Chapter 55 Urgent Telegram from the Mortal Realm, Does Anyone Understand?
Chapter 55 Urgent Telegram from the Mortal Realm, Does Anyone Understand?
Li pushed up his non-existent glasses, the light from the tablet illuminating his expressionless face.
"Boss, the other party is trying to log in to the 'Santu Express' app to check your personal credit score."
"Username is..."
He paused, then read out the name.
Lucifer.
The office fell silent.
V had just cracked the communication channel of Western Hell and was still excited when he heard this, he immediately became nervous.
"Boss, should we activate the highest level of red firewall? Or should I just run the network cable over there and give his computer a physical format?"
Chu Jiang leaned back in the boss's chair made of ancient soul-nourishing wood, without even lifting his eyelids.
He stretched out his finger and gently tapped the measuring ruler on the table that was engraved with "Pay back your debts".
"What's the panic?"
His voice was languid, carrying the ease of having just leveled up.
"A guest is a guest. Check his credit score."
Li, the programmer, typed rapidly on the tablet.
"Reporting to the boss, the credit score query failed. The system prompts 'The target is in an unconnected dimension, and data permissions are insufficient.'"
"But he just highlighted a tag in the app's user feedback section that says 'Extremely interested in your company's business model, seeking in-depth cooperation.'"
Chu Jiang was delighted.
These days, even the Demon King of Hell wants to come here to learn from his experience in starting an internet business?
"so."
Chu Jiang waved his hand.
"Send him a standard reply automatically."
"Dear customer, we suggest you download our company's app first, register, and complete real-name authentication. For business cooperation, please submit your business plan, proof of assets, and a cooperation deposit of no less than 100 billion merit points. Our legal department will contact you within seven business days."
Li, the coder, recorded it without any expression.
"One more thing."
Chu Jiang added.
"Friendly reminder: Due to our high volume of business, the current waiting list is 37,000 years from now. Please wait patiently for your number to be called."
V listened with shining eyes.
The boss's actions practically screamed "No service" on the other person's face.
With a swipe of his finger, Li, the programmer, sent the message successfully.
"Done, next."
Chu Jiang stretched and prepared to go to Naihe Bridge after get off work to drink a cup of the new "Ex-Wife's Tears" milk tea.
Just then, the system in his mind suddenly emitted a piercing red alarm.
[Ding! Detection of a leak of core rules from the Underworld, causing severe disruption to the economic order of the mortal realm!]
[Urgent, limited-time red mission issued: Business expansion in the mortal realm!]
[Background: Due to the increasing influence of the "Three Paths Crossing" APP and the "Yin Virtue Credit Score" system in the Three Realms, some immortal cultivation families in the mortal world are exploiting loopholes in the rules to establish a black market industry chain, illegally buying and selling the "blessings" and "luck" of mortals after death. This seriously disrupts the fairness of the reincarnation market and risks a decline in the core performance indicators of the Underworld.]
[Mission Objective: Go to the mortal realm, dismantle the illegal industry chain, fix loopholes in the rules, and promote the latest version of the Underworld's "Reincarnation Law" to the mortal market.]
Chu Jiang looked at the task panel and rubbed his temples.
Good grief, I just dealt with the international staged accident scam, and now the real world is up to its old tricks again.
These cultivators have impressive learning abilities; they've even learned how to do "futures trading."
Before he could finish complaining, the system popped up another sub-task.
[A strong, unresolved causal link between the host and the mortal realm has been detected, triggering a hidden storyline: Past Dreams.]
[Mission Details: The host's predecessor, Chu Jiang, a former office worker on Earth, still has one unfulfilled wish. His only friend in life, Lin Fan, is being double-crossed by unscrupulous capitalists and quack cultivators, and his soul and fortune are about to be drained.]
[Note: This fake cultivator belongs to a branch of the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain, the largest "fortune-trading" family in the mortal realm.]
Chu Jiang stared at the two words "Lin Fan" and fell silent.
Having transmigrated for so long, he had almost forgotten that he had a "previous body".
Those days of working overtime together in cubicles, eating instant noodles together, and cursing the boss together feel like a past life, blurry and distant.
Now, the system has dug up this memory again, bloodily and raw.
"Family members, does anyone understand?"
Chu Jiang sighed deeply and muttered to himself.
"I just got promoted and received a raise to become the boss. Before I could even enjoy it, I had to deal with legacy issues and support my former colleagues."
V blinked, not understanding what the boss was saying.
"Boss, who are you talking to?"
"It's nothing, just talk to the product manager about the user experience."
Chu Jiang stood up, the rare moment of distraction in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by his usual calm and calculating demeanor.
I need to get back at my friend's place.
But you also have to boost your KPIs along the way.
He walked to the control panel and brought up a real-time map of the mortal realm.
On the map, an area representing the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain is flashing a dazzling red light, and countless golden data streams representing "good fortune" are converging into it from all directions.
In a corner of the city, a blue dot representing Lin Fan is visibly dimming.
"V, get ready."
Chu Jiang's voice turned cold.
"Come with me on a business trip to the mortal realm."
V's mechanical eyes lit up instantly, and he jumped up excitedly.
"Yay! Boss, can we finally go on a team-building trip to the mortal realm? Should we bring the Merit Gatling Gun and the whole 'Light of Peace' bucket?"
"There's no need for such a big fuss."
Chu Jiang shook his head.
"This is an unannounced visit to investigate the market environment and, incidentally, to conduct after-sales service for the products."
He took the ancient-looking "measuring ruler" from his waist.
"Debt collection should be done in a proper and civilized manner."
He then looked at Li the coder.
"When I'm not around, the company will continue to operate as usual. I'll have Shen Gongbao keep a close eye on those opportunists."
"Also," Chu Jiang paused, a smile appearing on his face, "switch the 'Three Paths Crossing' live stream channel to the highest resolution and start a new segment."
"The column is called 'Learn to Protect Rights with the Dean'."
Li, the coder, understood and quickly created a new live streaming room on the tablet.
"I want to show all users in the three realms what it means to have a dimensional reduction attack and what it means to enforce the law across boundaries."
"We must make them understand that if they owe money to our underworld, hiding at the ends of the earth won't help."
Chu Jiang exchanged two thin, golden talismans from the system shop and handed one to V.
[Temporary Reincarnation Pass (24-Hour Version): Wear this pass and it grants you a temporary physical body in the mortal realm, allowing for free movement. Note: Please abide by mortal laws and regulations; do not hit someone in the face.]
"I'm gone."
Chu Jiang slapped the talisman on his forehead.
"Go and bring some warmth to my old friend."
With a flash of golden light, Chu Jiang's figure disappeared from the office.
V followed suit, taking a picture of the talisman and transforming into a streak of light to follow after them.
Looking at the empty office, Li, the programmer, pushed up his glasses and reported to the empty space.
"Boss, your live stream is now live. The current number of viewers is 370 million."
……
The mortal realm, China, Shanghai.
Inside a brightly lit office building.
Lin Fan dragged his tired body out of the office.
He was just forced by his boss to sign a "Striver's Agreement" in which he voluntarily gave up all overtime pay and time off in lieu.
My phone vibrated in my pocket.
It was a payment reminder text message from the bank.
He gave a wry smile and looked up at the gray sky.
Living is so tiring.
Just as he reached the bottom of the company building, a young man dressed in a Taoist robe with a Taoist air of otherworldly grace blocked his way.
"Mr. Lin, I have been waiting for you for a long time."
The young man was Zhang Xuan, a disciple from a collateral branch of the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain.
Lin Fan knew him; he was a "business consultant" hired by their company boss at great expense, who was said to be able to change people's luck.
"Master Zhang, what can I do for you?"
Zhang Xuan revealed a mysterious smile and took out a yellow talisman from his pocket.
"Mr. Lin, I see that your face has been dark lately, and your luck is declining. I fear a great calamity is about to befall you."
He handed over the talisman.
"This is a 'lucky charm' that I obtained for you. It only costs 10,000 yuan and will ensure your safety."
Lin Fan looked at the talisman, then at the two-digit balance in his mobile banking account, and gave a bitter laugh.
"I have no money."
"No money?"
The smile on Zhang Xuan's face vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling expression.
"Mr. Lin, you should think this through. The little bit of good fortune you have has already been mortgaged to me by your boss."
"If you don't buy this talisman, you might not see the sun rise tomorrow."
Zhang Xuan's voice, like the forked tongue of a venomous snake, slithered into Lin Fan's ears.
Lin Fan trembled all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
Just then.
A lazy, somewhat familiar voice sounded from behind him.
"Oh, isn't this Master Zhang?"
"They're engaging in forced buying and selling in broad daylight, and even promoting feudal superstition."
"Is this how aggressively you expand your business in Longhushan these days?"
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