magic stick labor contract

There is an old desk in Zhang Jiu's office, on which is a computer with a large back, and a thick mainframe next to it.

Zhang Jiu turned on the computer, and the computer finally started up with a "coaxing" sound of a tractor. After 3 minutes, the classic startup screen appeared on the screen, followed by the "Dangdangdang~" startup sound effect.

——Windows XP

Zhang Jiu hadn't seen XP for many years, and he felt inexplicably familiar with it. This computer was even more outdated than his own.

As soon as he turned on the computer, the phone rang. It was the personnel department who asked Zhang Jiu to do newcomer training. Many newcomers were recruited this week, and all the newcomers were doing training together.

Zhang Jiu went upstairs and entered the conference room. There were a lot of newcomers, all of whom were very neatly dressed. Manager Zhang and many people from the HR department were sitting in the office, ready to start training the newcomers.

The training lasted from morning to noon, and there were all kinds of company plans and rules. Zhang Jiu was sitting on a chair, and the small air conditioner in the meeting room was blowing coolly. It was floating around in the conference room.

One of the newcomers is a 50-[-]-year-old uncle. He is a little bald and has sporadic hair on his head. He looks like a technician. Ermao floated past him, and a gust of cold wind blew past the two sporadic hairs on the top of the man's head. "Whoosh—" it floated up.

The conference room itself was very quiet, but everyone turned their gazes over, as if they were staring at the man's two fluttering hairs. Manager Zhang thought it was because the air conditioner was blowing straight on, so he asked someone to adjust the air conditioner. .

As a result, Ermao seemed to think that the man's hair was very interesting, so it floated back and forth, and the cool wind "swish-swish--", the man's hair would float over and over, and the two hairs would not stop fluttering on the bald head.

At first, the colleagues were patient, but later they couldn't help it. Some people started laughing, even the personnel colleagues started laughing.

Zhang Jiu felt very helpless, and tried his best to wink at Er Mao, but Er Mao was too involved in playing, unexpectedly, Mr. Duanmu was still a childlike innocence!I found it very interesting, two ghosts, one old and one young, started to float around.

The meeting room itself is not big, but it turned out to be full of ghosts, and soon there will be no need to turn on the air conditioner...

At this time, two "Dangdang" sounds were suddenly heard, and someone knocked on the frosted glass of the meeting room, and then the door of the meeting room was opened, and a tall man stood outside.

The man was wearing a white shirt without a suit jacket, and his tie was a little loose. Perhaps because of the heat, it was pulled open a little, and he looked very lazy. He was unusually tall, and his two long legs were set off by suit pants. Long and straight, an indifferent face scanned the crowd, stayed on Zhang Jiu for a tenth of a second, and then swept over again.

It turned out to be Duanmu Jinyang!

When the manager of the personnel department saw that the boss was coming, he immediately stood up to greet him. Duanmu Jinyang didn't say anything, but retreated and stood by the door, as if he was here to talk to the personnel manager.

Manager Zhang went out quickly, and then closed the door, not knowing what they were talking about.

As soon as Duanmu Jinyang appeared, Zhang Jiu was frightened, not because Duanmu Jinyang was too "ugly", but because of the yang energy in his body. Shocking, Mazaza.

In addition, Zhang Jiu was more nervous about the old man with weak spiritual power. The old man really felt the spiritual power of his grandson, and immediately rushed to the innermost part of the meeting room. Fortunately, Duanmu Jinyang didn't come in, otherwise it was broad daylight and it was still noon. When the yang energy is full, the ghost energy in the whole room cannot be covered.

Manager Zhang went out for a long time, and then he didn't come back. His colleagues from the personnel department continued to give them training, went to the cafeteria for lunch, and then continued training in the afternoon.

The first day of work was very boring, and the whole process was to learn the corporate culture and regulations. Ermao soon couldn't sit still, and his little butt was twisting and turning on the chair.

It happened that Zhang Jiu had a few orders for filming, so he took the time to let [-] cents to apply filming to the ghosts.

It was dangerous for the old man to stay in the company with him. He didn't know when Duanmu Jinyang would appear, so he followed the three shikigami to put a film on the ghost. The old man said that he hadn't seen what other ghosts looked like.

Zhang Jiu returned to his "office" at around [-]:[-] p.m., and soon the internal line rang. A colleague from the personnel department said that he would send something to him, and what he sent was a stack of documents.

One and a half months later, the company will hold a mid-year banquet, which is the same as the end-of-year reception. It will be a speech from the boss, nothing more than some commendations and achievements, and then they will go out for an outing together for a total of three days.

This itself is a matter of personnel, but because Mr. Duanmu believed in Fengshui when he was there, every time this kind of banquet has to please the lucky head, let the Fengshui master see if the place of the banquet is in line with this year's Fengshui.

Zhang Jiu hastily flipped through a stack of materials, including electronic materials, and there were a total of seven hundred pages!

The banquet will be held in a month and a half, and now these people have not chosen a good place. What Manager Zhang means is to let him choose a banquet place with suitable Feng Shui before next Monday, and then collect the information and hand it over to the personnel.

Zhang Jiu looked at more than 700 pages of information, and it would take a whole day just to browse through it. He also had to survey Feng Shui and so on. It should be completed by next Monday, which is the rhythm of working overtime as soon as he takes office.

Manager Zhang also said that this is the time for Zhang Jiu to show his ability...

Zhang Jiu: "..."

Zhang Jiu felt like a ghost in his heart, but Manager Zhang had already said so far. If he couldn't do it, he seemed to be really incompetent.

Zhang Jiu turned on the old XP computer, and first searched for the former chief Feng Shui master of Duanmu Group.

After Zhang Jiu searched like this, he suddenly felt that he was really blocked.

It turned out that there was a reason why Manager Zhang of the HR department was so mean to Feng Shui masters. It was written on the search page that the former Feng Shui master of Duanmu Group was actually a veteran who had worked in the company for five years, but the incident happened not long ago. It was after the old man died.

After the old man passed away, the funeral itself was presided over by the feng shui master, but later the feng shui master absconded with money. You must know that the old man Duanmu has worked hard in the business circle all his life, and the money he earned in his life is almost beyond count. Yang is very filial. His parents died when he was young. Mr. Duanmu brought him up, and he respects Mr. Duanmu very much.

When this kind of thing happened, it was not just a matter of money. According to Duanmu Jinyang's temper, the former Feng Shui master had disrespected the deceased, and the deceased was also Duanmu Jinyang's grandfather.

Before Zhang Jiu was invited to exorcise evil spirits, the housekeeper said that the young master was busy these days and would not come back, so it was Duanmu Jinyang who took care of this matter himself.

In the middle of the newcomer training just now, Duanmu Jinyang called the HR manager away. He also said that this matter seemed to be handled a little bit. According to Duanmu Jinyang's vigorous temper, it would definitely not let it go.

Zhang Jiu smacked his mouth, thinking that although he loves money, he also likes to get something for nothing, but a gentleman loves money in a proper way. Zhang Jiu will definitely not do this kind of immoral thing, but he is already a ready-made eye-catching material. I don't want to just scrap it.

Zhang Jiu took a deep breath, flipped through the information and read it carefully, preparing to make the first task for them to see.

When Zhang Jiu had browsed through the paper materials, he stretched his waist, feeling a sore back, turned on his phone, and saw that it was already ten o'clock!

Not ten o'clock in the morning, but ten o'clock in the evening!

It's already past time when I get off work at six o'clock, no wonder the workshop outside is already quiet, because Zhang Jiu is so invested that he didn't notice it.

Zhang Jiu immediately called home, San Fen answered the phone, San Fen said with a smile: "I thought the company had a dormitory for employees, and you won't be back today."

Zhang Jiu: "..."

Zhang Jiu said speechlessly: "You adults don't go home after dark. As shikigami, don't you worry about me being abducted by some evil spirit?"

San Fen smiled and said, "My lord, do you like cold humor recently? It's better than Bai Bai's cold humor."

Zhang Jiu: "..."

San Fen said: "Oh, by the way, there is no dinner at home. If you go home, sir, remember to buy yourself a dinner."

Zhang Jiu was speechless for the third time. He hung up the phone, quickly picked up his things, hurriedly got on the elevator, left the building, and was about to catch the bus to go home. I don't know if there is the last bus at this time.

Zhang Jiu ran out in a hurry, and suddenly saw a dark thing moving on the side of the road. Zhang Jiu was startled, thinking it was a lonely ghost, but soon he found that he was thinking too much, not A lonely ghost, but a dark little milk cat.

The little milk cat is only the size of a palm. Its eyes are green and shiny. It is not a Chinese pastoral cat. It still looks like a cat of noble blood.

Seeing Zhang Jiu walking by, the little milk cat didn't know how to run, so it lay on the ground, with a small pendant hanging around its neck, which looked very expensive. Someone must have raised such a cat, and I don't know if it was lost. up.

Zhang Jiu picked up the little cat and liked it very much. He said, "Little cat, why are you here? Can't you find a home?"

The little cat gave a "meow" sound, as if responding to Zhang Jiu, and touched its nose with its little paw.

Zhang Jiu stood there with the kitten in his arms and waited for a while. It was 10:30, and he wondered if anyone would come to recognize him. The night wind was a bit cool, and Zhang Jiu felt a little cold.

Because it was late, there were few cars on the road, and there were no buses coming. Zhang Jiu was a little anxious. At this time, a large van turned from the small road in front. Zhang Jiu squinted his eyes under the high-beam light, and there was a white light in front of him. He was a little blinded by the light, and couldn't see clearly at all.

"Meow--"

After a scream, the little cat suddenly screamed, and Zhang Jiu saw the big van rushing towards him at full speed, and it didn't even slow down at all, instead it was getting faster and faster.

Zhang Jiu didn't even have a chance to retreat, the van rushed up the curb with a bang!

Zhang Jiu felt a huge impact, and his whole body flew backwards. The cat let out a scream, Zhang Jiu's head hit the ground, and blood gushed out immediately, making him dizzy.

At this time the van stopped, the driver did not escape, and quickly got out of the car, but did not call an ambulance to call the police. Zhang Jiu was very dizzy, with heavy eyelids, and vaguely heard several big men talking.

"Quick!"

"Is it dead?"

"Who knows? Seeing that he bleeds so much, he should be dead."

"Don't worry about it, move the people away first. There is a rush to receive the goods. If it weren't for the rush, who would take such a risk? Fortunately, there is no surveillance on this section of the road."

"I've handed over three corpses this month, and it's not enough? What do you think that person spent such a high price on corpses that just died?"

Zhang Jiu vaguely heard this, his head was so dizzy that he couldn't hold on any longer, and fell into darkness all at once...

"Little Nine..."

"Little Nine?"

"Little Nine..."

Zhang Jiu vaguely heard someone calling him, the voice was very low, although light, but very penetrating, a warm and numb feeling spread throughout Zhang Jiu's body, very warm, warm Zhang Jiu felt that he was about to suffocate.

"Little Nine..."

Someone called his name softly, Zhang Jiu was dizzy, shook his head hard, and slowly got up.

He was a little dizzy before his eyes, and saw a huge face, yes, it was a huge face, but this face was not ugly, and it was very handsome, with deep and charming features, handsome and upright features, and every breath was full of people. Crispy yang energy.

Yang Qi...

Zhang Jiu woke up suddenly, his eyes widened in fright, with such a strong yang energy, Zhang Jiu had never met another person.

——It's Duanmu Jinyang!

Duanmu Jinyang was hugging him, and Zhang Jiu curled up in his arms. Zhang Jiu was too frightened to move, and the smell of yang energy came from his body, which was so tempting. Zhang Jiu's My body couldn't help trembling, my hands and feet went limp, and my waist went limp.

There was a slightly comfortable moan in his throat, but that moan turned into—meow~

"Meow~"

Zhang Jiu was dumbfounded in an instant, and quickly touched his neck, but Zhang Jiu found that his hands were too short, and it was very difficult to touch his neck. He lowered his head and saw his hands...

Furry, black, two cute little paws, the palm of the paw is white, like a small snow-white pad, the small pad in the palm is a pink color, soft and cute.

It's a hell of a day...

Zhang Jiuru was struck by lightning, and his whole body was bad. He was no longer a human being, not even a ghost, but turned into a little milk cat.

Zhang Jiu tilted his head and looked at himself hard. The black fur is very bright and the color is very positive. It looks smooth and smooth. Isn't this the little milk cat he picked up on the side of the road? !

"Meow meow--!!"

Zhang Jiu flailed his little paws hard. He wanted to speak, but all he could say was "Meow...", now is not the time to be cute.

As for Duanmu Jinyang in front of him, Zhang Jiu knew that he was tall, and now he had become a giant. He hugged Zhang Jiu in his arms, gently scratched Zhang Jiu's chin, and said, "Shh, Xiao Jiu." , Good boy... Who told you to run around, you can't come back, right? Are you hungry, huh?"

Duanmu Jinyang's voice is too magnetic, usually with a cold face, a paralyzed face and a look of avoiding strangers, but now he is speaking in a foul and gentle voice, Su's Zhang Jiu's furry ears are all pricked up, Shaking and shaking, his chin was scratched by him, shaking comfortably.

Coupled with the yang energy surrounding him, if he can be ignored, he was inexplicably hit by a car and turned into a kitten, it would be heaven and earth...