A Corporate Drone’s Cultivation Record on Flower-Fruit Mountain

“Attention, residents! Attention, everyone!” The loudspeaker of Pangu Property Management blared like it had gone mad, crackling through the primordial chaos like a string of firecrackers and making everyone's ears ring. “The countdown to handing over the property is now 10,800 years! The construction crew is about to do its final clearance, so watch out!”

The Jade Emperor was sucking on an e-cigarette, legs crossed as he scrolled through his social media feed. Hearing the Clairvoyant's shout, he didn't even look up. “You're making a fuss over nothing. It's just a power bank that became a spirit. What's the big deal? I'll have Erlang Shen go take a look later. If it's hurting the neighborhood's appearance, he can clear it out.” Then he went back to scrolling on his phone, liking posts every now and then.

“Outrageous!” The Patriarch was so furious his face turned green. Without another word, he grabbed the Non-Compete Agreement from the table, slammed it down, pointed at Clause 365, and roared, “Fine, you deliver peaches for the Flower-Fruit Mountain Group, but how dare you take an order for mooncakes from the Moon Palace? Do you have any respect for company policy?” He quickly pulled up the backend data, eyes blazing. “Yesterday you even used a wormhole to deliver milk tea to the King of Hell's Palace, and now you've crossed the streams on the Meng Po Soup production line! Do you have any idea what kind of mess you've caused?”

Sun Wukong lowered his head under the Patriarch's scolding, but still felt he'd been treated unfairly. He muttered under his breath, “I was only trying to earn a little extra on the side...”