My name is 507, and I am a salesman.

"Unfortunately I suffered from Ebola? AIDS? Cancer? Hong Kong foot? Syphilis?"

My duty is to sell goods.

"No need to worry at all now, because we have this! SCP-5 million panacea"

In order to achieve this month's sales target, I am still running around in various worlds.

"This small pill can solve any difficult and complicated diseases for you! There will be no more incurable diseases."

"What are you still hesitating about such the most universal pills in the world?! We just happened to be selling today. The pills with original price of $5,000,000 are only 499999999999998 now only 49999999999998! There is also an activity to buy one and get half a tablet!!!"

The male owner of this house obviously became a little unnatural, just like seeing garbage, and sweat couldn't help but leave my head.

"Sir... are you really not planning to buy a SCP-500?" I asked in a low voice.

"roll!"

Without any hesitation, the door was closed heavily, and I could even hear curses coming from inside.

"Deadly selling!"

The smile on my face was a little awkward. I took off the black high-top hat from my head and bowed slightly to the closed door indifferently.

Then, I turned around and left, continuing to look for my next business.

I am a salesman.

SPC official salesman.

Of course, I not only sell SCP, but also some related products related to SCP.

For example, the shirt with SCP-682, the figure of SCP-076, and the notebook of SCP-166, I bought one, it was awesome!

Wearing a black tuxedo and a black high-top hat, I often smiled on the corner of my mouth, like a gentleman, I walked along the streets and alleys of this city with a cane, looking for my own guests.

I don’t know who I am, nor do I have my own name. I only have a code name called 507, but I don’t like this name.

Because colleagues always messed up me with product SCP-507, I prefer other people to call me Wu Goudan.

I am a very easy person to get along with, please don’t be restrained.

Treat others like guests - this is my motto.

Before I was so angry that I threw a bottle of SCP-008's 'zombie virus' gene stock solution into the window of this family, I called me alone.

"senior!"

I was running towards me and was my junior of SCP salesman, codenamed 661.

She also wore a black tuxedo, but it was a woman's style, with a black top hat, and a woman's style, with a black suitcase in her hand, or a woman's style.

That's right, she is a girl, and like me, she has short black hair and smiles sweetly.

"Senior 507." She waved a small amount of money to throw out the good news and told me excitedly: "I just sold another SCP-063 'The best toothbrush in the world' is very powerful!"

"Yes, it's amazing."

I tilted my head a little frustrated. It was different from my junior. My performance has been extremely poor recently.

"I haven't sold SCP for a whole month."

And 661 has been the sales champion for two consecutive months.

Whether it is the SCP salesman industry or the first big business, I clearly belong to it. Why, why is this junior so skilled!

How many SCPs have you sold!!!

"Senior, please don't be sad. 661 can sell so many SCPs, thanks to senior. I'll treat you to a meal!"

"Okay."

As soon as I heard about eating, I immediately recovered from my frustration. As a salesman, I still have many opportunities to be hit in the future. Don’t be immersed in temporary disappointment.

661 and I randomly found a fast food restaurant and ordered a set meal for each one, the cod burger set I ordered, and the chicken leg meat burger set for 661.

"Senior, you can't throw SCP products into other people's homes at will."

661 taught me a lesson as soon as he opened his mouth, but his tone was very gentle.

"Well, unless you are extremely angry."

I drank Coke with a straw, opened my eyes slightly and said, "Otherwise, I wouldn't throw SCPs at other people's houses."

Of course, throwing SCP at someone else's house is wrong, so don't study.

"No, senior, I mean, you can't throw SCP such as SCP-008, you can throw some cheaper ones."

“That’s right.”

Until today, I realized that my junior was black after cutting it.

While we were talking, the phones of both of us rang at the same time. The 661 message ringtone was the text message ringtone, and mine was the communication ringtone.

I answered the phone and kept it in my ear.

"Hello?"

“507!!!”

The voice of an angry man came from the other end of the phone, the boss of our SCP sales company.

"Boss..." I whispered in a low voice: "Do you have something to come to me?"

"What's going on with your sales performance this month? Do you still want to continue doing it?!"

"This is an accident, please listen to my explanation."

It's really just an accident. The sales performance last month was still recorded at about 30,000 US dollars. Who would have thought that the situation this month was so bad?

"No need to explain! I still want to continue working? If it weren't for your old employee and you were too big for the company, I would have fired you long ago!"

“Yes, yes.”

Whatever the boss says, the employee has to say yes.

"I will demote your job! Reduce your salary! Cancel your year-end bonus! Now! Immediately! Get out of the most desolate world. Don't get back to me if you don't have any results!!!"

"yes..."

Feng Shui took turns. When I arrived at my house this year, I hung up the phone. 661 listened to my boss and I throughout the whole process.

"The boss said you again?"

661 said with a smile, I know that the smile is not malicious, it is just a simple professional habit.

I shrugged helplessly and put my phone in my pocket.

"There is no way, who made my performance poor? I'm going to go to a desolate and remote world soon."

"I also received a notice." 661 raised his phone and pointed the screen at me. "I'm going to go to the next world to sell products."

I looked at it, um... It's the opposite of me, 661 went to a rich world.

"I'm a little envious of you."

"If Senior 507 works hard, you can definitely come."

"That's right."

After all, I was once the company's sales champion.

"That's it."

"Well, that's it."

661 and I smiled at each other, then I put on my high hat, picked up the burger that I had not finished, and left like a gentleman.

After crossing the black vortex portal that appeared at the entrance of the fast food restaurant, I was swallowed by the black vortex under the stunned gaze of the fast food restaurant staff.

By the time I opened my eyes again, I had already appeared in another city.

It was still daytime, and the endless car was driving on the road, surrounded by busy people. Judging from the skin color of the crowd, the area I was in should be North America. At the same time, the company's text messages were also sent.

【Task Target: One Million Dollar】

"I really miss it..."

I looked at the text message and said, "The time I met 661, it seemed that the mandatory task was issued because of my poor performance."
Chapter completed!