After the strange rules came to reality, convenience stores, the last subway train, late-night departments... Each copy was like a store that suddenly lit up. While others tremble at the rules, Ning Zhao is not as relaxed as a newcomer: she recognizes the false terms and conditions, and also recognizes the old names on the employee badges on duty - she worked here three years ago, but failed to leave half a year ago, and her file is stuck in "To Do".
She has no numerical plug-ins, nor does she rely on head-on confrontation. She understands processes, assessments, and loopholes: rules are often old templates reused by the headquarters, and those on duty are more afraid of assessments than survivors. Every time I make trouble in public, it's like going back to my old workplace to handle unsettled procedures.
But new versions are constantly coming online, and old relationships are exposed even more once they are used. She wants to retrieve the memory she deleted, and she also wants to get a truly stamped resignation certificate and rewrite the "dead" file.
The night the copy arrived, Anxin convenience store locked its door and read out seven rules over the radio.
Everyone was trembling against the wall, except Ning Zhao who was cooking oden.
Article 3: It is prohibited to touch the glass door of the freezer for more than three seconds.
She opened the cabinet door, took out a box of bento, and turned it over to check the expiration date.
Five seconds. Nothing happened.
——Because this rule follows the templates of other stores. And three years ago,
She manages this store.
She originally just wanted to finish the class quietly.
But the person who pushed her into the dungeon also came in.
