Chapter 323 Apprenticeship with Pluto (2)
Hades Office.
When Zhou Ye came back from a business trip, the horse-faced and bull-headed men who were clearing the way came over to him obsequiously, smiling horribly against their long, crooked faces.
"Pluto, you are finally back, we miss you so much!"
Zhou Ye turned his face, looked at the hot pot spicy soup that had not been wiped off the mouths of these guys indifferently, and kicked the horse-faced messenger aside in annoyance.
"Get out of here."
"Okay, I'll get out now!"
On the dark floor, several burly men with human bodies, horse heads, or bull heads rolled away from Zhou Ye's feet.
The dark and gloomy Hades reverberated with the vague smell of hot pot, and it was damn spicy from butter.
Zhou Ye walked quickly to his office and collapsed on his luxurious leather chair.
"Hey..."
Aow sighed.
"Sir, we didn't meet the standards again this month. The commendation meeting is about to be held. Have you written your review for last month?"
Zhou Ye's face twisted, and his whole body was conveying a message.
I write about your fucking stick.
Aowu had known she would be like this, and sighed quietly.
"I'll read it and you'll write it, okay?"
"No."
"Then if your business fails to meet the standards during the three-month internship period, you will be removed. Let's not say whether the old Pluto will be angry with you to death again. You have to think about the mission. The original owner's wish is to be a You are an excellent Pluto. But now, let alone being an excellent Pluto, you can hardly become Pluto.”
Zhou Ye closed his eyes and put his arm on the armrest. A round jade bead in his palm emitted a faint white light in the dark and green environment.
Seeing her like this, Aowu understood in her heart.
It would be impossible for her to write a self-criticism.
This matter has to be done by those sycophants, but Zhou Ye has to ask those people to help her write a review.
"Master, why don't you let your four sycophants write it for you."
After all, these sycophants were elites during their lifetime, and they can only enjoy the benefits of public service in the underworld after death. Upon hearing this, Zhou Ye narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke calmly.
"Yes."
Niutou No. 1 was called in, followed by a strong smell of hot pot.
"Pluto, if you need anything, just ask me!"
"Can you write a review?"
Zhou Ye spoke directly, and Niutou No. 1's ugly cow face was stunned. He thought about it seriously and finally answered.
"Although I haven't written it, I can check it online. What kind of review do you need?"
Aowu quickly spoke up to remind him.
"The self-cultivation of a Pluto and the confession of a derelict Pluto."
Zhou Ye paraphrased.
When Niutou heard this, he shook his head crazily, and the soup from the corner of his mouth almost hit the desk.
"How can you be the derelict Pluto! You are the most competent and outstanding Pluto I have ever seen in the past five hundred years!"
"Cut the nonsense."
"Okay, I'll write it right away. What do you want?"
"Tomorrow at noon."
"Okay, I'll deliver it to your office tomorrow morning!"
Niutou No. 1, who was reused, happily shook his tail and left.
At this time, cheerful music came from the office.
It came out from the speakers in the four corners of the ceiling.
"Good luck to you and wish you good luck~
Good luck comes with joy and love~
Good luck to us!
Welcome good luck and prosper and travel around the world..."
The luxurious speaker, with three-dimensional surround effect, ensures that every note can accurately penetrate your eardrums and poison your brain.
(End of chapter)