Under One Person: I, Jiaqian Jushi, work from nine to five

“Um… Mr. Zhou,” Lu Linglong began.

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"Are all the roads you travel to so far... so wild?" Lu Linglong asked.

“... Zhang Chulan.”

"..." Zhou Fengliu.

"What are you talking about... We are a legitimate company! Our employees are also a bunch of legitimate people!" Zhang Chulan began to introduce the company culture. He was shameless enough to say anything without batting an eye.

Hearing this, Zhou Fengliu exclaimed, "Damn it, shameless!" If he hadn't gone to bury people with Feng Baobao and Zhang Chulan last night, he would have truly believed that Zhang Chulan was serious!

"Oh...is that so?" Lu Linglong was impressed but didn't understand.

The crowd continued watching the match. Meanwhile, Wang Ergou had stood up. Looking angrily at the disheveled and unsportsmanlike Feng Baobao in the distance, he said:

"Vulgar! Lacking in martial ethics! Unruly! And unkempt! He doesn't even have the most basic manners!"

As Wang Ergou spoke with an air of impending doom, he began to circulate his Qi and unleash his power. Within a few breaths, Qi of rainbow colors appeared on his body, colorful and dazzling.

...

"What...is this?" Zhang Chulan, standing on the platform, was very puzzled by Wang Ergou's methods.

"This...this is a kung fu created by Er Gou, Flowing Rainbow...it incorporates hints into one's own Qi, so all attacks can affect the opponent's emotions..." said a teammate from Lu Linglong's small group.

Their words implied that Wang Ergou's method was incredibly powerful, while Zhou Fengliu, after listening for a while, felt that this method of influencing people's emotions sounded somewhat familiar.

Um...

It seems to be that old bald monk's Twelve Labors Formation...

Zhou Fengliu thought of Gao Ning, whose relic he had removed...

As he was thinking, the battle below began to become intense.

Wang Ergou tried everything he could, but it had no effect on Feng Baobao.

Seeing that Wang Ergou's methods didn't seem to cause any real harm, Feng Baobao relaxed and continued kicking Wang Ergou's cheek.

"Holy crap, don't slap me in the face... I give up, I surrender! Feng Baobao."

Wang Ergou admitted defeat just like that. His flamboyant glasses had been kicked off by Feng Baobao, and he was no longer as elegant as before.

"Finished...that's it." Feng Baobao patted the dust off her hands, then put her hands in her pockets and walked out of the arena with an air of indifference, leaving Wang Ergou lying there like a corpse.

"..."

On the stands, Zhou Fengliu and Zhang Chulan were not surprised by the result, and for Lu Linglong's group, it was not something that could keep them silent.

Their silence stemmed from the way Feng Baobao kicked the ball...

So you really don't use Qi?

"Um, Miss Lu, we'll be leaving now." Zhang Chulan said goodbye to Lu Linglong and the others, and then left the stands with Zhou Fengliu.

"Um..."

At this moment, as Lu Linglong's group watched Zhou Fengliu and Zhang Chulan leave, they couldn't help but feel an inexplicable curiosity about the company, Na Du Tong.

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P.S.: Dear godfathers! Please give this struggling author a small gift! I'm begging you all! Waaaaah!

Chapter 63 Zhang Chulan: Come here! (Second Update)

What kind of people are these frontline employees at NaDuTong Company?

"Zhou Fengliu, the God of War Who Forces Fighting".

Feng Baobao, known as "Ms. Circle Kick".

And then there's Zhang Chulan, who's shameless.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like a proper eccentric!

...

"Now I'm the only one left, right?"

After leaving the venue, Zhang Chulan said that it was now his turn to perform.

"Yeah, we're counting on you. Good luck." Zhou Fengliu patted Zhang Chulan on the shoulder to encourage him.

"Brother Liu, you're actually encouraging me like this..." Zhang Chulan was somewhat flattered.

Seeing this, Zhou Fengliu told Zhang Chulan not to overthink it...

If he hadn't placed several thousand yuan bet on Zhang Chulan at Bai Shixue's betting platform, why would he be so counting on Zhang Chulan...

"Brother Liu! I'm going!" Zhang Chulan said firmly.

"Um..."

Watching Zhang Chulan's departing figure, Zhou Fengliu stroked his chin, then took out his "far ahead" phone, logged onto the website, and briefly checked the odds.

Has the money arrived?

It's pretty fast.

As Zhou Fengliu watched the funds flow back into his account, he briefly sensed the rate at which his internal Qi was increasing.

how to say?

In today's competition, he bet on almost every opponent he could think of who would win, such as Zhuge Qing, Wang Ye, Zhang Lingyu, Feng Baobao, and himself. Although the odds weren't high, he still made a few tens of thousands of yuan...

Why is the rate of increase in Qi within the body only slightly faster?

Zhou Fengliu found it very strange.

Does this mean this doesn't count as work income? Or is it that... only self-imposed pressure counts as work income?

Mr. Zhou stroked his chin, lost in thought.

We might have to wait until Zhang Chulan's match is over to find out the answer, since Zhang Chulan's odds are high... which would allow for a more direct analysis.

With this in mind, Zhou Fengliu walked into Zhang Chulan's arena, ready to watch.

He was taken aback by the sheer number of people in the audience as soon as he stepped onto the stage.

This picture of Chu Lan... is quite popular!

"Big brother! You've come to watch Brother Chu Lan's match too!" Feng Xingtong, who was not far away, noticed him and greeted him.

"Hmm..." Zhou Fengliu nodded and walked over. In addition to Feng Jie and her brother, Feng Zhenghao was also there.

"President Feng is here too."

"Hmm, we meet again, you charming lady," Feng Zhenghao said with a smile.

“My dad arrived earlier than my sister and me.”

Feng Xingtong said that Feng Zhenghao didn't even come to watch his match! If it weren't for Feng Shayan's stubbornness and soft heart, she would still come to watch his match... He would be too lonely.

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"I wonder if Qingfu Shen can give Zhang Bilian a good beating."

"Of course! Give her a good beating! That Zhang Bilian is infuriating!"

Everyone in the audience wanted to see Zhang Chulan get a good beating.

"Holy crap, even the God of War is here?"

"Where? I saw it! Goodness, he's even standing with President Feng, one of the Ten Elders! This guy has quite the nerve, even President Feng came to watch his match."

"It's not just Chairman Feng! Look over there! Old Lu and Old Wang are here too."

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"Three of the Ten Elders have arrived? This shameless man..."

The crowd was buzzing with discussion, and as Zhou Fengliu listened to their chatter, he noticed the two elderly people sitting opposite him.

...

Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, Zhang Chulan arrived at the center of the arena. He first scanned the audience in the stands, and seeing their indignant expressions, he was quite satisfied.

"Shan Shitong! Shan Shitong, please enter the venue immediately!"

Just when everyone thought a thrilling battle was about to unfold, the referee from the Celestial Master's Mansion called for Shan Shitong to enter the arena several times, but Shan Shitong never appeared.

"Since Shan Shih-Tung was unable to enter the competition on time, he is considered to have forfeited."

As the judge from the Celestial Master's Mansion read out the verdict, the audience erupted in uproar.

"What's going on?!"

"This is a conspiracy! What tricks has Gouba pulled this time?!"

"Shameless Zhang Chulan! Bah! What kind of Qi Source Cultivator is this? What a piece of trash!"

"Fuck you, give us our money back! Is this some kind of competition that's fair to us?!"

"By the way... bro, did we pay?"

"Yeah, we didn't spend any money either, let's have a freebie contest!"

Human joys and sorrows are not shared; Zhang Chulan only felt that the crowd in the stands was a bit noisy.

It doesn't matter...

Go ahead and call out.

As long as we win.

Zhang Chulan hummed a little tune as he walked out of the competition venue.

Before he could even leave the arena, a previously eliminated contestant jumped down from the stands. He was one of the contestants that Zhang Chulan had eliminated earlier.

He couldn't take it anymore.

"Zhang Chulan! You despicable weakling, show your true colors today!" he shouted as he charged at Zhang Chulan, but without the slightest hesitation, he was pinned to the ground by the referee from the Celestial Master's Mansion.

"Boy! This is not the place for you to seek revenge and fight privately!" Although the referees from the Celestial Master's Mansion also disliked Zhang Chulan, rules are rules, and they could not let this kid beat up Zhang Chulan.