God-level Ferryman: Starting reward is the Ten Kings of Hell

Chapter 61 The Shady Tactics of Western Hell: Online Livestream of Stomping Noobs

Yang Jian's smile froze.

One hundred million merit points?

He rubbed his hands together, looking a little embarrassed. "Dean Chu, you see, we're all contributing to the Three Realms. Talking about money, isn't that a bit hurtful?"

"Even between brothers, accounts should be settled clearly." Chu Jiang toyed with the milk tea cup in his hand. "My business division in the mortal realm has just opened, and I'm penniless. Money is needed everywhere."

He pointed to the ceiling. "Look, the light bulb is broken and we don't even have the money to fix it."

Yang Jian looked in the direction he was pointing. The milk tea shop was brightly lit and perfectly fine.

"Besides," Chu Jiang added slowly, "if my project succeeds, it will improve the quality of souls in the mortal realm, benefit the KPIs of the entire underworld, and indirectly enhance the reputation of the Heavenly Court."

"Is 100 million a lot of startup capital for such a large project?"

Yang Jian was speechless.

He pondered for a long time and felt that the logic seemed to be correct, but something still felt off.

"Dean Chu, how about this?" Yang Jian's eyes darted around, and he changed his approach. "I don't want shares; I'll contribute my technology as equity."

"I, the God of Justice, will personally be your project consultant. From now on, if you encounter any foolish cultivators in the mortal realm, I'll take care of them for you. How about it?"

Chu Jiang glanced at him. "Sure."

"Really?" Yang Jian was overjoyed.

"However, consultants also need to be evaluated based on KPIs." Chu Jiang pulled out a newly printed document from under the bar and pushed it over. "This is the 'Performance Evaluation Standards for Senior Consultants of the Yangjian Business Unit V1.0'."

"Each month must be used to independently handle at least three Class A violations, develop no fewer than ten downline members, and maintain a customer satisfaction rate of no less than 95%."

"Those who fail to meet the year-end performance evaluation will have their annual bonus deducted and will be required to give a public performance review on the 'Three Paths Fast Crossing' APP and be subject to questioning from all the ghost citizens."

Yang Jian stared at the densely packed document, especially the words "developing downlines," and his temples throbbed.

He felt like he wasn't talking to the dean of the underworld about a collaboration, but rather like he was being pulled into some kind of pyramid scheme.

"Um... I suddenly remembered that the Jade Emperor asked me to go to the North Sea to inspect the environment. I'll be going now." Yang Jian grabbed the three-pointed double-edged sword on the table, got up and walked out.

As he reached the door, he turned back and lowered his voice. "Dean Chu, we can discuss the project later. Put this 'Ex-Wife's Tears' on my tab."

After saying that, a flash of golden light appeared, and the figure disappeared without a trace.

"They run pretty fast," Chu Jiang muttered.

Only then did he turn his gaze to Qi Hong, who was kneeling on the ground and had almost become a background figure.

Qi Hong was sweating profusely and didn't even dare to lift his head.

"Director Qi, right?" Chu Jiang's voice rang out.

"I am here, I am here." Qi Hong kowtowed repeatedly.

"Your Immortal Cultivation Association is quite a large enterprise in the mortal realm," Chu Jiang said slowly. "From now on, I'll have to rely on your support for my office."

Qi Hong dared not respond, and could only kowtow repeatedly. "I dare not, I dare not, it was I who was blind and did not recognize your greatness, and offended the Dean."

"Alright, stop banging your head. The floor tiles are quite expensive." Chu Jiang waved his hand. "How about this, for the sake of True Lord, I won't make things difficult for you."

"Your Immortal Cultivation Association, do me a favor."

Qi Hong quickly looked up. "Dean, please speak! I would gladly face any danger, even going through fire and water!"

Chu Jiang pointed to the shop entrance. "My 'Three Paths Inn' has just opened, and we need a few greeters."

"I see that the fellow Daoists in your association all have an air of otherworldly elegance, which makes them very suitable for this position."

"Starting tomorrow, your Jiangdong branch will send two of your most handsome disciples each day, dressed in your association's most beautiful Taoist robes, to stand guard at the entrance."

"The job is very simple: when you see a customer, just say, 'Welcome to the Underworld's Office in the Mortal Realm.' Lunch is provided, and milk tea is unlimited."

Qi Hong's face instantly turned ashen.

Having elite disciples of the Immortal Cultivation Association work as doormen at a milk tea shop? If word gets out, their Jiangdong branch will lose all face.

But he dared not refuse.

"Yes...yes, I obey." Qi Hong squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.

"Go ahead," Chu Jiang waved his hand, as if shooing away a fly.

Qi Hong felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and he scrambled away with his terrified fellow disciples, fleeing the milk tea shop.

Lin Fan, watching this surreal scene unfold, finally couldn't help but speak up. "Chu Jiang, you told them to come as greeters, will they really come?"

"Yes, it will," Chu Jiang said confidently.

Why?

"Because they're afraid of dying," Chu Jiang replied calmly. "Besides, compared to losing their lives completely, losing face temporarily is a worthwhile trade."

Lin Fan nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Just then, the door of the milk tea shop was pushed open again.

The person who came in this time was a blond, blue-eyed foreigner wearing an elegant red robe.

He looked quite old, but his skin was well-maintained, and he wore a professional, gentle smile while holding a thick Bible in his hands.

Behind him followed several bodyguards dressed in black suits and sunglasses, exuding an imposing aura.

"Excuse me, who is the owner of this shop?" the cardinal asked in perfect Mandarin.

Chu Jiang raised his eyelids slightly. "Yes, that's me. What's up?"

"Praise be to God." The cardinal made the sign of the cross. "I am Cardinal Peter from the Vatican."

"I have heard that this place is shrouded by an evil force from the East, so I have come here to dispel the darkness and spread the glory of the Lord."

When he spoke, he emitted a soft white light that made people feel warm and peaceful.

Several customers drinking milk tea in the shop even showed a somewhat devout expression.

Lin Fan felt much more relaxed and developed a slight liking for the bishop.

Chu Jiang frowned.

"V, block the signal," he said to the air.

The next second, the white light on the bishop's body flickered twice, and then went out with a "poof".

Like a light bulb whose power cord has been unplugged.

Bishop Peter's smile froze.

He felt as if his connection with the Lord had been severed by a firewall, and no matter how much he prayed, there was no response.

"What...what did you do?" Bishop Pete's Chinese was starting to falter.

"It's nothing, I just turned on GG blocking." Chu Jiang waved the Soul-Nourishing Wood phone in his hand. "What you just said is defined as spam in our Underworld system and was automatically blocked."

He pointed to the sign at the entrance. "This is the Underworld Office, an official agency that prohibits all forms of illegal proselytizing."

"Nonsense! I sensed a strong demonic aura here!" Bishop Pete was embarrassed and angry after being publicly humiliated.

He suddenly raised the Bible in his hand, and a blinding white light burst forth from it.

"My Lord said, 'Let there be light!'"

"Light my foot!" Chu Jiang interrupted him impatiently. "Why turn on the lights in broad daylight? It's not environmentally friendly."

"You people who practice magic just like to do all this fancy stuff."

He waved to V behind him. "V, give him a job."

"Let him see what a real demon is like."

V nodded excitedly, his fingers flying across the tablet.

At almost the same time, in New York, on the other side of the world.

In Times Square, the largest LED screen was originally playing the latest perfume advertisement.

The screen suddenly went black.

The next second, a high-definition live stream with a real-time watermark replaced GG.

The scene depicts a gloomy, damp space filled with pipes and sewage.

A gigantic monster with nine heads and a size comparable to a truck was wearing a blue sanitation worker's uniform and plastic gloves, holding a toilet brush and scrubbing an enormous squat toilet.

Each of its nine heads wears a small red hat with the words "Labor is the most glorious" printed on it.

"Come on, Ash! Look at you, you've spilled toilet cleaner outside again!" A voice-over with electronic music rang out.

Upon hearing the sound, the nine-headed hydra monster named Ash trembled simultaneously and moved even more vigorously.

As it brushed, its nine mouths sang a strange song in broken Chinese.

"I love the underworld, the underworld loves me, I'll clean the toilets in the underworld..."

The song resounded throughout Times Square via the giant screen.

Everyone stopped in their tracks and looked up at this bizarre sight.

The scene I was looking at made me think it was some kind of performance art piece by a film company.

At the bottom of the screen, a huge line of Chinese and English subtitles scrolls slowly.

[The Avici Hell Labor Reform Center reminds you: Cherish life and abide by the law. Otherwise, his today could be your tomorrow.]

Inside the bubble tea shop, Bishop Pete stared wide-eyed at the live stream on his V tablet.

"Ah...Asura Hydra?" he exclaimed in surprise.

That's the infamous Hydra leader from the Western Hell, whose power is comparable to that of a great demon.

How could I be cleaning toilets here?

"Oh, you know him?" Chu Jiang leaned closer for a look. "He's an outstanding foreign employee our company brought in last month, and he's currently undergoing pre-job training on the front lines."

"If you perform well, you can be named one of the 'Top Ten Outstanding Cleaners of the Underworld' at the end of the year."

Bishop Peter felt his worldview completely collapse at that moment.

"Heretics! You are blasphemous heretics!" He finally snapped out of his shock, raised the Bible, and roared like a madman.

"I will purify you on behalf of my Lord!"

A holy light ten times stronger than before erupted from his body, transforming into a giant sword burning with white flames, which slashed down at Chu Jiang.

Lin Fan screamed in fright and closed his eyes.

Chu Jiang sighed.

"I've said it so many times, we need to follow the procedures."

He slowly dragged out a large, black, menacing-looking machine gun-like object from under the bar.

He placed that thing on the bar counter, and the barrel, formed from countless golden rays of merit, was aimed at Bishop Pete.

"Master." Chu Jiang tilted his head and gave a kind smile.

"Do you want to ascend to heaven physically, or do you want to go through my appointment process?"