BOSS always asks me to promise

All the good things I ate that night were ruined by Chen Yang's vomiting.

After hesitating in the bathroom for a while, the one who should come still has to come, no matter how warm it looked before, he still can't escape what he wants to do as a living here.

Compared with the others, Chen Yang didn't even know what he could do. Under the urging of Xiaoqian and the others, Chen Yang washed his face with cold water, calmed down, pretended to be calm and walked out.

There is only one thing I pray for in my heart, don't faint for a while, if you really want to faint, please don't be too ugly!

Back in the hall, under the leadership of Situ Jue, everyone walked through the front hall to another space.

Chen Yang was stunned, he was still in the living room a second ago, and now he came to a different time and space with great promise.

Among the towering grids around, there is a glass bottle in each grid, with fluorescent lights shining inside, Xiaoqian explained that these are souls.

There are two colors of glass bottles, the white one has been purified and can be sent back to the ruins, and the black one still needs to be repaired. There are several doors beside the corridor, which are Xiaoqian's modeling room, Amu's operating room, and Hao Jen's psychotherapy room.

Chenyang visited them one by one under the guidance of everyone, it is really inhumane!

After opening the door, I found that the studios are not only spacious, but also have everything you need.

Situ Jue led Chen Yang to the center of the cubicle, gently turned the crystal ball floating in the air, and the cubicle immediately became a file room.

Countless chests of drawers, dense file bags.

Situ Jue said lightly: "A file bag represents a soul. In the past, these were sorted out after they were busy. It was inevitable that they would make mistakes in their busy schedule. Therefore, I will leave it to you to sort out the soul files in the future."

Chen Yang's hanging heart finally let go. He thought he was just an archivist, but he was obviously wrong.

Situ Jue continued: "In order not to make mistakes, you must follow every soul they handle in the future, record from beginning to end, and if you encounter me to capture escaped souls, you must also follow. , you don’t need to get started, just do a good job of recording.”

"Oh, by the way, remember to record everyone's daily work, because we will also have performance appraisals."

Chen Yang was extremely surprised, "Huh? Performance appraisal!"

Situ Jue played tricks on Xiaoqian, and asked him to explain. If he could not speak up, Situ Jue could not speak, so he would try not to. In short, he was only in charge of making arrangements.

Xiaoqian explained: "It's like this. You also know that we have been dealing with these souls all year round, and it is inevitable that we will be tired. Therefore, Brother Jue has formulated a performance appraisal. When we complete a certain amount, we can take a vacation. Go wherever you want, and do whatever you want, of course, the premise is that you can't violate the order of the world."

"Well, okay, I understand." It seems that Courtyard No. [-] is still very humane. Although it is not from nine to five, and there are weekends, but at least there is a rest time, "Brother Xiaoqian, can you ask?" How long is the assessment standard and rest time?"

"1 souls, rest for a month."

"What? 1!"

Xiao Qian blinked and looked at him, "Is 1 too little? Did Brother Jue treat us well?"

KAO! Is 1 not many? 1 souls represent 1 people!Moreover, not everyone's soul will come here after death, how many people have to die in that year.

The feeling of saying it from Xiaoqian's mouth is as if you went shopping and asked how much it was, and the boss casually said 1 yuan.

Amu patted Chen Yang on the shoulder and said: "1 souls, about two or three months, work for two or three months, rest for one month, very humane."

Chen Yang opened his mouth and couldn't say a word.

"Let's go! Don't think so much, it's time to start working." Amu casually brought him a notebook, with a note: Supernatural book.

As Chen Yang walked, he flipped through the booklet, it was clean, without a single word or pen.

"Brother Amu, you seem to have forgotten to give me a pen, how do you record this later?"

Amu smiled and poked Chen Yang's head, "Use this."

What?I didn't understand, but Amu didn't say anything more, and he didn't want to ask any more. Today was still a day full of information, and he felt that his former schoolmaster persona was about to collapse in an instant.

Everyone performed their own duties, walked into their own studio, waved their hands before entering the studio, and summoned several black glass bottles in the grid into their own studio with a trick of fetching objects from the air.

Situ Jue entered another time and space, and left a sentence for Chen Yang: "You stay here today, and follow me tomorrow."

Chen Yang is like a good-for-nothing who has strayed into a fantasy world, stuck among several studios, looking from one side to the other.

After some ideological struggle, forget it, let's go to Hao Ren's side first!It seems that the one on his side is just psychologically problematic, so it shouldn't be that scary.

Holding the supernatural book in his arms, Chen Yang knocked on Hao Ren's door.

"Please come in."

Chen Yang gently opened the door and walked in. Hao Ren was talking with a woman, and she burst into tears as she spoke.

Hao Ren explained carefully at the side, and handed her a whole box of napkins. The woman picked one after another until the floor was covered with tissues for wiping tears.

Later, Hao Ren talked with her for a while, and the person in front of him broke his tears and smiled, and nodded to Hao Ren in relief.

Hao Ren took out the glass bottle, and the woman turned into a ray of white light and was put into the glass bottle, while the black glass bottle turned white in an instant.

Chen Yang exclaimed amazing when he saw it.

"Then record it!"

"Ah? How do you remember this?"

Hao Ren handed the glass bottle to Chen Yang. Chen Yang hesitated for a while before reaching out to take it. The moment he touched the glass bottle, it was as if a series of information had been entered into his brain.

"Understood?"

Chen Yang nodded, it turned out that everything about women just now appeared in Chen Yang's mind.

"You just organize what you saw, what you heard, and the information about her into your own language records."

Chen Yang wanted to talk about the pen again, Hao Ren pointed at his head, the corner of Chen Yang's mouth twitched twice, what do you mean?Is it possible to rely on ideas?

Chen Yang opened the supernatural book suspiciously, scratched his head, organized the words in his mind, and lightly touched the pure white paper.

A miraculous thing happened, and the above actually showed what was in my mind just now.

Like a report card, and also has a submit button for auto-filing in the lower right corner.

Chen Yang's fingertips touched lightly, and within a second, a file-like thing flew out of the ghost book and flew towards the grid.

And the supernatural book in his hand turned into a piece of white again, invincible, efficient and convenient!

According to this speed, even a thousand souls a day, don't be afraid!

The author has something to say:

Are you still short of part-time jobs?Such a smart way of working, I am envious of my real name!

Chenyang baby, don't be too happy, you will cry later, hehe...