Hearing about people's virtues makes him enjoy it. The people inside seem to have immortality.
The bullets hit them, but they couldn't splatter any blood, and they just screamed in pain.
It seems that this is the benefit that the devil gives these administrators...I am afraid that no one can harm them in this world.
After more than half an hour, the conference room came to a standstill.
More than a dozen participants were panting and in pain.
"Okay, have you vented enough? If not, I'll give you ten more minutes. If the pistol isn't powerful enough, I'll bring in a batch of rocket launchers next time." Zhang Conglin knocked on the table.
In the gunfight just now, he did not participate in it, but just watched with a cold eye.
No one dared to shoot at him.
Wen Rende knew that this guy must have a higher status.
Perhaps it holds the power of distribution?
"Captain Zhang, I'm sorry." The woman who just looked in the mirror bowed her head and apologized.
"I'm sorry, Captain Zhang."
"It's a bit stressful, Captain Zhang, I'm sorry."
Everyone apologized.
"Okay, I know everyone is under great pressure and walking on thin ice every day. I don't know if one day I will become a cannon fodder due to performance issues." After Zhang Conglin scolded him, he comforted.
Everyone looked a little ashamed.
When Wen Rende saw this, he suddenly understood that what Han Xu said was wrong.
These people did not enjoy it, but actually knew their final fate.
As long as there are better people to replace them, they will soon become cannon fodder.
Demons have no respect for humanity, and they will not be bound by the business rules of human society.
If you don't do it well, you have no value. If you have no value, you will die.
Like human society, saving enough money to retire and enjoy life, or working for a few years, then losing the fighting spirit, cheating and poaching corners of the company, does not exist here.
At this time, someone else in the conference room sighed and said, "Why can't God be more considerate of us? Give us a little more hope so that we can live like ordinary people?"
"Now that you have obtained divine power, stop thinking about ordinary people's lifestyles." Someone said helplessly.
"No, I remember reading a diary of a mutant. Although they have mysterious powers, they can still enjoy ordinary people's lives and be leisurely and comfortable. How can they fight for their lives like us? Last week, Lao Wu failed because of one thing
If you handle it well, if your performance is not up to standard, you will be punished to work as a sidekick and then die, which is worse than what Han Xu ended up with now."
"Yes, there is too much pressure. It works well for a while, but in the long run, it will only make us crazy, do bad things, and make mistakes." Someone complained.
"We are humans, not machines."
Everyone started to complain again.
They are not stupid. They may not understand the things that Han Xu can see at first, but they will understand after seeing the fate of their companions.
The devil doesn't need any long-term collaborators at all. As long as their value is squeezed out, it will replace them with a new batch of people.
The management of the main world often changes every four years, let alone them?
It's just that the main world has been replaced, and you can still live safely.
But here, there is no such good thing.
"Team Zhang, you should tell God that if you want more business output, you can't put so much pressure on us. If administrators like us don't end up well, latecomers will only think about how to use their permissions to escape, instead of
Run the world with care, just like that rich second-generation Han Xu." At the end of the complaint, someone plucked up the courage to suggest.
Zhang Conglin said nothing. What these people said was correct and reasonable.
But this suggestion is actually to use him as cannon fodder.
The devil will most likely agree to this condition, but the person who threatens it with these words will definitely die!
A bunch of bastards.
If he had known a few months ago, he shouldn't have come to rescue these bastards!
Sure enough, they are all selfish and exquisite people.
Zhang Conglin thought this way and said, "God is wise. This is just a small test He has given us. As long as we persist, everything will be fine in the future."
He didn't allow anyone to comment and continued
"Okay, that's it for the meeting. The distribution plan will still follow the previous rules. Everyone should work hard and try to make a few good movies that will shock the world. I heard that a historical war movie will be filmed recently, and everyone will pay more attention to it.
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"If the photos are good enough, God will be happy and will naturally relax our pressure."
"Okay, Captain Zhang."
"Yes."
"Got it."
Everyone cheered up and responded one after another.
When Wen Rende heard this, he didn't take it seriously at first, but then he was so shocked that he almost stopped standing on the tree.
What, you want to make a historical war movie?
How many people will die?
In war movies, the death rate ranges from thousands to hundreds to hundreds of thousands or even millions, or even tens of millions!
These people are becoming more and more vicious and unscrupulous.
In order to satisfy the devil's appetite, they used to just play detective movies and kill a few supporting characters, at most dozens of people.
Now they feel that this is not shocking enough to help them make requests to God, so they start making war movies.
Historical war movies are real enough to allow people to completely immerse themselves in the tragic scenes of war.
All kinds of emotions, fear, happiness, anger, love, grief, etc., can be sublimated in war... This is what some writers and artists say.
They must be stopped.
This is the first thought that comes to people’s virtues.
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In the lush green mountains and forests, Wen Rensheng received the message from Wen Rende.
"Historical war movie?" Wen Rensheng asked doubtfully.
"Oh, I think I heard a little bit. Someone just came to see an old man..." Han Xu next to him suddenly said.
He told how an old man with a black mole whom he had just met was invited to play the role of the emperor. However, the old man asked for reasonable conditions for safety and security, but the other party refused.
The old man had a conflict with the inviter, and he slapped the inviter, Director Wang, to death.
"It seems that someone besides us has entered here. He wants to test how deep the water is." Wen Rensheng said thoughtfully.
Ouyang Tian was also present at the time Han Xu mentioned this, so he had no reason to lie.
After everyone listened, they all started gossiping.
"Who is this old man?"
"He claimed to have been an emperor. Are there any of the aliens who were born emperors?"
"How old are you? The last emperor was two hundred years ago."
"Well, there is indeed such a person, but that is the confidential file information of the Inspectorate. I can't tell you the details now." Wen Rensheng stopped everyone's gossip.
When Han Xu heard this, he suddenly felt extremely regretful.
He may have missed a great opportunity.
If he could be as obedient and sincere to the old man as the stupid male protagonist in the TV series, I'm afraid he would be able to trigger a rare plot of passing on skills.
The old man will conflict with those people later and be seriously injured. After being seriously injured, he will choose to pass the alien species to him...
What a great script, but it came to an abrupt end because of his cleverness.
No wonder a fool can be the protagonist.
Han Xu was extremely regretful.
"The matter of the war film should be reported first, so that the Inspectorate should pay close attention to the population changes. What we have to do now is to find a way to evacuate and maintain an invincible position."
Wen Rensheng continued,
"According to my father's reconnaissance results, the administrators have some kind of mysterious power and are not afraid of shooting. It may be difficult for my cousin and my father to subdue them alone. Teacher Wu, go and support them two."
A tiger nodded and attacked quietly.
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Wen Rende stared at the most inconspicuous administrator, followed him out of the conference room, then left the wooden building and got into a car.
He immediately tried to predict where the other party would go next.
In fact, it doesn’t matter if you don’t predict it, just follow it.
He just tried his own abilities and verified them with what actually happened.
Before, outside, there was no way to predict what has happened and will happen in this world.
But now after entering with the help of a puppet, he found that prophecy here is very simple.
Although it's not as easy as counting on your fingers, it's not difficult either.
There are only three pictures of where the other party wants to go.
The most likely place is a road construction site outside the town...