On the day he was mistaken for the leader by the underworld, Lin Ling decided to collect the overtime pay for the past three years before leaving.
At two o'clock in the morning, her hearse crashed into Huangquan Road.
A man in black came forward and bowed respectfully: "Sir, I welcome you back home."
Lin Ling glanced at the work card:
Three years after joining the company, I haven't received a promotion or a salary increase. The only benefit is that I can see ghosts.
Got it.
The underworld's HR system confused her with a certain leader who had descended to earth to undergo a tribulation.
OK.
Now that it's all here, let's first make clear the anger we've suffered over the past three years, one by one.
On the first day, she approved Po Meng's sick leave.
The Naihe Bridge was paralyzed, a hundred thousand souls were blocked on Huangquan Road, and the office of the King of Hell was flooded with complaint calls.
On the third day, she interviewed Yue Lao and accused him of illegally monopolizing marriage.
Yue Lao went out of business for rectification, the breakup rate in the world soared, and the Civil Affairs Bureau issued a banner to her overnight.
On the seventh day, the King of Hell slapped the table and yelled at her: "What on earth do you want to do?!"
Lin Ling took out her mobile phone and showed the "Labor Law" in her favorites.
"King of Hell, let's start with the 'illegal detention of souls' and the 'yin-yang contract'."
The King of Hell sneered: "Do you think the underworld can't control you?"
Intent: Balance between destruction and repair
