Boss, You Are Such a Sword

Feng Jun passed by a teahouse one day and saw a recruitment notice. From then on, he lived a life where he earned a monthly salary of 2,800 yuan, laughed every day, and had all the work in the teahouse included. After asking his boss to pay social security for the Nth time to no avail, Feng Jun slapped the boss on the face with the labor law. "If you don't pay social security, I will punish you to death. Sooner or later, this wretched place will become obsolete, and I will quit working." The dilapidated teahouse was dug three feet from top to bottom, and there were only two living people: the boss and him. The number of customers entering the shop was measured in months. Except for the aunt who came to clean once a week, not even a mouse could be found. Yellow, sooner or later you will get yellow. The boss was already living a life of total paralysis at a young age. Every day he was either in close contact with the bed or inseparable from the sofa. Feng Jun was only one step away from being unpaid and unemployed, so he quickly handed over his resignation letter. The boss opened his sleepy peach-blossom eyes, and like a deboned mollusk, he pushed back his waist-long hair, with a distressed look on his face: "Do you really want to resign? Once you leave, you humans will have to make me choose again. I'm really annoyed." Feng Jun rolled his eyes: "Haha, even a dog wouldn't come to your job." ———— Unexpectedly, Feng Jun was slapped in the face. As soon as the news spread that he was resigning, the teahouse immediately ushered in a wave of applications. The only VIP customer in the tea room, he is dressed in white and has an elegant look. The guy who drives up to the car with a millionaire is the first to hand in his resume. "Brother Feng, am I doing this appropriately? Will I be disliked by my seniors for the interview later?" The VIP, who usually looked like icebergs and snow lotus, was nervously arranging his clothes and waiting for the interview as he talked about the girl he liked. "Mr. Feng, can you teach Mr. Tai about his preferences for selecting employees? I will definitely write you a letter of recommendation to ensure that you can find a job at any university in the country." The scientific research boss, who holds multiple projects and is the youngest person to win the National Science and Technology Award, invited him to dinner and asked Feng Jun to teach him about interview experience. "Brother Feng, these disciples of mine are all good and bad. Just train me and choose the one who is most pleasing to your eyes and let him show his face in front of Mr. Tai." The master of metaphysics, who is famous all over the country and is hard to find if he has money, pours money into his card. He also leads a group of disciples and disciples, and they spend all their money to beg him for a good word. The director of the museum, who cried every month and begged his boss for a chance to do a detailed inspection, also pulled him aside and said with excitement, "What do you think I would do to compete for this position?" After saying that, he sadly picked up the boss's hair that fell on the ground and put it in a sandalwood gift box for collection. Even the leader who only appeared in the news and drove the motorcade when traveling came to see his boss in person, hoping to leave his most trusted right-hand man as his boss's dog. Damn it! Now 2,800 jobs without social security have been lost! Feng Jun didn't waste a moment and snatched the resignation from the boss's hand without forgetting: "I have thought about it and decided to give you another chance. If you pay for my social security this month, I will reluctantly stay!" At the same time, he didn't forget to ask why these people were so mean to his boss. This group of people all replied: "Because he is the best man in the world!" Feng Jun was shocked, Feng Jun was aware, and Feng Jun understood. Cheap! It's quite mean! Every day when he saw his boss's lazy face that didn't care about anything, he wanted to beat him to death. ———— Later, Feng Jun encountered a disaster, and the VIP guy in white who was flying with a sword was seriously injured. He was about to be torn into a bloody mist by the claws of a ghost. He saw a sharp sword cutting through the black curtain, and flying arrows with a shocking chilling air. The sword split the mountains and rivers, and the monsters dispersed. Feng Jun patted his chest with lingering fear. Then he heard the VIP guy holding down his trembling natal sword and shouting excitedly: "Taiboss! Taiboss's true form, ahhh, so handsome! The best weapon in the world, I have realized the way of the sword." Then, Feng Jun heard the voice of his boss coming from the black sword that was splitting a mountain: "I have to personally take action against such a little guy. The human race is really getting weaker and weaker." Feng Jun: "..." "No boss, are you really a swordsman?" Purpose: Live well and be passionate about everything