Intellectual retardation system: Even ancestors are afraid of crazy criticizers and gossip lovers

The [-]th Floor Novel Network has black pages, a flower background, white fonts, and skull decorations. It is mysterious and strange. There are only pages and no novels.

Yan Li checked it out and then looked at the recruitment website.

The eighteenth-floor company is recruiting editors and above. The requirements are: people with disabilities, disabled military personnel are preferred, those who can see and recognize words, can press the signing button, and like to read horror novels.

The monthly salary is [-] yuan plus commission, and food, accommodation and transportation are included.

At this time, countless military avatars sent private messages on the chat interface. There were a lot of them, including men and women. It was probably enough.

Yanli directly closed the recruitment and sent out the interview time...11pm the day after tomorrow.

1 April

There are lanterns and colorful decorations everywhere, it’s almost the Chinese New Year...

When Lin Xu went to work, he saw a few people who played games every day, standing at the door obediently, standing upright, as obedient as they wanted. They had become familiar with each other during this time, so he said hello naturally.

"What happen to you guys?"

"The boss is coming." Yan Ping'an said seriously.

"Want to stand here?"

"You don't have to, just do your work. The boss is here to interview employees today."

"Oh..." Lin Xu didn't pay attention and walked away with three steps. This battle was a bit strange, as if he was very scared.

Yanli went upstairs and saw them when he got out of the elevator.

"Hi boss."

"After a while, you are going to help pick people up and take them to the application hall on the first floor."

"Good boss."

Yan Li went directly into the president's office, and then asked the technical staff to help his 'friend' get a management account.

This is an ordinary day, but... it is an extraordinary beginning.

Yan Ping'an looked at the group of people getting out of the car and couldn't help but pick his head. Suddenly he realized that he felt a little off, so he quickly took back his hand and pushed his confused brother.

The others reacted and quickly brought the person in through the side entrance.

Soon the disabled people were sitting on the first floor, and they did not need to be interviewed one by one.

They sat together on the chairs, feeling much less uneasy.

When Yanli walked in, the hall was quiet, and they just watched her stand on the stage.

Yanli, who was counting ants smoothly, took a quick glance and counted 144 people.

The number of people is very suitable, and there are 20 empty seats left, which will be filled by technical staff in the future.

As the people above looked at them, the people below were still very nervous. There were many people with short legs and arms, and there were also many soldiers. Everyone wanted to find a job and have the right to live independently.

"Hmm... you know how to type and play computer games, right? If you don't know how, raise your hands... you can raise your arms or type with your feet." Yanli changed his words when he saw that he didn't have hands.

There is no one to lift this, and depending on the situation, it doesn’t matter if I don’t have hands.

"I don't have a heart disease. Mine is a pure horror novel website. If you are too timid, you should go back. The novels I collect are a bit scary."

Everyone below shook their heads, and some answered no.

"Okay... follow your supervisor to have lunch, go to the dormitory to separate rooms, register, and then go to work after the Chinese New Year, which is... February [-]th."

After Yanli finished speaking, he left.

The more than 100 people left behind were dumbfounded: Is this it?

It feels like a pyramid scheme!

When Yan Ping'an saw his boss leaving on a small electric donkey, he stood up on the stage and coughed twice: "Ahem... uh... let's eat first."

For a moment he didn't know what to say.

After dinner, they were taken to the dormitory and each person was given two sets of work clothes.

Everything was arranged and the employees were relieved.

Everyone went home because they thought the chances of success were low and brought nothing with them.

And...it's Chinese New Year.

……

"Dong dong..."

Seeing the person opening the door, Shu Yue stepped aside. When Shu Yue entered Yan Li's house for the first time, her first impression was that it was very clean and there was not much breath of life.

She put down the fruit and gift box and asked, "Xiao Li, aren't you going home to celebrate the New Year?"

"Not going home." Her home is not here.

"How about you come to my house to celebrate the New Year?" Shu Yue blinked with a pleading expression on her face.

Yan Li shook his head and refused.

Shu Yue was not discouraged and said with a proud face: "Xiao Li, everyone has gone home during the Chinese New Year. Many shops will be closed and you will have no food to eat."

Yanli held his bank card in front of his face and said boldly: "I have money."

"..."

Money can make people go around, and money can make people live longer.

Shu Yue returned home regretfully. She didn't expect that she didn't succeed.

During the Chinese New Year, everyone has a holiday.

People are free, and there are more viewers in the live broadcast room.

As soon as Yanli came online, a group of people followed the cat who smelled the fishy smell.

They didn't wait for the boss to enter the live broadcast room and saw the boss starting the live broadcast by himself.

Although it is voice mode.

"Ouch... I can give the boss a gift in my lifetime."

"I'll swipe a rocket. The boss will come and call me brother..."

There is no management in the Yanli live broadcast room, and the barrage turns into a mess.

She hasn't spoken yet and is about to be pushed up the list.

Depending on the situation, I closed the gift with my backhand.

"Eh? I can't give it away... Hey, I was about to give my little heart to the boss, damn it."

"Hahaha... If you don't want to receive gifts, just close it."

"The boss may not. Wait until she finds a closed channel, so that the 1234 group will be shameless and say that they are keeping their mouths high."

"Ah...you bunch of shameless people, get out of the way...the boss is mine!"

"Not to mention too much, the boss's publicity level is 6."

"Don't talk, be quiet, and let the boss speak..."

Seeing that the number of people was about the same, Yan Li said, "I have a friend..."

"Eh? This opening line looks a bit familiar..."

"I have a friend who wants to be verified as a friend of my boss..."

"I also have a friend who wants to..."

"Go away, my sister is mine!"

Yanli continued: "The 18th-floor novel website collects all thrillers and horror novels, and the reward is 1000 million..."

"???"

"!!!"

"As expected of the boss's 'friend', Hao!"

"Eh? Renle...what happened? I haven't heard the boss call me brother to pay back the money..."

"Return your sister!"

The live broadcast has ended, but the barrage is still beating wildly.

At this time, most of the people in the live broadcast room had disappeared, and there was no sound.

At the same time, on the Black Novel Network, the data began to beat and accounts began to be generated one by one.

At the same time, the company registrant was well known, with account number 44444444, and account number 4444 was found.

It was the boss, but the name was different. The owner of the company was Yan Li. They felt that he was not the boss.

They simply ignored the possibility that they were the same person.

But 1000 million... very touching.

Only thrillers and horrors...

After two days, countless novel submissions came to Novel.com’s mailbox.

At the same time, Yan Li has read a novel, and this year will pass soon.

She logged in directly with the administrator account and started looking for interesting novels.

It’s only been two days, and the word count is [-]...but it’s just the signed word count, so there may be more.

"Reincarnation Hell? Li Yue?"

Shu Yue?

"The novel you distributed?"

"Yes, I asked a gunman to write it. Xiao Li, look at which one is suitable. There will be at least dozens of copies that are suitable for signing. They can be used as publicity." Shu Yue had already thought a long way and pushed this book forward. Hehehehe... ...The 1000 million is hers, and the wealth will not go to outsiders.

"Um……"