[Funny sand sculpture / big heroine / no CP / group portrait / anti-routine]
On the day I was optimized, I received three things at the same time: a resignation certificate, a heart disease diagnosis certificate, and a ruined temple left by my grandmother.
On the first day of inheritance, there was a long queue at the door of the temple, and all the people who came to apply for jobs were gods.
The door god who quarreled with facial recognition, Pixiu who refused to accept electronic payments, Yue Lao who tied the red thread into a knot, and the judge who was in charge of accounting and asked me which magic weapon Excel is.
I opened the account book and saw 7,300 yuan in the account and 4.87 Million in foreign debt.
I said the temple didn't want it anymore. The city god's seal warned on the spot: If the temple is scattered and the gods are sold out, you will die. Your life has long been tied to the magic lamps all over the city. If the lamp is on, you will live. If the lamp is off, the banquet will be held.
All right, the dying man has nothing to fear.
I used my ten years of experience in running large factories to schedule attendance and set KPIs for the gods. I asked for a law enforcement license for those who went down the mountain to collect monsters, and for those evil spirits who relied on anxiety, I used leftover tactics from my previous company to close the store.
Later, the gods who wanted to enter my temple were lined up from the street to the end of the street.
Only Cui Yan asked me: Who extinguished the magic lamps all over the city, and why did your grandmother lose her?
