Is It Really Feasible to Work in Warhammer?

"Sao Nian, do you want to go to a world full of swords and magic, elves and demons, knights and mechas?" I saw a weasel suddenly sprang out from the roadside, speaking human words and standing like a human being. Li Ang passed by and rolled his eyes: "Warhammer 40k, right? Stop fooling people, I won't go." "What if there are seven dangers and two gold?" There was cunning in the mung bean-sized eyes. "No... Go, no go." Li Ang swallowed, his head still shaking like a rattle: "You have money to make, but you have no life to spend." "Then if there is an emergency escape, round-trip transportation, overtime pay..." Wong Tai Sin's expression became more and more teasing. Li Ang was like a monkey wearing a tight spell, rolling on the ground: "Don't, don't... Say it." "We strictly abide by the national labor laws, working from 9 to 5, and we have one day off every day. I'll lie to you that I am a neon weasel." Wong Tai Sin's last sentence had a critical impact. Li Ang grasped Wong Tai Sin's front paw with lightning speed, and there was no dust on his body at all: "Master, no, adoptive father! I understand, where can I apply for induction?"