A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

The live stream ended after two hours.

It's not that these two streamers couldn't hold on anymore, just kidding. One is a cat demon and the other is a panda spirit; their stomachs seem to be connected to another dimension.

The mountain of goods on the table has been completely cleared out.

In front of a tabby cat, it will lick even the small porcelain bowl containing canned food until it's so clean you can see your reflection in it, let alone fish scraps.

Panda's side was even more thorough; the bamboo shoot peels were neatly piled up on the corner of the table, and the basins of milk were spotless, without a single milk stain.

The two were sprawled on the specially widened chairs, one rubbing its round little belly with its paws, and the other humming with its round belly sticking out, both with identical, almost dreamlike satisfaction on their faces.

Then, Wang Dazhuang shoved the backend data right in front of them.

The tabby cat's vertical pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints.

Panda had just let out a burp with the fresh scent of bamboo leaves when he was startled and forced to swallow it back, turning it into a short gasp.

"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands..."

Panda's paws trembled, and his small eyes, framed by dark circles, struggled to focus as he counted the zeros at the end of the string of numbers. By the end, his bear face had turned white.

"W-w-w-w-this...is this a tip? Two hours? How many bamboo shoots, no, how many acres of bamboo shoots can that get?"

The tabby cat didn't speak, but the tip of its tail trembled as if it had been electrocuted, and the two heavy "belongings" under its buttocks also trembled slightly.

It raised its paw, hesitated, as if it wanted to slap itself hard on the face to see if it was dreaming.

"Snapped!"

It was quite loud.

"Meow—! That hurts!"

The tabby cat covered its cheek, tears welling up in its eyes, but its eyes shone with an unnerving light. "It's not a dream! It really isn't a dream!"

Panda followed suit, gently slapping her cheek with her bear paw, then covering her face. Tears quickly welled up in her dark circles, her voice trembling with sobs, yet she was smiling:

"It's true! We're rich! We're rich! We can drink milk by the vat!"

These two unfortunate brothers hugged each other, laughing and crying, just like Fan Jin after passing the imperial examination.

"Alright, alright, look at how pathetic you all are, is it really that serious?"

Ji Zuodao stood with his hands behind his back, leaning against the door frame, a toothpick he'd somehow gotten into dangling from the corner of his mouth, a half-smile on his face.

"Absolutely! Absolutely absolutely, brother!"

The tabby cat wiped its face and darted over, trying to hug Ji Zuodao's leg, but Ji Zuodao disdainfully pushed it away by pressing its forehead with its toe.

Panda wanted to pounce, but seeing Ji Zuodao's ambiguous smile, she didn't dare and could only hug the chair leg and sob.

"Ever since I was kicked out of the playground, I haven't eaten this full. I never thought I'd actually make any money back..."

Just then, Wang Dazhuang came over with a few sheets of paper. His expression was complicated, as if he had breathed a sigh of relief, or as if he had a toothache.

"Here you are, gentlemen, your letters of intent for employment. Take a look, if there are no problems, just sign them, or leave your paw prints. We, the Demon Management Department, have taken care of your employment issues."

The air fell silent for a moment.

The ecstatic, dizzy expressions on the faces of the tabby cat and Panda slowly subsided.

The two demons exchanged a glance.

Yes, they are greedy and lazy. Besides eating and causing trouble, they have no social skills whatsoever, and their diplomas are just for show.

But there's one thing they know perfectly well.

Where did this scene and this overwhelming wealth come from?

It was Ji Zuodao who came up with the idea of ​​mukbang on a whim, and it was the 749 Bureau that specially approved the funding, equipment, and live streaming room.

Even that initial "small wave" of traffic was generated by Wang Dazhuang using his connections.

What are the two of them?

They're just two useless little idiots sitting there, stuffing themselves with food and making cute faces.

Operations? Planning? Fan maintenance? Traffic monetization? Follow-up management? They know nothing!

Moreover, to be honest, what do those two monsters need so much human money for?

The tabby cat just wants a warm nest, plenty of canned food every day, and the occasional opportunity to bask in the sun and lick its fur.

Panda's situation is simpler. He just wants a stable job, preferably with plenty of milk every day, a constant supply of bamboo shoots, and shelter from the rain, so he doesn't have to rummage through trash cans looking for brushes to rob people anymore.

No matter how many zeros follow the donation amount, to them, it's not as valuable as a hearty meal or a good night's sleep.

This money is too hot to handle, and you can't hold onto it.

Having figured this out, the tabby cat took a deep breath, broke free from Panda's bear hug, walked to Ji Zuodao, and instead of pouncing, sat down properly, and then—

He bowed deeply.

"Big brother!"

The tabby cat's voice wasn't loud, but it was very serious, with a hint of recklessness.

"We know our own limitations. Today's situation is entirely thanks to your support and the backing of Bureau 749. We feel guilty taking this money."

"Here's the deal: this business, this place, it's all yours and the bureau's. From now on, all income, after deducting our meager costs for cat food and bamboo shoots, will go 90% to the bureau, and the remaining 10% will be enough for the two of us to keep for our own spending!"

Panda, standing beside him, nodded his large head vigorously, echoing in a muffled voice, "Me too!"

The tabby cat continued to express its stance, trying its best to make a sincere expression on its face:

"We're not asking for any official positions; that's too much of a burden. Just being a mascot or a temporary worker in our 749th Bureau is fine with us! As long as we get food!"

"From now on, if you point east, we'll never look west! If you say we're slacking off, we'll never go catching chickens! Even if you make us squat on the roof barking like dogs to guard the bureau's gate, we'll accept it!"

Panda quickly followed, raising his bear paw and swearing, "Me too! I can imitate a bear's roar! I'll do it perfectly!"

This sudden turn of events left Ji Zuodao completely bewildered. He clicked his tongue, moved the toothpick from the left corner of his mouth to the right, and scratched his head.

"Don't be like that. What's the use of pledging your loyalty to me? I was just passing by to watch the fun and casually offered some advice. I'm not the official head of the Demon Management Department. Staffing, funding, mascot staffing... I don't have the final say on those things."

He pointed to Wang Dazhuang beside him:

"The one in charge is over there! The Demon Management Section! Officer Wang Dazhuang!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Dazhuang immediately took half a step back, raised his hands, and shook his head vigorously like a rattle drum.

"Don't look at me! Let me make this clear beforehand! Strictly speaking, I'm just a temporary replacement, not the actual head of the Demon Management Department! I can help you submit this, but whether it's approved, and who approves it, isn't up to me!"

Cihuamao: "..."

Panda: "..."

The sincerity and determination on the faces of the two demons froze instantly, then slowly cracked, turning into a blank and dazed expression.

They looked at Ji Zuodao, then at Wang Dazhuang.

So all that worshipping at the mountain stronghold turned out to be a temporary post that wasn't responsible for recruiting people?

To whom are we showing our loyalty?

An eerie silence fell over the office. Only the tabby cat and Panda remained, staring at each other, the bear's face bewildered, the cat's face blank.

Who will I be able to rely on from now on?

Looking at the two demons' bewildered expressions under the tree, Ji Zuodao stroked his chin, his small eyes flashing with that familiar, wicked, and smoky light.

He glanced at the lifeless Wang Dazhuang, then at the two anxious demons, and suddenly grinned:

"If you ask me..."

"Bureau 749 is probably going to take you two as their mascots. Only a fool would turn down such easy profits and traffic."

"As for this Demon Management Department..."

"There's really no one managing things here. It's quite quiet, and the food is pretty good."

"or……"

"Can I request to be transferred here for a couple of days?"