pertwk Chapter 6 Angels in the Devil
Chapter 6 Angels in the Devil
"Sister Zhou, here are the documents Lai Ge Bao gave you."
"Oh dear, how could I trouble you like this? It's just a short walk, Xiao Lai, really..."
Sister Zhou is in her early thirties, a little over forty, and not far from fifty.
As the relative of the department manager next door, Sister Zhou doesn't work much. She spends her days watching TV dramas, occasionally taking time off to get her nails done and beauty treatments, and even took some time to study for a qualification certificate, all in order to retire five years earlier.
Fortunately, although Sister Zhou is not very dedicated to her work, she never shirks responsibility when problems arise. If she has difficulties with performance, she goes to Manager Zhou next door for help. She is a unique figure in this group.
"Then I'll go deliver the other documents." Wang Lang waved the remaining stack of documents in his hand.
"Hey, don't go yet." Sister Zhou quickly stamped the document and handed it to Wang Lang. "Lang, could you please give this to Lai and have him sign it before giving it to me? Make sure he signs it on the right side, don't sign it wrong."
Wang Lang gave a wry smile: "Fine, it's on the way anyway."
……
After delivering the remaining documents, Wang Lang broke out in a cold sweat again. He arrived at Lai Gebao's office and knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Upon seeing that it was Wang Lang, Lai Ge Bao put down his work, leaned back comfortably in his chair, and looked at his disheveled team member with a triumphant air.
Lai Ge Bao showed no intention of letting Wang Lang sit down, nor did he speak immediately. Instead, he displayed his power before slowly opening his mouth.
"Do you know why I made you run around all afternoon?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Lang's hand twitched almost imperceptibly.
Lai Ge Bao didn't need Wang Lang's reply and continued on his own: "Didn't you always like delivering things to others? You were so eager to deliver medicine to the big boss yesterday, and today I made you run errands several times, what's wrong with you?"
Unexpectedly—
To Wang Lang's surprise, what Lai Ge Bao cared about most was neither the slap he received yesterday nor his public exposure of him, but rather the matter of giving Yunnan Baiyao to the big boss.
"Since you enjoy delivering things so much, you'll be in charge of all these tasks in the group from now on. You can deliver to Team Leader Ma, Manager Gou, and the administration and finance departments. Being our group's dedicated courier isn't a bad idea."
Lai Gebao deliberately pronounced the words "courier" very slowly.
He looked at Wang Lang, as if waiting for a reaction—whether he would back down or argue back. Whatever the reaction, it was all within his control as the team leader.
Wang Lang could feel his back molars clenching, then loosening, then clenching again.
He repeatedly weighed the possibility of earning 500 Heavenly Spirit Points against the cost of compensation for intentionally injuring someone.
Slap him? At worst, we'll both go down together.
does it worth?
"Team leader, Sister Zhou wants you to sign something. Sign on the right." Wang Lang put the document on the table, turned around, and found a chair to sit down.
Lai Ge Bao was somewhat disappointed when he saw that Wang Lang didn't respond.
He took the document, signed his name, and then adopted a gentler attitude: "I won't hold yesterday's matter against you."
As he spoke, Lai Gebao leaned forward slightly, his face bearing that forced smile again. "You need to think this through: In this company, who assigns you tasks? Who evaluates your performance? Who can hand over big clients to you, and also transfer good projects to others?"
Lai Gebao paused for a moment, and for a brief instant, he felt as if he had become the protagonist of a novel.
"I have another document here, please give it to Manager Gou."
"I've finished signing this one too, give it to Sister Zhou."
"You can deliver the rest tomorrow, or you can just leave it here for now."
Lai Ge Bao called out to Wang Lang, who was turning to leave:
"You're a smart person. I won't say much more; you can figure it out yourself."
……
"Lai Ge Bao is right."
This is the truth that Wang Lang realized after leaving his office—a local official is more powerful than a distant one.
Thinking of this, Wang Lang suddenly felt a surge of resentment.
What kind of crappy system is this? In novels, people with systems can do whatever they want, but what about my own system?
The Eye of the Heavenly Gang: Seeing Through?
Is it because you feel you haven't seen the truth of life yet?
Hmph, Tiangang Bank.
You bought yourself off for three thousand yuan?
The more Wang Lang thought about it, the more he felt that the system owed him something. He wished the system could be more direct and more powerful.
Ideally, it would be a system where, with a wave of its hand, Lai Ge Bao's mouth would instantly turn into a butt, and the butt... completely block it out.
After the brainstorming session, Wang Lang looked at the documents in his hand and thought, "I still need to send them to Lao Gou first."
Manager Gou was holding a thermos, and it looked like he had just come out of the break room.
"Let's leave it for now, my hands are wet." Manager Gou waved his hand.
"Xiao Lai, I even arranged for you to make this trip." Manager Gou said casually, glancing at the sweat on Wang Lang's forehead.
Wang Langqian chuckled twice and placed the document on Manager Gou's desk.
Manager Gou took a sip of tea and changed the subject: "However, we still have to do the work assigned by the team leader well."
After saying that, he patted Wang Lang on the shoulder.
Wang Lang forced a smile.
The smile vanished as soon as I stepped out of the office.
Having worked for two years, Wang Lang never thought about climbing the corporate ladder. Even when he was furious, he would just yell: "I'm your worker grandpa!"
This time, a fire ignited in Wang Lang's heart, unlike before, this fire burned painfully.
Whether it's Lai Ge Bao, Si Ma Lou, or Manager Gou, their every word and action emphasizes one fact:
The team leader can assign tasks, evaluate performance, and decide who handles major clients and who runs errands.
The team leader has the right to make reasonable arrangements for you and to manipulate you without being questioned by anyone.
They seem to possess a natural immunity in the face of this legitimate power.
It allows them to downplay their mistakes, ignore the doubts of others, and shirk their responsibilities.
A thought suddenly popped into Wang Lang's mind, startling him: Could they also have a system that reverses the Heavenly Gang?
Let others suffer losses so that you can enjoy the benefits—isn't that the logic of a system?
wrong--
No, no, that's not right.
This is not the logic of the system.
A man named Zhou Shu from the coastal area once said:
The brave draw their swords against the stronger, while the cowardly draw their swords against the weaker.
Those bastards are cowards who bully those below them and fawn over those above them; they should be the ones who are turned upside down.
Wang Lang steadied himself.
He brought up the semi-transparent system panel and carefully examined the skills he had acquired and the system rewards he had received. He felt a little more at ease.
If this system hadn't suddenly appeared, Wang Lang would most likely have become an even weaker victim, with the cowards drawing their swords against him.
But... things have changed.
The "Reversed Heavenly Gang System" can only stir up a weak breeze for now.
Wang Lang didn't know if this was the only butterfly in the world.
But he believes that some people possess butterflies, while others have butterflies in their hearts.
"If the workplace is truly purgatory."
"If I were facing a game instance of a hundred demons parade at night."
"If I were one of those ghosts."
"Then I can't go along with their corrupt practices."
"I want to be an angel among devils."
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"Wang Lang, time to go home."
It was almost dusk when Shen Tingyun came over to say hello.
The light of the setting sun shines through the window, casting a dappled shadow of bamboo on the ground, swaying gently in the wind.
Shen Tingyun stood amidst the bamboo shadows, bathed in warm, diffused light, obscuring her features. The light filtered through her ears, tracing an orange-red arc along the window.
"Let's go, goodbye!" Shen Tingyun raised her hand to her ear and gently shook it at him, her voice soft and blending into the light.
Suck--
Wang Lang took a long breath, the lingering milky scent slowly flowing into his nose, down his throat, rolling around in his chest, and spreading throughout his body.
call--
He let out a long exhale, and his shoulders unconsciously relaxed.
Wang Lang himself couldn't say when he started holding his breath. He would unconsciously hold his breath when the situation was urgent or when he was nervous.
Only when things are over, or when you finally feel relieved, can you breathe a sigh of relief.
Sometimes, breathing is so loud that you don't even realize it, but it can startle others.
Zhu Ge was startled and complained, "Old thief, why are you breathing so loudly?"
As he spoke, he slapped Wang Lang on the shoulder.
Whether Zhu Ge had truly mastered the inch punch or not, Wang Lang felt a burning sensation on his shoulder after each strike.
Feeling the warmth on his shoulder, Wang Lang secretly thought: If the workplace is truly a hell, at least I'm not a lost soul.
The mournful wind howled, tearing at the soul, while sincere hearts warmed one another, their warmth lingering.
"Let's go, let's have dinner together."
"No way, do you really have to spend all 300 yuan on this in one day?"
"Let's go, it's no fun going home alone."
The office lights were on one by one, illuminating rows of cubicles.
Before Wang Lang was pulled away from his seat by Zhu Ge, he turned off the light on his seat.
The lights went out, one less ray of light, and one less hellish place.