Boss, You're Really Sharp

One day, Feng Jun passed a teahouse and saw a help-wanted notice. From then on, he earned a monthly salary of 2,800 yuan, laughed every day, and took care of every little and big job at the teahouse.

After asking the boss to pay his social insurance for the Nth time and getting nowhere, Feng Jun slapped a copy of the Labor Law down in front of him.

"If you don't pay my social insurance, I'll fine you into the ground. This dump of yours is doomed to go under anyway. I'm done."

There were only two living people in the whole rundown teahouse, the boss and Feng Jun. Customers came in about once a month, and aside from the cleaning lady who showed up once a week, you couldn't find a single mouse.

It was doomed to go under sooner or later.

The boss was still young, but already living like a quadriplegic. Every day, he was either glued to his bed or inseparable from the sofa.

Feng Jun was one step away from being laid off without getting paid, so he promptly handed in his resignation.

The boss opened his sleepy, flirtatious eyes and swept his waist-length hair aside. Limp as a boneless mollusk, he looked troubled. "Are you really quitting? If you leave, I'll have to choose from all the other humans again. It's such a pain."

Feng Jun rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right. With a crappy job like this, not even a dog would apply."

To Feng Jun's surprise, he was soon proven wrong. As soon as word got out that he was leaving, the teahouse was flooded with applicants.

The teahouse's only VIP customer was the first to hand in a resume. Dressed in white, with an otherworldly air, he drove a car worth at least a million yuan.

"Brother Feng, do I look presentable? Do you think the senior staff will look down on me at the interview?" The VIP, usually as aloof as a snow lotus, fussed nervously over his clothes as if he were about to meet the girl he liked.

"Mr. Feng, could you teach me what our boss looks for in an employee? I'll write you a letter of recommendation, and I guarantee you can find a job at any university in the country." A leading researcher, who ran multiple projects and had won a national science and technology award at the youngest age on record, took Feng Jun out to dinner and begged him to share his interview tips.

"Brother Feng, all my disciples are exceptional. You can train them however you like. Pick the one you like best and let him make an impression on Mr. Tai." A nationally renowned metaphysical master, so hard to book that no amount of money could secure an appointment, showered money into Feng Jun's account, brought his disciples and grand-disciples to serve him, and begged him to put in a good word, throwing away every last shred of dignity.

Even the museum director, who begged the boss every month for a chance to get a thorough examination, pulled Feng Jun aside and said with shining eyes, "What do you think? Should I apply for this position?"

Then he picked up a strand of the boss's hair from the floor with a look of deep sorrow and carefully stored it in a sandalwood box.

Even a high-ranking official who normally appeared only on the news and traveled with a motorcade came in person to see the boss, hoping to leave his most trusted right-hand man behind as a dog at the boss's beck and call.

What the hell! Even jobs paying 2,800 yuan with no social insurance are this competitive now!

Feng Jun immediately snatched his resignation letter back from the boss. He didn't forget to use a little workplace manipulation, either. "I've thought it over, and I've decided to give you another chance. Pay my social insurance for this month, and I'll grudgingly stay!"

At the same time, he asked why all these people were so eager to wait on his boss.

They all answered, "Because he's the world's number-one jian!"

Feng Jun was shocked, then understood, then accepted it.

What a scumbag! Yeah, that fit. Every day, when he saw that lazy, unconcerned face, he wanted to beat the boss to death.

Later, disaster struck Feng Jun. The white-clad VIP, who could fly on his sword, was gravely injured and about to be torn into a cloud of blood by a monster's claws. Then a sharp sword cleaved through the darkness, hurtling toward them with a fearsome, earth-shaking killing intent. One slash split mountains and rivers, scattering every demon and monster.

Feng Jun patted his chest, still shaken, when he heard the VIP grab his trembling life-bound sword and shriek with excitement. "Boss Tai! Boss Tai's true form! Aaaah, so cool! The greatest divine weapon under heaven! I've had a breakthrough in the sword path!"

Then Feng Jun heard his boss's voice coming from the black sword standing in the mountain it had cleaved in two. "You need this venerable one to deal with trash like that personally? The human race really has grown weaker by the day."

Feng Jun: "..."

Wait, boss, you're really a sword?

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