Wear it quickly! My mad dog-like host!

Happy Hour Factory.

The special agents who work part-time as security guards cut off the flowers that have climbed outside the wall, trimmed the branches slightly, tied up several flowers with ribbons, and placed them on the windowsill of the security room to sell to passers-by early the next morning.

The price is not expensive. Depending on the degree of blooming and the number of flowers, the most expensive bouquet is only ten yuan.

Even though people in this industrial zone work in factories, younger people are still willing to buy flowers to decorate their lives.

Not only that, many factory office workers would spend two or three dollars to buy themselves a bouquet of flowers and put them on their workstations when they passed by in the morning.

If there are still flowers for sale when men get off work in the evening, many men will take a bouquet back for their families.

Ten yuan a bunch, not even as expensive as a pack of cigarettes, but it can make you look good for several days, so it's really worth it.

The money earned from the sale of these flowers was all used to compensate for the meals of the part-time special agents.

Because of the flowers, the Happy Time Factory has a good reputation in the industrial zone and has received many holiday gift orders from factories.

Because the flowers are famous, many retailers rush to wholesale the products. The products taste good and have received rave reviews. With Fancheng as the center, they are gradually sold to neighboring cities and are in short supply.

"Boss Qian."

Two Secret Service agents who were squatting at the door trimming bouquets saw Qianghua coming towards the factory and immediately put down their work and greeted her.

Qianghua nodded slightly, "Thank you for your hard work."

"No, no." The two waved their hands.

It's really not hard. If they didn't like everything they learned from their master more, they would have continued to do this job as the gatekeeper of the Happy Time Factory.

Qianghua walked past the two people and entered the factory's administrative building.

Tao Niang had just appeased a group of ghosts when she noticed Qianghua and Xiaoba coming, and hurried out to greet them.

"Some ghosts in the factory are thinking about their past lives and have kinship ties that they cannot let go of. They want to ask if they can send their earnings to their families."

This is not a big deal, but since it involves the human social system, Tao Niang really can't make a decision.

Moreover, she had learned from the part-time Secret Service personnel during this period that the official only locked up the ghosts they captured and sent for reform, but they could not control the ghosts like the Venerable did.

Therefore, many people focused their attention on the ghosts under the Venerable, trying to obtain methods to control the ghosts.

It is incredible that ghosts can do things in the world of the living. If you add that ghosts can make money and support their living relatives, once the news gets out, I am afraid that all ghosts in the world will become servants of people with ulterior motives.

They are a group of real cows and horses that eat less and work more. The living people's fear of ghosts will be swept away because of the benefits!

Until then……

Uh uh uh, Tao Niang felt horrified when she thought of that scene.

The human heart is more unpredictable than those demons and ghosts, and also more greedy than them.

It’s just that one is in the heart and the other is on the skin.

Qianghua sat down on the sofa and asked in confusion: "Why do you want to send money to strangers? Don't you like to spend it yourself?"

Tao Niang thought of the ghosts crying and begging her, and a trace of pity flashed in her eyes.

"The ghosts who come to me for help are all women. Because they died, their children have no one to protect them. Some are sent to orphanages, while others are left alone in old houses as left-behind children, living a miserable life."

Hearing this reason, Qianghua frowned slightly: "They are separated by Yin and Yang, they only need to take care of their own future, what does the past have to do with them."

Tao Niang: "But..."

Qianghua lowered her eyes and said calmly, "Do you know that when you have too many responsibilities, some people who should be responsible will become lazy, or even slowly abandon their responsibilities?"

She has experienced a lot of things like this.

If these people cannot become her people, be controlled by her, and become her blades, she is now unwilling to care about them.

Even if she has a charitable foundation under her name now, it may be okay if the people funded by the foundation have no relatives. But if they do, and any immediate relatives cannot make sense, then no matter how outstanding the person is, they will not be funded by the foundation.

Those who receive the funding will work for her for ten years after they reach adulthood or graduate.

Qianghua helped Xiaoba stand up and said, "Compared to their pitiful children who are still alive, I think they deserve more pity. Even after death, they are still disturbed by their so-called relatives. I have never seen those male ghosts miss their relatives."

"Yes." Xiao Ba interrupted, kicking his short legs in the air. "When their living relatives don't offer incense and sacrifice to them, they will curse and curse. Isn't this also a kind of longing?"

Tao Niang: "..."

Qianghua laughed, "You are right."

She said to Tao Niang: "This is not a charity factory. If they still insist on giving for their living relatives, then I will just let them go and meet their relatives."

Qianghua didn't believe that their living relatives would be willing to see them.

Moreover, how long had it been since we had been under protection that we began to have extra compassion?

"If there are any such cases in the future, all factories will be fired."

Tao Niang opened her mouth and said, "Yes..."

Qianghua took Xiaoba away.

The last day of the winter year.

The results of the “Miaomiao International Photography Competition” are out.

Among many photos of different styles, Jian Fan won the first place in this competition with a photo titled "Emerald" which showed a little bird poking its head out from a treetop and jumping down into the bright sunshine.

Xiao Ba's hair is fluffy and shiny, sparkling with golden light under the sunlight, and his big round eyes are like two crystal clear emeralds.

Even his obesity could not conceal the energy and agility he exuded as he leaped in the air.

People can't help but show their love for it when they see it.

Ding Sihui paid close attention to the results of the competition. She immediately framed the winning photos and placed them on the shrine and the front desk of the company, praying devoutly, "Master Xiaoba, please bless me to make a fortune next year!"

The receptionist looked at her boss with a complicated expression, "Boss Ding, you didn't believe these things before."

Ding Sihui refuted with a serious face: "You don't understand, if I hadn't made a wish to Master Xiaoba before, would I still have 57 yuan left this year?!"

You might become a deadbeat!

But now, after settling the final payments to other suppliers, employee wages and bonuses, rent, utilities, and other payments at the end of the year, she still has some left!

“Yeah, yeah.” Ding Sihui looked at the photo and nodded with satisfaction, “It’s not bad this year. I have some extra money.”

The lady at the front desk: "..."

Well, having a carefree boss is also a good thing for employees.