Quick Wear: If a Young Man Doesn't Work Hard, the Boss Will Kill Me

I, Lin Miaomiao, was so dizzy eating turkey noodles. I was not idle even when I arrived in the underworld - I tricked ghosts into scanning QR codes to listen to books, I persuaded Po Meng to make a strawberry-flavored soup pot, and I helped the Black and White Wuchang live broadcast to sell paper and tie up the villa. The King of Hell couldn't bear it and threw me into the quick wear department as a temporary worker. "The system randomly assigns plane characters," the King of Hell flipped through the book of life and death, "I only guarantee one thing - you will be the most inconspicuous and most easily ignored person in every plane." I said, "Isn't this the fate of social animals?" The King of Hell said: "Yes, so I paid you five insurances and one fund." I think he was swearing, but I have no proof. Then I started traveling through various planes - including but not limited to In period novels, she plays the role of a top-notch old lady, forcing her own son to fight hard, kicking the good leg of her lame son-in-law, and tricking the whole family into working to pay off debts. In the cultivation novel, I transformed into an old hen from behind, smashed the master's foundation-building elixir with my butt, and the whole sect hunted me for three days and three nights. Later, he discovered that he was of Phoenix bloodline, but had been half stewed before awakening. In the palace battles, the pot was transformed into an iron pot in the imperial dining room, the imperial concubine poisoned me to make it boil, and the empress cooked porridge while I kept it fresh, and finally it was given as a family heirloom. In the post-apocalyptic novel, I transformed myself into a zombie in a supermarket. Other zombies gnawed on people, I gnawed on cans, gnawed out iron stomachs, and howled out "There are mutated vines over there" to save the protagonist group. From now on, I am the only organized zombie in the apocalypse. People from every plane ask me: What on earth are you? I smiled evilly - I was on staff in the underworld, job number 404, with all five insurances and one housing fund, and I could earn triple points for occasional overtime during weekends. Pure fiction, no bad guidance