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Brother Fool's performance in the game made Lian Cheng vomit three liters of blood, and he was overwhelmed with excitement.

What is the most important thing for a group, organization, or enterprise

Of course, they are good employees who work hard and hard! Eat grass and milk without complaints, and can also create considerable performance. It is said that capitalists make money by drinking people, and this is true. But no matter who sits in the position of a capitalist, he can have the idea of ​​bleeding and odor, even if he has a conscience, as for capitalists who are completely charitable and considerate of subordinates-

This is completely refuting!!

The money chair sitting under his butt has corroded the capitalist's brain through the door sphincter. Where can I leave useless things like conscience and morality?

Liancheng wants to become a capitalist who drinks blood and eats meat.

But he didn't want to make money by drinking other people's blood and eating other people's meat. But for ghosts, Liancheng could make this heart more at ease and make them the best employees.

Because ghosts have lost their rationality and wisdom as human beings. They are like clothes discarded by human beings, Liancheng picked them up and used them again.

It's six o'clock in the morning.

The sound of selling breakfast and vegetables gradually became louder, and the windows were filled with a lively hustle and bustle.

Taking advantage of this time, Liancheng moved the desktop computer to the innermost utility room on the third floor. There were no windows, so he had to pass three locked doors to come in. He connected the network cable, handled the matters that should be handled, and handed the computer completely to Brother Fool.

Liancheng estimated the expected profit based on Brother Fool's short-term progress, which was not as high as he had just imagined. However, it was already amazing to make a net profit of at least 1,500 yuan a day.

He flipped through the address book and sent a text message to an old friend in the Computer City, telling him to order three high-performance desktop hosts. His greed wanted to order a larger quantity, but considering the old power supply system of the building and the IQ level of these ghosts left, this is a relatively suitable quantity.

Liancheng caught a few more ghosts, and these ghosts with few legs were unable to show the same talent as Brother Fool. He observed and found a rule when he looked at the performance of these ghosts.

The better the limbs, the higher the intelligence level.

At present, only Brother Fool and the girl with flower skirts have the most complete shapes and are closest to normal living people, so their learning ability and imitation ability have reached a good level.

Lian Cheng looked at the evil ghosts in the room with different shapes and lowered his head to write a diary.

"On the 11th day, the evil ghost group first appeared, and the source of money was resolved in the short term."

He called the Hundred Ghosts Night Walking Picture Human Resources Department and the Evil Ghosts are employees. The group formed by these things can naturally be called the Evil Ghost Group. It sounds very intimidating, but in fact it is just a casual name.

After closing the diary, Lian Cheng looked at the girl in the flower skirt, and his mind was opened up again.

He took a pair of mp3s, put earplugs on the girl in the floral dress, and quietly observed her reaction.

The girl in the flower dress was originally talking about lines like I love Trump without any bottom line. When she heard the music in her ears, her expression suddenly became very subtle. She couldn't understand the lyrics and didn't understand the meaning of the song, but the melody with a strong sense of rhythm made her start humming in a low voice.

Her voice sounds nice, unlike the hoarse sound of the fool grinding glass, it is a bit like a wind chime.

Humming was imprinted into a picture in Liancheng's mind.

In the mist of the morning, the wind chimes tinkled with the wind, crisp and clear as a clear spring. The girl in the flower dress raised her mouth and hummed a brisk song, looking at the guidance of the stars in the sky, with a slightly smile on her dimples.

Lian Cheng subconsciously asked, "What else can you sing?"

He stopped halfway through his words.

His eyes were complicated. When he sighed, he suddenly had the urge to understand the girl's past, but reason made him give up this idea.

There is a difference between life and death, and cause and effect are eliminated.

The singing kept on the headphones, and the girl in the floral dress kept humming. At first, she was a little unfamiliar and astringent, but later she became more and more smooth and moving, and there was also a kind of ethereal and melodious unique to the ghost.

The more beautiful it is, the more cruel it is.

Lian Cheng looked down at his phone. On the screen was the girl's side face that he took a casually last night. In the warm-toned picture, the girl was as handsome as a girl next door, as shy as if she was afraid to face the camera. The smile on her side betrayed her little joy.

He was not sad, but just wanted to sigh: "The world is impermanent and everything is unpredictable."

People with a different mind, and people with a wise mind.

What Liancheng saw was that he would definitely let himself live well, live with all his life and wonderful life. Even if he died, he would die in the admiration of everyone, in the deeds between the lines, rather than turning into a ghost and humming songs in the corner with sadness and helplessness.

This is definitely not the case in my life!

Live your own life!

Death is the silent warning left by the dead to the living. Lian Cheng was shocked by the chaos and ignorance of the past. When he suddenly looked up, he realized that he had been scrambling for the first half of his life.

Even if he got the copper coins, he was still doing nothing.

The so-called goals, the so-called ideals, and the courage to imagine does not exist. The edges and corners of the dream are sharpened by the twisted reality. The mellow worldly style allows him to learn to protect himself with others.

But this is by no means his future!

He was unwilling to give up.

He has ambitions.

For the first time, his heart was as excited as a rushing river. If you listen, what was hidden in its dong dong drum was the courage to be forgotten by Liancheng, free will and determination to move forward.

"I live like a fucking dog."

Looking at himself in the mirror, Lian Cheng smiled and said this.

A smile is not self-deprecating, but self-confidence.

The night when he suddenly realized the energy was gathered, the half-comfortable and comfortable feeling was not as good as the moment. He breathed in big mouths, and the stuffy heat in the air was particularly free and cool. This is the broad mind of the thoughts and the joy of sublimating the ideals of life.

Picking up the copper coins on the table, he gently brushed away the non-existent dust, found a red rope in the drawer, passed through the hole in the middle of the copper coins, tied a knot, and made a necklace solemnly tied to his chest.

The rhythmic joy of copper coins was vibrating, as if in response.

Lian Cheng couldn't guess the idea of ​​copper coins, but it didn't matter. His subconscious attitude towards copper coins changed from fear and confrontation to acceptance and relaxation. When he thought of feeding copper coins and its big appetite, one thought was disgust.

Now, he began to enjoy the thrill of feeding alien pets.

Lian Cheng stood at the door, turned around and looked at the ghosts, and said with a smile: "You guys are there to see you and wait for me to come back."

He received no response, and there was only the hum of a girl in the floral dress in the room.

Close the door with a plop.

Shrugged, Lian Cheng strutted away from here.

He was just about to go to find Zhang Haichao, but the text message on his phone rang. He picked it up and saw that the nickname of the address book was Wang Erya and Wang Qianyi's nickname.

(Wang Erya): Don’t forget to make an appointment with the wretched man, you must come to my school today. Otherwise...

Liancheng ignored the nonsense otherwise.
Chapter completed!