Wang Jin was lying at his desk, thinking about how to write his report.
Only then did he realize that the seemingly useless thing called Guitan Card was actually very clever.
According to Hu Xiaobei, the game was produced by an organization called the "Art Association".
Responsible for operations are dozens of companies around the world.
Yes, ghost talk workers all over the world are playing this game.
Kaitanpai is not just a card drawing software, it is also the largest online communication center for Kaitan workers.
Looking at it this way, the background of the Art Association should be very large, one that spreads all over the world.
Moreover, Wang Jin could not imagine what kind of cost the Art Association would have to pay.
It's nothing more than drawing a card, choosing a color, and then putting it out.
A 10% handling fee can be charged on transactions between users.
Why do so many people buy into the idea of just lying around and collecting money?
But after thinking about it, Wang Jin roughly understood.
Kaitan Card provides a platform for Kaidan workers from all over the world to communicate with each other and gain a general understanding of other forces.
To put it more simply, the Ghost Story Card can spread one's own image, thereby strengthening the connection with reality and making it less likely to be contaminated by ghost stories.
To put it bluntly, this thing is a tool that more directly expresses people's value. You can clearly see how much it weighs and how much it weighs.
As for the color judgment, while they have their own methods, they will also use the mission report as a reference.
Therefore, the existence of the strange talk card allows workers to think carefully when writing reports and whether to dirty up the good things they have obtained.
After all, if too much is concealed, the report will become unreasonable and lead to a major investigation by the Art Association.
Once fraud is discovered, the qualification to obtain the Kaitan card will be cancelled.
And if you tell the truth obediently, in addition to receiving praise, you may also receive a strange story card.
Therefore, Wang Jin is beginning to hesitate now.
Do you want to include in your report your image of being both smart and brave at the amusement park?
After all, I have solved the three ghost stories connected to the haunted house, purified the pollution in the amusement park, and saved countless ordinary people who were about to be harmed.
Don't write it. Apart from the conversation with old Pete, I don't seem to have much to hide.
Write it, increase your visibility, strengthen your connection with reality, and get money.
Mainly because the two purple cards drawn by Zhao Guangming were so handsome that Wang Jin was a little envious.
"Huh - I have to think about this carefully."
Half an hour later.
Wang Jin handed the half-true and half-false report to Liu Qingqing and expressed his gratitude.
In his report, he tried his best to describe himself as a reckless man. He did not mention the intrigue process at all. He only said that he relied on Li Huineng to push him through from beginning to end, and he only played a supporting role.
As a newcomer who has only joined for half a month, this is the most reasonable situation for him.
Neither too mediocre nor too eye-catching.
Now it depends on the Art Association’s own evaluation standards.
Returning to his work station, Wang Jin began to catch up on his sleep.
This time it was not a company mission. Bai He left after a few simple inquiries. Liu Qingqing could not see his report for a while.
Annie, who went to participate in the evaluation, has not returned yet. The Wutong Shen was taken away by the epidemic doctor for study. Hu Xiaobei went to play by himself. No one was looking for Wang Jin for the time being.
"You have to take a break once in a while."
Thinking of the date at night, Wang Jin felt a headache again.
He should adjust his condition quickly, otherwise he will never be able to beat Li Hui.
"I have to go to the hospital tomorrow to see Xiaolin and my mother. I don't know how they are doing."
Lying on the table, Wang Jin gradually fell into sleep after a busy day.
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"Xiaohui! You are so beautiful today!"
"Xiaohui has grown up, and she should have a boy she likes."
In the section of the suppression department, a group of colleagues surrounded Li Hui.
They were surprised to find that Li Hui, who had always been a tomboy, actually had an unprecedented hairstyle.
He even put on a light make-up.
Her chubby little face looks even sweeter and cuter, and her slightly tight-fitting innerwear outlines her hot figure.
Especially the two blushes on the cheeks when asked the reason, people can't help but want to kiss Fangze.
Unfortunately, no one dares.
"Let me train you all!"
A low and hoarse voice sounded, and then a short and capable middle-aged man walked out of the minister's office.
The dark skin is covered with scars, the muscles are well developed that cannot be hidden by the uniform, and the body always smells like iron and fire.
Minister of Suppression, Shrike.
"Li Hui! Come in with me!"
After scanning the silent crowd, the man glared fiercely, and then called Li Hui into the room.
"boom."
The door was closed, and the man's face became darker and darker.
"Master...I..."
"I read your report."
The man waved his hand to interrupt Li Hui's words, and then his expression changed from serious to worried.
"How could you go to such a dangerous place? What if you get injured? Does your father have to kill me?"
"Ahem, it turns out it's because of this..."
Li Hui scratched his head.
"Otherwise, what do you think? Is it because of that boy named Wang Jin?"
The shrike sat down and reached for the tea cup.
"I am very liberal, a young man, free love, free love."
Click.
The shrike drank up the tea in one gulp, and then the ceramic tea cup in his hand made a crisp sound.
Crushed by the shrike.
"When will I let that kid come to see me? If I like him, I can stop your dad and leave Wang Jin's body intact."
The head of the Suppression Department slowly exerted force on his hand, and the teacup made an overwhelming creaking sound, and then completely shattered into pieces.
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"Jingle Bell--!"
Not long after falling asleep, Wang Jin was woken up by the ringing of his cell phone.
"Hello?"
Picking up the phone reluctantly, Wang Jin listened to the voice on the other end of the phone.
"Wang Jin! It's me, Li Ming!"
Hearing this voice, Wang Jin even reacted for a while.
"who?"
"Didn't I promise to pay you?"
"Ah, Li Ming! I remembered it."
Wang Jin suddenly became energetic, opened his sleepy eyes, and got up excitedly.
"The money will be transferred to you shortly, and there is good news!"
"Xiaoxian and I are getting married this weekend, remember to come!"
"Congratulations! Definitely!"
Wang Jin responded happily.
It is really not easy for the newlyweds, and it is a good thing to be able to achieve positive results.
Zhao Guangming said that Li Ming agreed to their marriage as long as he came out of the amusement park alive.
As an ordinary person, Li Ming's performance was already remarkable, and Zhao Guangming had no excuse to stop him.
Wang Jin had expected it, but he still didn't expect it to happen so soon.
"Remember to bring your good friends from the amusement park! I've prepared a private room for you!"
Xiao Hei in the Eyes of the Ancient God laughed happily.
The madman huddled in the corner, tossing the doll back and forth.
Li Ming sounded very happy on the other end of the phone, and Wang Jin's sadness at losing millions was diluted a lot.
After asking about the time and place, Wang Jin exchanged a few pleasantries and then hung up the phone.
I looked up at the time and saw that I was about to get off work.