I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 615 You're Finally in My Hands (46)

Cao Zhen, who was singled out, was covered in sweat and didn't know why Chen Yu had chosen him.

This story is very famous. It is the story of King Sibi cutting off his own flesh to feed a hawk. Monks who are well-versed in Buddhist teachings can tell who it is just by listening to the hawk and the pigeon.

But the question is, should other people know?

If you were to know, to what extent would you need to know?
Moreover, by asking me to answer this question based on such a Buddhist story, are you implying something to me?
But if I don't answer, will I be considered incompetent and kicked out?

Cao Zhen was overwhelmed with mixed feelings. After a long while, he said, "Well, maybe it was scared to death because it felt that the eagle was too ferocious."

"Hmm, that makes sense, but it's too mediocre. I'll give you a grade D rating, and here's a bonus of one hundred yuan."

Using the meeting room's built-in recording function, Chen Yu recorded the other party's answer and then promptly sent the 100 yuan bonus to them.

In an instant, Cao Zhen was surrounded by a large number of eyes, some of which were envious, some jealous, and some eager for the prize money.

If such a terrible answer can get a 100 yuan reward, what would happen if it were a top-tier answer?

A few people started raising their hands sporadically. One of them, after being called on by Chen Yu, excitedly said, "I know this. It's about King Sibi cutting off his own flesh to feed an eagle. King Sibi couldn't bear to see the eagle preying on pigeons, so he cut off his own flesh to serve the eagle, and he bled to death."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Chen Yu expectantly, but Chen Yu just smiled regretfully and said, "Ding, one hundred yuan."

"Why!" the contractor asked in surprise. "My answer was so brilliant, why is it still 'Ding'? Could it be that your Buddhist anecdote is on the same level as that guy's?"

Cao Zhen stared coldly at the outsourced worker, determined to find out who it was and give them a good beating!
Who's trash!

I am the embodiment of the Bodhisattva of Universal Blessing. Do you know how much effort I have put in to conceal my shortcomings?

You're the trash!

Cao Zhen's displeasure, on the contrary, made Chen Yu very happy.

Seeing the additional thousand negative emotions, Chen Yu thought this Foundation Establishment expert was quite good, rather refreshing.

However, these negative emotions are just small change; I can deal with them later when I have the chance.

Now, let's solve the problem of the dream first.

Telling the other party to calm down, Chen Yu said, "The reason you were rated 'D' is because your statement lacks any originality. Anyone with a little experience can tell this story, and I need more innovative content."

Chen Yu's words were recorded verbatim by all the outsourced workers, who then analyzed them word by word and wrote a three-thousand-word analysis report and various emotional analyses in their minds.

Outsourcing workers are people too, and as people, they need to learn how to please their superiors—that's common sense.

The leader's words are the truth, the leader's preferences are the direction we pursue, and the leader's direction is the goal we strive for.

As long as you pay me enough, I'll do anything for you!

Judging from the current situation, Chen Yu is quite famous and is even more generous with his rewards, giving out top-tier prizes that are very tempting, making people even more enthusiastic about analyzing him.

After a moment of silence, someone else raised their hand and, when called upon, said, "We can reasonably suspect that this person was a pigeon enthusiast who was heartbroken and died of a broken heart after seeing his pigeons being hunted."

"Yes, I think we can get a Class B award, with a bonus of three hundred yuan."

"Great!"

Three hundred yuan, which he had worked hard for a week to earn.

Now, after just three sentences, Chen Yu gave him three hundred yuan. Overjoyed, he immediately transformed into Chen Yu's shape, ready to continue contributing his ideas.

"In that case, could we suspect that this person's name is Pigeon, and that he was actually killed by an eagle?" "I like this idea. Grade A, four hundred dollars."

"I've got it too! This person's name is actually Eagle, and he actually choked to death on a pigeon!"

"Not bad, Grade A, four hundred yuan!"

……

Driven by the prize money and Chen Yu's encouragement, the originally ordinary story of cutting flesh to feed an eagle was constantly deconstructed, eventually becoming something no one recognized.

After half an hour of speaking, Chen Yu pointed at the man with the golden hair and said, "That's about enough. Please read out the most outrageous idea that everyone came up with."

Cao Zhen is now completely numb.

The blow was immense that familiar Buddhist scriptures were misinterpreted as something he didn't recognize.

What's even more infuriating is that Chen Yu actually wanted him to read it aloud!
"Read it out loud! You didn't take any notes, did you?"

Not taking notes is one of the mistakes that outsourcing cannot afford to make.

Notes symbolize respect for leaders; red ink represents enthusiasm, black ink represents composure, green ink represents approachability, blue ink represents contemplation, and yellow ink represents a touch of melancholy.

Not taking notes is the same level of mistake as calling the wrong person by their title—the kind of mistake that even death cannot forgive.

If it weren't for wanting to infiltrate Chen Yu's outsourcing team and find out what Chen Yu was planning to do, Cao Zhen would have already left.

Filled with grief and indignation, he stood up, looked at his notes, and said, "The three of them are the lead singer, guitarist, and drummer of a girl band, and they have an unspeakable, ambiguous relationship with each other. They had a blast while playing these unspeakable games for unspeakable reasons."

"Very good, please sit down."

Having accepted the negative emotions the other party was sending, Chen Yu found the other party becoming more and more friendly.

Addressing the now lively crowd, Chen Yu continued, “Your ideas are excellent, and we should continue in this direction. This is the first type of task I need you to complete, which is simply bizarre reasoning. Design a short script, add a lot of seemingly unrelated things, and then have people deduce the cause of the event. The more outrageous the plot, the better, and the more bizarre the content, the better.”

"Why do you have this type of dream?" a contractor asked curiously.

“Good question. Cultivators are already too tired, so we need to give them a chance to relax. This kind of witty and humorous reasoning can bring a smile to people’s faces and can definitely reduce a lot of their stress.”

"I see. Mr. Chen, you said this is the first type, are there other types as well?"

"Yes, the second type is problem-solving. Given a bunch of seemingly unrelated things, solve the problem through certain manipulations, and the more bizarre the process, the better."

"I understand. Is there a third type?"

"Yes, we can hide the clues and let the players find them themselves, which would be more interesting. If you have any other ideas, feel free to share them."

"Okay Mr. Chen!"

The team's atmosphere was finally stirred up. The unprecedented dream types made each outsourced worker start to let loose and prepare to show Chen Yu their abilities.

Cao Zhen watched Chen Yu's plan with excitement, finally understanding what Chen Yu was planning to do.

Didn't you want everyone to relax?
I'll let you relax to your heart's content!
Let me use the wisdom of my true self to relax you into idiots.

Chen Yu, you're finally in my hands!

(End of this chapter)