Picking up the booklet, this time Zhou Ze did not feel it was hot, but instead had a warm and icy feeling, as if he was holding a piece of ancient jade.
There seemed to be a very strange connection between myself and this booklet.
Zhou Ze had read some fairy tale novels before, but the feeling he had this time was not like the magical weapons recognizing their masters in the fairy tale novels.
Booklet or booklet,
He is still himself.
But inexplicably, Zhou Ze felt a sense of familiarity with this thing, just like a thirty-year-old man holding a photo of himself taken when he was three or five years old.
Strange, yet incredibly familiar.
Opening the first page of the booklet, that magnificent image came to his mind again. Zhou Ze closed his eyes, and then all the messy things disappeared.
Last time, I was passively indoctrinated.
This time, it seems that I can control this handle.
Finally, the first page was opened, and there was a handprint on it. Zhou Ze was not sure whether it was his own handprint or someone else's, and there was no way to do a detailed fingerprint comparison. But in fact, this handprint was very strange, and Zhou Ze even felt that there should be no one in the world with such a handprint.
The patterns of the handprints are very harmonious, so harmonious that you can't find any flaws at all, and they are extremely neat, with every detail creating a very comfortable feeling.
Below, there are two columns.
First column: Name: Zhou Ze.
Second column: Position: Temporary ghost messenger.
In fact, Zhou Ze had an idea before. This should be the so-called ghost messenger certificate. To be precise, it is the underworld certificate. After all, the underworld is also a small society. Although small, it has all the necessary organs. The ghost messenger is only a part of the job.
When Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang discussed their current situation, one thing that was very clear was that their identity as a temporary worker was very delicate and they might be used as a scapegoat at any time, and they had no security or status at all.
When the little Loli came back last time, she directly admitted this when faced with her own questioning.
At the same time, she casually painted a big pie for herself and didn't care whether she was willing to eat it or not.
The reason is that what I lack is this certificate!
With this certificate in hand, you are no longer an illegal resident.
The most important thing is that this certificate means that one has obtained the so-called "attendance" sheet, which, like the establishment and development of the ancient imperial examination system, has opened up channels for mobility from the bottom to the top.
During the past few months of opening the bookstore, Zhou Ze lived a very lazy life. It was not because of his nature, but because of his previous embarrassing identity, for him, the more he did, the more mistakes he would make, and if he did nothing, it would not be a big deal.
It is similar to the mentality of those state-owned loss-making enterprises a dozen or twenty years ago.
Now, I can at least set a small goal for myself.
One hundred million is enough.
But there is hope that I can raise my level through my own efforts.
Similar to Madam Bai, a female ghost who has protected the people of her hometown for two hundred years in the human world, she can accumulate merits and return to hell to seek a new life. In fact, Zhou Ze's start was much better than Madam Bai's.
However, what made Zhou Ze uncomfortable was why his current position was still just a "temporary ghost messenger"
Zhou Ze knew that this was definitely not a favor from God because he was "diligent", "diligent in the king's affairs", "devoted himself to the country", and "dying to do his best".
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A certificate was sent to me.
Zhou Ze also knew that with his previous work attitude of working for three days and resting for two days, he would drink tea and read novels in the bookstore every day and sleep with Bai Yingying in his arms at night.
It was already very lenient of God that he didn't send down a bolt of lightning to smash me, a demon, into pieces. How could he possibly reward me at this time
This is someone else's underworld ID.
But I happened to pick it up.
No, to be exact, it was picked up by Zheng Pingping. However, Zheng Pingping is a living person, an ordinary person. She has no way to control this thing. Instead, she was affected by it and her mind was messed up by it.
The shock of her mother's death caused Zheng Pingping's behavior to become abnormal.
She had lost track of who she was, because this booklet contained the verdicts of countless deceased people, which was like allowing you to read the lives of thousands of people at once.
Zhuangzi was lost in a dream of butterflies in the morning, or he went to the village and seemed like a man who had lost himself in chess. These basically describe this situation.
You have lost yourself and ignored all the changes around you. You were originally a grain of sand, but a big river washed you away. Let alone others, can you even find where you are
However, now that I have "stole" this thing, it should also mean that Zheng Pingping's connection with this certificate has been severed, and her mental illness should be able to recover quickly.
However, the key point is that Zhou Ze does not think that the previous owner of this thing was also a "temporary ghost messenger".
The performance report of a temporary ghost errand is so exaggerated
So are all the people in hell model workers and pioneers of the times
Are they all workaholics
Looking at the lazy look of the little Lolita, she is actually similar to herself, otherwise she wouldn't have left the performance to herself and gone out to earn extra money.
After a closer look, Zhou Ze discovered that there was a faint layer of white spots on the original positions of his name and the temporary ghost messenger, a bit like they had been smeared with correction fluid.
Zhou Ze reached out and rubbed it, and even scraped it with his fingernails, but nothing came off, and the white spots were still there.
This made Zhou Ze a little obsessive-compulsive. The truth was beneath the white spots.
Originally, the information of the original owner of the certificate should have been written here, but the original owner may have died, and I inherited the certificate, and the official position and other information on the certificate have been "refreshed" as a result.
Zhou Ze even thought about asking Bai Yingying to try Tide detergent after returning to the bookstore to see if it could be rubbed off.
The booklet had several pages. When Zhou Ze turned to the second page, he saw a simple line of words:
"Eight Percent"
"Is this the experience bar?" Zhou Ze subconsciously reached out and touched his nose.
In fact, the expression of "fractions" has already existed in ancient China. Of course, it was not expressed in the form of Arabic numerals with a horizontal line added to the numerator and denominator as people use now, but was described directly in this way.
In the "Records of the Grand Historian: Book of Celestial Officials", there is a way of writing "… two thirds… nine eighths…" "Two thirds" means "two thirds" and "nine eighths" means "eight ninths".
The 8% here means 8 percent.
Zhou Ze shook his head, feeling a little ashamed. Previously, he thought that the little girl's anger at his laziness and passiveness was not a big deal and that she was making a big deal out of nothing.
But now it seems that in the past two months, I have only completed 8% of the temporary ghost mission.
Lazy enough indeed.
At the same time, Zhou Ze was thinking in his heart, does this mean that if he completes the other 92%, making it 100%, his identity as a "temporary ghost messenger" can be converted to a regular one
From a contract worker to a regular employee
Zhou Ze didn't think much of this before. In his previous life, he even looked down on those who were bent on getting into the system. Some of his classmates spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on the system and finally got in. They then earned two to three thousand yuan a month, but still felt superior to others and believed that other classmates who were still working hard outside or struggling in Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou were just working.
But now, Zhou Ze has a deep sense of urgency to remove the word "temporary" and enter the Hell system!
This means a sense of security, which means that you can sleep soundly tonight without worrying about not seeing the sun tomorrow.
Perhaps, my former classmates who were like this also did so for this sense of security. After all, among the 360 professions, nothing is more stable than a stable job.
Zhou Ze wanted to turn to the next page, but found that the following sheets of paper were stuck together and could not be separated no matter how hard he tried.
perhaps,
Is it because of my current level that I am not qualified to view the information on the next few pages
After putting away his ID, Zhou Ze stretched lazily.
Wang Ke was still in the next bedroom. Zheng Pingping had woken up and slowly regained consciousness. Wang Ke was very excited. As a senior psychologist, he could keenly perceive that Zheng Pingping's condition was improving rapidly!
He didn't know what caused it, but he was subconsciously trying to "look like he was trying hard."
Zhou Ze walked out of the studio and lit another cigarette, thinking about how to work hard when he returned to the bookstore. If he had nothing to do, he would put some incense and candles and some cold food at the door of the bookstore to attract some ghosts to come in.
When the time comes, no matter what happens, you will all be sent to hell and reincarnate.
For example, the last time Zhou Ze met the mother who wanted to accompany her son to hell after the college entrance examination, it would be impossible for her to just wave goodbye and let her leave next time.
You can say this is a bit inhumane, but the original accumulation of capital is bloody.
In order to get regularized as soon as possible,
Zhou Ze will really do whatever he wants.
At this moment, Zhou Ze saw Wang Ke's wife and the young housekeeper standing at the stairs, seemingly talking about something. Zhou Ze didn't get too close, but he caught the words "when are you going to get your hair done?" in his ears.
And to be honest, looking at Wang Ke's wife's slightly shy and calm expression at this moment, everything is self-evident.
Modern butlers are different from those in the past. This is a new profession with a high income. Generally, only high-end residential areas like this one have modern butlers. They are considered high-level service personnel, and their status is no less than that of "stewardess" in people's eyes more than ten years ago.
Of course Zhou Ze would not run over and yell, denouncing the "adulterer and his wife". Wang Ke probably guessed something, but since he, the person involved, deliberately did not expose it, there was no reason for Zhou Ze, an outsider, to help.
But as a childhood friend, Zhou Ze would of course feel uncomfortable knowing that Wang Ke was cheated on.
Mr. Zheng was standing on the balcony smoking a cigar, his expression slightly relaxed because Wang Ke had just told him that his daughter's condition had improved greatly.
"Where is Mr. Xu employed?" Only then did Mr. Zheng feel like chatting with Zhou Ze.
"Open a study."
Zhou Ze replied.
There's no way. When facing such a wealthy businessman, you can only pretend to be elegant.
"Oh, very good, very good. I will visit you when I have the chance." Mr. Zheng said politely.
Zhou Ze then asked, "Miss Zheng, did you just have incontinence? Although I am not very talented, I know some prescriptions for regulating the mind and body and strengthening the body's foundation."
Mr. Zheng's face suddenly darkened when he heard this. He was a wealthy businessman, so of course he would have no shortage of good Chinese medicine practitioners. What made him angry was that Zhou Ze actually said in front of him that his daughter was incontinent!
It was just urinary incontinence once.
And no shit!
"Thank you for your kindness, sir. I am just a little tired mentally, and there is nothing wrong with my body."
It is a good idea to not hit someone who smiles at you. Zhou Ze said he wanted to offer a prescription to help, so Mr. Zheng naturally could not get angry with Zhou Ze.
Zhou Ze showed obvious surprise on his face and said:
"No? But the housekeeper just told someone about this, saying that the young lady's crotch was full of..."
Speaking of which,
Zhou Ze realized that it seemed inappropriate to say this, so he laughed and said:
"Miss, I'm glad you're okay. I'm glad you're okay."