Jiang Ziya, a low-level employee of Chanjiao, is seventy-two years old and works in the warehouse.
Yuanshi Tianzun brought him out with a decree: "The list of gods is handed over to you. There are 365 righteous gods, and they will be recruited in two years."
Jiang Ziya was dumbfounded: I am in charge of the warehouse, you want me to work in HR?
What's even more stupid is yet to come——
The essence of the list of gods is not a merit book, but a labor dispatch contract in heaven. Those fellow Taoists who "sacrifice heroically" in front of the battle are not dead, but have been "optimized" into the establishment.
Zhang Guifang: Losing the star? Is that a broom star? I won't sign!
Zhao Gongming: I want Lei Bu to be in charge! God of Wealth? That's for business!
Wen Zhong: I have done a good job as Grand Master. You want me to take care of thunder?
Empress Sanxiao: We want to buy in a group and get a job in a package, and the treatment can't be worse than that of my brother!
Jiang Ziya's daily work: collecting corpses, negotiating, signing contracts, appeasing emotions, and coordinating departmental conflicts.
What's even more annoying is that there is a junior fellow student named Shen Gongbao who is poaching behind every day: "Fellow Taoist, please stay - Jiejiao has a fast track, including distribution and organization. If you die, come to me!"
Jiang Ziya: I just want to be an HR person honestly, so why have I become a public enemy in the three worlds?
The Conferring God War is over, and 365 righteous gods have joined the ranks.
But Jiang Ziya's troubles have just begun——
Will those he "recruited" hate him?
