I, dressed as a low-level member of the Demon Cult, work as a 007 every day, and my salary is only three potatoes. I took out the "Labor Law" with my backhand and slapped it on the leader's desk to demand five insurances and one housing fund. The leader sneered: "Okay, go get the head of the righteous leader, and I will pay you the top provident fund." Three months later, I came back with the righteous leader. He looked at the "Logistics Cooperation Plan of the Righteous Alliance" that I handed over and fell into deep thought.
