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

If we were to say who was the happiest when Ji Zuodao became the head of the Demon Management Department, it would be...

Hey, it really wasn't Ji Zuodao himself.

It's Wang Dazhuang, Officer Wang.

This gentleman was truly moved to tears, his hands trembling as he gripped the handover form.

My heart was filled with a mix of emotions; I was almost ready to belt out a song of liberation.

Heaven have mercy! Finally! Finally, a sucker has arrived... no, a brilliant and powerful new section chief!

Wang Dazhuang, he can finally be transferred back from this Demon Management Department!

This is a long story. Wang Dazhuang was originally an ordinary staff member in the logistics department, nicknamed "749 Shopkeeper".

Why? From document circulation and consumable requisition at the bureau level to whether a light bulb is out of order or a water pipe is clogged in an office, you can always find the right person to contact him.

I know the people, the roads, and the rules very well; my job is all about being quick-witted, efficient, and providing excellent service.

They were living a pretty comfortable life.

And what happened? The section chief surnamed Wei, who was in charge of the Demon Management Section, stirred up trouble and left behind a mess that couldn't be worse.

At the time, the bureau was having a headache over this matter. The head of the logistics department, Mr. Zhou Jianguo, made a decision and pointed at Wang Dazhuang: "Dazhuang, you're quick-witted. Go and hold the fort for three days and stabilize the situation."

Wang Dazhuang's heart skipped a beat, but what could he do when the leader had spoken? He had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

He thought to himself, three days, just three days, I'll grit my teeth and get through it.

But who could have predicted that these "three days" would be a bottomless pit!

Three days later, then another three days, then another three days.

After all the back and forth, those in the Demon Management Department who could be transferred were transferred, and those who could take sick leave took sick leave. In the end, only Wang Dazhuang was left, the sole survivor, stuck here.

On the one hand, he couldn't escape; one thing after another came up, and he couldn't get away at all.

On the other hand...

Well, Director Zhang Yucheng personally spoke with him, and his message was essentially the same: "Young man, do a good job, stabilize this situation, and clean it up properly. You'll have a good chance of being nominated as the deputy head of the logistics department in the future."

If this were said elsewhere, the leader might just be making empty promises, all talk and no action.

But this is Jinghai 749, and the one speaking is Zhang Yucheng.

If Director Zhang spits, it's a done deal; if he nods, it's basically set in stone, not even Jesus could budge it.

Everyone in the company knows that Director Zhang doesn't make promises lightly, but if he does, he will definitely keep them.

For the sake of this "deputy section chief" position, Wang Dazhuang practically left his hundred-odd pounds of food at the Demon Management Section.

But what kind of life has he been living these past few months!

The strange and varied things that monsters do are truly bizarre and outrageous!

One cultivator went astray and revealed his true form in the middle of the night, scaring all the pet dogs in the neighborhood so much they wet themselves.

Some of them had lived in human society for too long, became addicted to online games, and were caught stealing electricity and internet cables by the public.

Two monsters were fighting over territory—basically, the ownership of trash cans on a food street—and it almost attracted a crowd of onlookers…

Not to mention the daily tasks of obtaining certificates, annual inspections, and mediating disputes.

Wang Dazhuang, a promising young man with a background in logistics, was forced to study the "Basic Law of Monsters" and the "Provisional Regulations on Harmonious Coexistence among Different Races" every day.

My hair was falling out in clumps, and my hairline was receding at a visible rate.

He finally understood his own abilities as a waiter: he was good at serving people, but serving these tyrants? He was almost out of his depth!

Now everything is alright! After hardship comes happiness! The clouds have parted and the sun is shining!

Ji Zuodao, Daoist Master! He actually took on this hot potato... no, this glorious and arduous responsibility of the Demon Management Department!

Wang Dazhuang's gratitude was like a surging river.

He practically fawned over them, and at top speed, he gathered up all the resources the Demon Management Department had—

Actually, it wasn't much. Just a few stacks of dusty files, some outdated forms, and a bunch of keys, all of which were shoved into Ji Zuodao's hands.

The procedures were completed so efficiently, as if they were afraid Ji Zuodao would change his mind.

However, just before leaving, Wang Dazhuang stopped, turned around, and the elation on his face subsided, replaced by the seriousness of someone with experience. He lowered his voice and said:

"Master Dao, the case file is pretty much all about Corey's little mess, you can take your time reading it. But there's something I need to remind you of."

Upon hearing this, Ji Zuodao looked up and said, "Oh, Brother Wang, you're right. I'm new here and need your guidance."

"It's not really about giving guidance."

Wang Dazhuang waved his hand, his voice even lower, "Be careful of those bastards from the Monster Protection Association, they always pick on our Monster Management Section."

"The Monster Protection Association?" Ji Zuodao raised an eyebrow. "That sounds pretty righteous, doesn't it?"

"The right path my ass!"

Wang Dazhuang spat, looking utterly disgusted.

"It's just a spoiled organization made up of second- and third-generation demons in Jinghai. They claim to protect the rights of demons, but in reality, they do nothing but nitpick and find fault to show off their abilities."

"Those monsters inside are all extremely dangerous. The key is that they have powerful backers and deep backgrounds. If you make a move, it will have far-reaching consequences. It's very troublesome."

Ji Zuodao became interested: "So arrogant? The bureau doesn't care?"

"Manage? Of course we're managing!"

Wang Dazhuang sighed.

"A few years ago, they were acting very arrogantly, but Director Zhang seized the opportunity and personally took action, grabbing the ringleaders and their parents and giving them a good lesson. They were in a terrible state, and they quieted down for quite a while."

"But then, that bastard surnamed Wei took over. He was obsequious to outsiders but ruthless to his own people, and he was very powerful. Unfortunately, during that time, Director Zhang and his team got stuck."

"Now look what's happened. Those second-generation devils think they're all that, and they've started acting up again, causing trouble in all sorts of ways, which has caused 749 a lot of trouble."

"Although Director Zhang is back now, they won't dare to be too blatant, but they'll definitely still pull some dirty tricks behind the scenes. With you in office, they might just come to test your mettle."

As Ji Zuodao listened, that wicked smile reappeared on his lips:

"A second-generation demon? Testing my mettle? Fine, I've been looking for some fun."

"As long as you understand, that's fine!"

Seeing Ji Zuodao's reaction, Wang Dazhuang felt a little more at ease, but before leaving, he couldn't help but add another sentence, his tone extremely sincere:

"Master Dao, there's one more thing I need to say, brother. Please don't think I'm being long-winded."

"Use those eighty positions sparingly. Don't be like that bastard surnamed Wei, who sold all the positions to his cronies for some personal gain, and ended up with a bunch of good-for-nothings who can only eat and not do any work."

"Our Demon Management Department may look pathetic right now, but if we can really stand up for ourselves, it will be a truly powerful department! We still need some capable people under us!"

Upon hearing this, Ji Zuodao was displeased and glared at him:

"Hey! Wang Dazhuang! What do you mean by that? Who are you trying to insult?"

"When did my reputation become so bad? Huh? Am I the kind of fool who sells official positions and drains the pond to catch all the fish?"

"You really look down on my foresight that much?"

Wang Dazhuang shrank back, chuckling awkwardly, "No, no, you're brilliant, Daoist Master! Well... I'll be going now!"

After saying that, he disappeared in a flash.

The office fell silent again.

All that remained were the tabby cat's soft purring and Panda's crunching sounds as she munched on bamboo shoots.

Ji Zuodao stayed on with those two, because if managed well, they could really make money.

Ji Zuodao leaned back, put his feet on the table, and fiddled with the cold, hard seal of the head of the Demon Management Department in his hand.

Look at this empty, dilapidated office, and then look at those two carefree mascots in the corner.

He touched his chin, his small eyes sparkling.

Eighty staff positions...

The second-generation demon of the Demon Protection Association...

He has some capable subordinates...

"hey-hey."

Ji Zuodao suddenly grinned, revealing his white teeth.

Of course he wants the benefits.

He also needs capable people.

He's now sitting in the chair of the head of the Demon Management Department.

But how can we sit comfortably, sit for a long time, and even find creative ways to sit...?

That's something we'll have to think about carefully.

Does Ji Zuodao seem like the kind of person who would do a losing business?

He was proficient in the skill of "wanting both" from a young age.