The day I dressed as the president of the bankrupt guild, the creditors were banging on the door.
The system asked me to collect "five insurances and one housing fund" from the elf and ask for the "venue rental fee" from the dragon.
I introduced KPI and wolf culture backhand, and rolled up the brave men from another world until they were bald.
Later, the style of my guild changed.
The front desk is an elf princess who has run away from home, and the chef is a retired legendary dragon king.
The financial report reads: This month's net income – God Slaughter x1, Plane x3.
When the Allied Army of Gods came to the city, I picked up the "Employee Address Book" and sent a message to the group:
"Attention everyone, a big deal is coming! After this battle, you will get double points and paid annual leave!"
That day, the gods saw a real natural disaster:
A 996 dragon, a skeleton king who had to pay off his mortgage, and a black-hearted president who held up a "Performance Appraisal Form" and asked them with a smile, "Do they want to change jobs?"
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It's a very good book. The content is smooth and highly enjoyable.
It's a very good book. The content is smooth and highly enjoyable.