with.

But he didn't expect that as soon as he opened his mouth, the guy in front of him named Langya directly started to talk about money nakedly.

It was really direct!

""What if there is? What if there isn't?"

King Yama asked curiously.

Langya smiled shyly:"If there is, I can't guarantee it for other camps, but in the Demon Camp, let alone a mere 10 times the performance, even if it is increased by a hundred times, I, the Demon Envoy, have the confidence to complete the task."

Hiss...

King Yama took a long breath, with a look of shock on his face.

Countless ghost messengers present also seriously suspected that their ears were broken.

This is really the most humble attitude, saying the most arrogant words. Do you know clearly what you are talking about?

Performance indicators increased a hundred times?

Even a ghost messenger 007 is either in the process of arresting souls or on the way to arresting souls.

It is impossible to make up this number.

This is not a performance that a normal ghost messenger can accomplish.

If the occasion did not allow it, Xie Bian would have stood up and shouted: This is an old liar!

Picking cabbages from the ground is not the way to pick them up!

King Yama was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a while.

Although he didn't know where Langya's confidence came from, King Yama knew that according to the previous soul-catching model, it would be impossible to achieve such results.

What if there is no tenfold incense bonus? Langya's words are not... There was no need to continue talking.

King Yama also knew what to do and did not ask.

Instead, he began to think about the pros and cons.

As for cheating, haha, the eighteen levels of hell in the underworld are built next door, and King Yama has never seen anyone who dared to talk nonsense in front of him.

But then again!

Does he need incense?

Of course he does.

Since the reconstruction of the City of the Dead, what he thinks about every day is how to properly spend the money that His Majesty Fengdu stuffed into his hands. After careful consideration, although King Yama still felt a little painful, considering that he could exchange incense for time, he could barely accept it.

Seeing that King Yama was about to agree,

Zhang San, who had just stepped down, squeezed up again at some point.

Zhang San first bowed slightly to King Yama, and then said:"Sir, the performance quota will be increased tenfold. The ghost messenger will be able to complete the task without any additional bonuses."

"Oh~really?"

Yan Luo Wang really didn't believe it this time.

If money could solve the problem, he would believe it.

But this problem can be solved without money.

Is he going to get another genius?

"Do you know what happens when you deceive me?"

"I have just obtained the position of Yin Shuai, so naturally I dare not deceive Lord Yama!"

"In addition, not only can I complete the soul-binding task on time, but I can also bring a lot of extra income to the underworld!"

Zhang San also had a humble smile on his face, but he was so angry that Langya almost drew his sword on the spot.

What do you mean?

I just sought ten times the benefits for everyone.

You are directly sabotaging it?

And making a profit?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Langya didn't believe it at all, and looked at Zhang San with anger at this moment.

The latter was also unwilling to be outdone, with a look of disdain, as if looking at a bumpkin.

King Yama glanced at Zhang San, then at Langya, and seeing that the two were about to fight, King Yama stretched out his hand to stop them on the spot.

"It's a mule, it's a horse, just take it out for a walk, isn't it?"

"Since you all have confidence in yourselves, then you should work hard and compare your performance!"

"Do your job well and don't fight among yourselves. The bonus from the underworld will naturally not be small!"

Although he didn't mention the tenfold bonus, let alone the punishment for losing, King Yama hinted at the bonus increase!

The demands of subordinates can't always be fully met, which can easily make people develop a sense of arrogance.

But rewards are a must!

Although it is very likely that things can be done without spending money.

But if you want the horse to run, you must first let the horse eat grass. He understands this principle better than anyone else.

Seeing that the tenfold performance quota competition was finalized, Langya and Zhang San snorted coldly, turned their heads together, and bowed directly:"We will follow the orders of King Yama!"

The head of the Soul Binding Camp, who had not been on stage the entire time, watched the scene quietly, smiling all the time, not caring at all about the frequent glances from his subordinates.

Especially Xie Bian, he was so anxious that cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and his eyes could not stop glancing at his new boss. From the initial expectation to the end, he was a little numb.

It's over, it's over, it's completely over!

A full ten times performance evaluation, is this a job for ghosts?

When the King of Hell left, the ghosts of the entire Soul Binding Camp could no longer hold back.

Some collapsed on the ground, some gasped for breath, and some even lay on the ground with their whole body spread out. They completely gave up resistance.

Tired, destroyed.

"Ahem! The demon and ghost envoys, the ghost envoys, and the brother camps are already busy, why are you all so lazy?"

With the intrusion of King Yama, the whole meeting was halfway through and was forced to end.

The ghosts from the other two camps saw their leaders and their treatment was improved, so they all left happily.

In order to achieve the new performance goals, they began to sprint.

In the entire yamen, only the unlucky guys belonging to the Soul-Detaining Camp are left, and there is also their new boss.

An old smoker with a wretched face.

The old smoker's voice immediately attracted countless ghosts to glare at him.

Ten times the performance assessment, that is to say, they have to complete the number of souls detained as stipulated in the performance assessment, and the remaining part can be counted as commission.

And the most outrageous thing is that the basic salary has not been increased at all.

This total treatment, even a ghost can't stand it.

"Hey, you old man, why were you so cowardly just now?"

"So what if the King of Hell is there? Why don't you dare to confront him head-on?"

Xie Bian couldn't bear it anymore!

A good boss is one who can make money for everyone, and the old smoker in front of him is obviously leading them into a trap.

Xie Bian didn't know the situation of the other two departments.

But in the entire soul-binding camp, there are only a few ghost messengers who can reach ten times the soul-binding quota.

What's more, there are only so many living beings who die in the world within a certain period of time. Without the triangular trade, it is difficult to complete the normal soul-binding quota now, let alone ten times.

"That's right! How did you, an old man, get promoted to the position of Yin Shuai? Did you bribe people and use the back door?"

"This is too bad. Can I stay in the Soul Binding Camp? The performance quota has increased tenfold. What should I do with my future cultivation?"

"Yes, yes. This is really too much, old smoker, you must give us an explanation."

As Xie Bian took the lead in firing, the big and small black and white impermanence���The captains also stood up. They all joined the team of verbal criticism.

Seeing that he was surrounded by the ghost officials!

The wretched old man took two puffs of his pipe slowly, blowing out smoke rings with a look of enjoyment, but he didn't mean to defend himself at all.

It was as if he didn't hear the complaints of the black and white impermanence from all sides.