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

Of the eighty investigators, fifty were immediately allocated to the Empress without batting an eye.

There are thirty left.

Ji Zuodao crossed his legs, tapping his fingers on the table, his small eyes narrowed into slits, his mind racing with calculations.

Who should it be given to?

Wang Dazhuang's words before he left were still echoing in my ears.

The Monster Protection Association.

Those second-generation and third-generation demons who rely on their parents' abilities and are always looking for trouble?

"hehe."

Ji Zuodao snorted a laugh through his nose, revealing utter disdain.

Second-generation demon? Third-generation demon?

Is it that strange? Using this thing as a signboard might scare people elsewhere, but here in Ji Zuodao?

It's nothing!

"If these things were in the Ailao Mountains, wouldn't they be roaming all over the mountains like wild rabbits?"

He smacked his lips, recalling the days when he ran wild in the Ailao Mountains as a child.

That place has few other things, but it has many demon kings and even more demon princes and their offspring!

Throwing a brick could hit three demon princes, and none of them would be the same.

Ji Zuodao simply refused to believe that the scum in the Jinghai Monster Protection Association, relying on their parents' connections, could possibly outdo those "true ancestors" from Ailao Mountain.

Do you really think the Demon King of the Seventy-Two Caves of Ailao Mountain is just a joke?

Putting everything else aside, just look at that White Snake Demon King on the next mountain. Ji Zuodao saw him reveal his true form to undergo tribulation last time.

Good heavens, that size! If you coiled it up, it could circle the Forbidden City three times without getting a knot!

During the New Year's family dinner, I complained to him that my kids were so idle all day long, all they did was eat and cause trouble, and they didn't do anything serious. It made me so worried that I almost lost a few more scales.

Thinking of this, Ji Zuodao slapped his thigh!

Got it!

He sat up straight with a "whoosh," took out his phone, unlocked it with his fingerprint, and opened WeChat in one smooth motion.

Tap your finger on the screen to search for names, invite people, and create groups.

He was too lazy to think of a name for the group, so he just typed out "Talent Introduction and Negotiation Group for the Demon Management Department".

Then, one by one, I dragged all the big shots in my WeChat list who were labeled "Ailao Mountain · XX Cave · X Demon King" into the list.

A total of seventy-two!

Speaking of which, Ji Zuodao's relationship with the offspring of these demon kings, while not as good as that with the little foxes, is still quite good overall.

Back then, his master took him to cultivate in the Ailao Mountains. He was the only human doll there, and he looked quite rare.

It was truly protected as a rare treasure by all the demon princes and their offspring.

I stole the monkey wine from Brother White Ape, plucked Sister Azure Phoenix's tail feathers, and even rolled around on Brother Black Bear's belly.

Although we later went down the mountain and lost touch, the bond of kinship remains.

Now, Ji Zuodao has gained some influence and has secured a legitimate official position in the 749 Bureau, a government office.

It's time to pull the guys up!

"Sharing happiness is worse than enjoying it alone; let's share the available positions!"

Ji Zuodao muttered to himself, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he typed a line of text in the group chat, his tone so casual, as if he were inviting his buddies to a late-night street food stall for skewers:

@All members

Hello, fellow demon kings and uncles!

"Well, I've had a stroke of good luck lately. I landed a job as the head of the Demon Management Section at the 749 Bureau in Jinghai. They have 30 permanent positions for investigators—a secure job with five social insurances and two housing funds, Jinghai residency guaranteed, and a single apartment provided. Excellent benefits!"

"I was thinking, why let the good stuff go to outsiders? Are any of my brothers and sisters tired of staying on the mountain and want to come out into the world, broaden their horizons, and maybe do some work for the court to accumulate some merit and get a proper official position?"

"Limited positions available, only thirty openings, first come, first served. Don't miss out! Contact us immediately if interested!"

The message has been sent.

Ji Zuodao slammed his phone down on the table, picked up his cup, took a sip of water, and smugly thought to himself:

These terms are pretty generous, aren't they? Pretty open with the guys, right? My feed's going to be flooded with thank-you messages soon, isn't it?

One minute later.

There was no movement.

Ji Zuodao raised an eyebrow and glanced at his phone.

The group was completely silent, without even a single punctuation mark.

The chat history was still stuck on his few messages, with the rest of the screen empty and silent.

"Um?"

Ji Zuodao scratched his head, somewhat puzzled.

What's going on? Bad signal? Did it not send?

He checked the network; it was at full strength.

There was no red exclamation mark before the message.

So you sent it out, but nobody responded?

Really? Investigator positions are considered secure jobs in Bureau 749, aren't they highly coveted?

He mentioned it briefly during the Lunar New Year, and even monsters were asking him about connections.

Has the situation changed? Are the young demons in the demon realm all indifferent to fame and fortune, and no longer interested in worldly affairs?

Just as Ji Zuodao was stroking his chin, beginning to doubt Yao Sheng and wondering if his title of "section chief" wasn't prestigious enough, and the price he offered wasn't tempting enough—

"Ding-dong!"

"Ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong!"

"Ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong—!"

His phone suddenly started vibrating and ringing like crazy, as if it had gone mad! The screen was instantly flooded with private messages, almost crashing!

It was all private messages from those demon kings in the group chat! And they came in almost simultaneously, one after the other!

Ji Zuodao frantically clicked on the top message, which was from the White Ape Demon King:

"Little Ji!! My dear Section Chief Ji! I finally remembered you, Uncle White Ape! (A tearful emoji)"

"A government job! A government job is great! My brat is always running around and tearing my place apart! Leave one for your uncle! No, how about two? Your aunt has a nephew who's quite successful too..."

Before I could finish reading, the next one popped up, featuring the Black Bear Demon King, his tone even more urgent:

"Little Ji! This is your Uncle Black Bear! Reply immediately if you see this message! I can't get through on the phone! You must reserve three positions for me! The price is negotiable! This year's harvest from my three acres of top-grade spiritual herb fields behind my cave is all yours!"

Next came the Azure Phoenix Demon King, whose style was more subtle, but whose meaning was equally urgent:

"Section Chief Ji, I'm delighted to hear of your promotion. My daughter, Ni Yu, is quite talented and gentle. She has always admired the beauty and elegance of the world. If you would be so kind as to grant her a position and send her out to gain experience, I have a thousand-year-old warm jade hairpin here. It can calm the mind and is very beneficial to cultivation. I'll give it to you to play with."

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"Brother Ji! I am Pangolin Old Armor! I want a government job! I'll trade three catties of amethyst ore!"

"Nephew! I am the Black Tortoise of the Azure Pool! My grandson..."

"Hey kid! Uncle Tiger and you are best buddies! You even rode on Uncle Tiger's shoulders back in the day! Uncle Tiger has a lot of kids in his family, Uncle Tiger needs five positions!"

"Section Chief Ji..."

"Little Ji..."

Good guy!

Ji Zuodao was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of information; he couldn't possibly keep up.

The deathly silence in the group just now wasn't because people weren't interested; it was because those old monsters were all up to no good.

On the surface, they act deep and indifferent in the group, but secretly they all come to chat privately, trying to get in through the back door and do shady things!

The tranquility we felt just now was a brief peace before the storm.

Ji Zuodao was both amused and exasperated, wondering who to reply to first and how to reply—whether to draw lots fairly or have the highest bidder win…

The phone suddenly went silent again.

All the barrage of private messages abruptly stopped.

It was as if his earlier madness was just a hallucination.

"???"

Ji Zuodao was completely bewildered. What was going on now? Had the signal been lost again?

Just as he raised his phone, wondering if he should restart it—

"bite."

Pay special attention to WeChat notification sounds.

It was sent by the Empress.

A video file titled "Fun.avi".