The Devil's Coming [Quick Transmigration]

"Today's young people should have a fighting spirit. Don't be afraid of hardship. Hard work is a traditional virtue since ancient times. The enterprise belongs to all of us. If we want to develop and grow, we cannot do without the hard work of each of us..."

On the 12th floor of Tianjing Building, a middle-aged man in a suit, thick black hair, and gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose who looked particularly gentle and elegant stood in front of the projection screen and talked.

This is Ronghui Group's annual corporate culture promotion day. It was initiated by the group's boss Zhang Mingda and has lasted for three years. On this day, it is also his practice to commend outstanding employees, look forward to the future of the company, and give a speech to encourage employees to work hard.

Only on this day will the big boss, who has never seen the beginning or end of the dragon, appear at the company's headquarters, every year without exception.

"...The group is our home. Everyone here is a part of this big family. They should have a sense of ownership and avoid trying to mess around. Instead, they should build this big family with a positive attitude. As long as they are positive Work hard and everyone will have a bright future!”

In Zhang Mingda's eloquent and passionate speech, the people below had different reactions.

The shareholders were of course very excited, nodding their heads repeatedly with "the boss was right" written all over their faces. The workers who have no shares are different. They have high emotional intelligence and cooperate with the performance, showing a teachable expression on their faces. They also say "the boss is right" on their faces. Those with low emotional intelligence are bored and wandering, with impatience clearly visible in their eyes.

"When will it end..."

"I hope I don't have to work overtime today..."

"I still have one document that I haven't finished processing yet..."

If their mental activities turned into bubbles like comics, the conference room would be filled with dense crowds at this time.

Of course, Zhang Mingda also felt the perfunctory expressions of some people, and he suddenly became dissatisfied: "Today's young people are so dissatisfied. In our era, it was good to have enough to eat. What about now? Having a 996 With a stable job, as long as you put in a little more sweat, you can get salary rewards and live a good life that people in the past could not even imagine. You don’t know how to cherish such blessings!”

When everything was over, a group of people left the large conference room in twos and threes. Familiar people gathered together and talked while walking.

"...It's always the same thing. I encourage everyone to work hard and contribute to the development of the company. The company is our big family, and everyone has a share of the credit for the company's growth. Why don't I see the company giving me shares? ?”

"...Who doesn't know what kind of virtue Zhang Papi is? We have worn down our bodies in ninety-nine, six, and seven, and the money we earned is used to keep Zhang Papi's body healthy. I am not even 30 years old this year. He has gray hair, and Zhang Bapi, a 50-year-old man, has thick and dark hair... He is not encouraging struggle, he is trying to use our lives to make money for him!"

"What you say is incredible! If this is a Life OL game, aren't we just life-saving players? They are the Life OL game development company. No matter how many lives we spend in it, it will be recharged to the game company's treasury!"

"I heard that Zhang Papi has several little lovers outside, but I don't know if it's true. He still talks about struggle every day. Is he picking up girls while we are struggling?"

"It's not like you don't know about Ge Ning. If he hadn't been worried about being fired by the company, he wouldn't have worked overtime so late. He died suddenly when he was only in his thirties. What's the use of the company's compensation? No one After Gen Ning’s accident, four more unlucky people died in this building. They all died suddenly while working overtime. Something is very wrong. Maybe it’s because Gen Ning died unjustly and one day he will be found to blame!”

"If you ask me to say this is deliberate oppression, I just want to work nine to five. I don't want to work overtime. Why should I be dismissed? Of course, the company does not have this explicit rule, and Zhang Papi will definitely not admit it verbally. Anyway, they can You can find various excuses to fire employees, including lack of motivation, lack of effort, lack of ability and lack of experience, and even incompatibility with the company's corporate culture, but who doesn't know the tricks behind this? "

The voices of these people were originally very low, and only their companions could hear their complaints. However, as they spoke, they could not help but become excited and their volume could not help but increase several degrees. They were immediately reminded by others: "Don't say that." Stop talking, I’m still in the company, be careful not to be overheard.”

The person who was reminded shut up angrily, but still reluctantly muttered in a low voice: "People like Zhang Bapi will be punished sooner or later!"

On the other side, Zhang Mingda, who had finished his presentation, was accompanied by several senior executives to understand the general situation of the company's development in recent times, and signed some documents that needed to be handled by him personally. Not long after, he received a phone call.

On the other end of the phone, the sweet voice of a young girl brought a smile to his serious face, and he felt as if he was getting younger. This was a new lover he had just fallen in love with during this period. He was still new to her. After a few words on the phone, he quickly agreed to go to dinner with her, and even made a reservation at a regular restaurant. After dinner, of course, there is more evening entertainment.

With some wonderful thoughts in his mind, he left the office feeling very comfortable, leaving the others in the overtime hell, feeling happy and leaving early alone to go to his appointment with his young lover.

The elevator reached the underground garage all the way, and the smile on Zhang Mingda's face became increasingly brighter. He never noticed that wisps of dark fog were gathering from all directions.

The next second he stepped out of the elevator, his whole body was swallowed by black mist. My consciousness felt like it was floating out of my body in an instant, and under the influence of the magnetic field, it was floating throughout the Skyview Building.

Indescribable fear instantly enveloped him.

As if returning to that day more than half a month ago, a familiar ghost seemed to appear in front of Zhang Mingda. He saw a bloodless man with heavy eye circles working at his desk in a lighted office until the time reached four in the morning. The man banged his head heavily on the table and couldn't sleep.

At that moment, Zhang Mingda felt as if he had become this person. He felt the heavy twitching of his heart when death came, and then he fell down amid the twitching of his heart.

After that, one unlucky person died suddenly one after another. He experienced everyone's feelings before sudden death.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I am willing to do anything to atone..." Zhang Mingda shouted crazily, begging for mercy from the evil ghost who did not know whether it existed, "Let me go, let me go, I will accept any conditions." promise you--"

He didn't know what he had encountered, whether it was the revenge of the wronged soul or the teasing of evil spirits. He could only involuntarily accept the mercy of strange forces and feel the feelings of every employee he left in the overtime hell.

A brain that is overtired and groggy, stomach pain caused by long-term overtime and staying up late, body parts that are sore due to aging at a young age, lumbar pain caused by sitting for a long time... he has experienced the symptoms that appear in everyone.

At some point, he just felt like he was floating higher and higher, as if he was blown up by a gust of wind, and finally landed gently on the roadside at the entrance of Tianjing Building.

The down-to-earth feeling made Zhang Mingda extremely reassured. He thought that his pleas and promises had impressed the evil ghost, and he was overjoyed: "Thank you, thank you. I will definitely keep my promise-" He turned around and went to find an expert to destroy this evil ghost!

Before the ecstatic mood dissipated, Zhang Mingda realized something was wrong - his whole body was imprisoned in place by an invisible force and could not move, let alone anything else?

The next second, Zhang Mingda couldn't think too much, he only felt the invisible suction coming from all directions. The strength in his body was rapidly drained, as if he had worked hard for more than 24 hours in just one moment, and the essence of his life was passing away quickly.

At this moment, Zhang Mingda felt like he had turned into a human-shaped battery, continuously delivering his own power to the outside world, and there were nearly a hundred output ports connected to his battery, all of which were company employees working overtime. He seemed to be locked in a closed control room, and the invisible connections turned into screens one after another, allowing him to see every employee who was working hard overtime.

In the past, he would have just taken this for granted, and would have tried every means to squeeze out more of their efforts.

But now, Zhang Mingda only feels panic, very panic.

Because these people work overtime, they are squeezing his "power". The life span that should have been wasted and the body functions that were damaged were all paid for by Zhang Mingda. What they care about is no longer their own lives, but Zhang Mingda's!

"Stop it, stop it. Don't you understand how to combine work and rest?"

The feeling of life passing by was not pleasant. Zhang Mingda wanted to rush up and drive everyone out of the office and rush home.

——Are you working overtime? This is killing him!

He was extremely anxious, but he could neither move nor let anyone hear what he shouted. He could only suffer in the fear of the passing of his life, until his eyes turned rapidly and he saw something. Zhang Mingda suddenly understood.

"It turns out that I became a street lamp..."

"The company is a home for all of us. Development and growth require everyone's contribution, no one is exception..." For some reason, the words he often talks about brainwashing employees suddenly sounded in his mind, "You can't see it in the eyes of everyone." Wherever I go, I will work hard with everyone..."

——The employees work overtime late at night to strive for the future of the company, and it makes sense for the boss to shine and burn himself.

——Everyone contributed their full strength!