Chapter 547: The Chosen Worker

“I—I want to go too.”

Liu Yanyan’s eyes darted away, but she still stammered out her words.

“You? Don’t forget your current status—you’re under labor reform.”

“Without the company’s approval, you can’t go anywhere!”

Xu Si bluntly rejected Liu Yanyan.

“I—I…”

Liu Yanyan’s eyes instantly turned red, tears welling up like tiny pearls.

She helplessly turned to look at Zhang Jie.

Although Zhang Jie had previously teamed up with Zhang Chulan to intimidate her,

she regained her composure and realized Zhang Jie was actually a cold exterior, warm-hearted person.

Unaware he’d been handed a “good person card,” Zhang Jie stared straight ahead, ignoring her pleading gaze.

Punishment must look like punishment—if you could go anywhere you wanted, what kind of punishment would that be?

“Come with me. I’ll take you to process your employment.”

With that, Xu Si walked out of the office without looking back.

“Oh.”

Liu Yanyan trudged after him, head hung low.

“Jiege, I wonder how they’ll carry out Liu Yanyan’s labor reform?”

Zhang Chulan sidled up to Zhang Jie and asked in a low voice.

To be honest, he was very curious about the company’s methods.

Zhang Jie glanced at him: “What’s the company’s actual job?”

Zhang Chulan scratched his head in confusion, unsure why Zhang Jie would ask such a question every immortal knew:

“Isn’t it maintaining balance between immortals and ordinary people?”

“That’s the company’s mission, not its actual job. What kind of company is Naidu Tong?”

“Oh…”

Zhang Chulan finally caught on: “So Liu Yanyan’s going to deliver packages?”

Naidu Tong’s mission of balancing the immortal world must remain hidden—at least from the public eye;

so on the surface, it’s just a private enterprise, albeit a large one.

Naturally, its actual job is none other than package delivery.

“But sending Liu Yanyan to deliver packages—doesn’t that mismatch her skills?”

Her ability is corpse manipulation—controlling dead bodies. If citizens recognize her, won’t they be terrified?

“Are you planning to make Liu Yanyan abandon her ability and just deliver packages?”

Zhang Chulan ventured a guess, uncertain.

If she abandoned her ability and worked physically, it would indeed serve as effective labor reform,

since delivery workers endure wind, rain, sun, and extreme hardship every day.

Zhang Jie gave Zhang Chulan a look as if he were an idiot:

“A delivery company doesn’t only have delivery jobs.”

“Not just delivery…”

Zhang Chulan didn’t mind Zhang Jie’s look, carefully considering the delivery company’s workflow,

listing possible positions, and soon his eyes lit up with realization:

“So you mean Liu Yanyan will work in package sorting?”

A delivery company’s operations are complex, but can be divided into three main parts:

upstream transportation, middle-stage sorting,

and finally, the most familiar part: door-to-door delivery or drop-off at stations.

Since delivery requires interaction with ordinary people, and transportation relies on cars, trains,

even airplanes, none suit Liu Yanyan’s ability,

so the only suitable position for her is the middle, enclosed stage: package sorting.

“Precisely.”

Zhang Jie gave a slight nod.

This kid Zhang Chulan was young and inexperienced, but his mind was sharp—he grasped things instantly.

Package sorting is famously called “the job that even Ultraman must light up.”

In internet slang, at midnight in a sorting center,

you’ll find students working part-time, gamblers betting everything,

bankrupt bosses, workers and farmers supporting families—but no cowards.

They promised 180 yuan a day, easy work, small packages. Then one night, someone bought a tractor online,

and I unloaded nineteen air conditioners, seven refrigerators; Mr. Wang from Hebei’s tricycle—I’ll never forget it.

In the early night, I was proud handling Yiwu small parcels; by late night, marble slabs nearly killed me,

I’d planned to earn money for my girlfriend’s gift, but after one day, I realized I didn’t love her that much.

Famous hell joke: a forklift arrived at the sorting center,

I thought it was here to help—then realized I was the forklift…

Women treated like men, men treated like forklifts, forklifts hidden away and forbidden,

or even, forklifts themselves are just packages to be sorted…

Liu Yanyan’s corpse manipulation can control dozens or even hundreds of corpses with a single person’s effort,

making her the perfect, heaven-chosen sorting worker—a single person equivalent to dozens,

tireless, needing only periodic replenishment of Qi.

No need to worry the corpses can’t handle sorting work—

they’ve already participated in immortal battles; lifting and dumping packages is child’s play.

Under Liu Yanyan’s precise control, even delicate tasks like scanning barcodes should be manageable,

though she’d need to expend more energy to control them.

‘Hmm, now that I think about it, Liu Yanyan—or the Liu family’s corpse manipulation—is basically nuclear-powered oxen!’

Zhang Ji couldn’t help but sigh; immortal abilities aren’t solely for fighting and killing,

when applied to production and daily life, they can be remarkably useful.

Take Xia He’s ability, which manipulates lust—reviled by immortals as venomous snakes and scorpions—

if controlled properly, it’s pure blessing for men!

A tiny blue pill can’t compare to even a fraction of its power.

“Cough. Come on, I’ll take you to the secluded training site Four Brother provided.”

Zhang Jie coughed strategically, pulling his wandering thoughts back, and set off with Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao.

…

Borrowing a company’s three-wheeled delivery van, Zhang Jie drove himself.

“Jiege, this is our training place?”

Zhang Chulan stared at the building, disbelieving.

The location being remote was understandable—some immortal abilities create too much disturbance,

unsuitable for dense urban areas.

But this “villa” was practically abandoned!

The windows and peeling walls on the roof looked ready to collapse at the slightest breeze; Zhang Chulan’s face twitched.

Even a Syria-war-damaged building looked better than this…

“The company has better places, but they’re expensive. Want to pay for it, Chulan?”

Zhang Jie gave Zhang Chulan a sidelong glance.

“N-No, never mind. This place is fine.”

Zhang Chulan forced a nervous laugh, instinctively patting his empty wallet.

Before his grandfather Zhang Xilin died and his father Zhang Yude vanished,

his life was decent—he’d never frozen or starved,

but due to his grandfather’s teachings to hide his identity, the Zhang family had no savings.

After his grandfather’s death and father’s disappearance, he inherited nothing.

For years, his studies and living expenses relied partly on scholarships and part-time income—he was financially strained.

Renting a factory space would drain his already empty wallet completely.

Thinking this over, Zhang Chulan found the Syria-war-damaged building less offensive than before.

Thinking this over, Zhang Chulan found the Syrian-war-damaged-style building before him no longer so unpleasant to look at.