nyslfriends Chapter 21 Let's not talk about products, let's talk about the company vision.
Chapter 21 Let's not talk about products, let's talk about the company vision.
The main hall was eerily quiet; even the will-o'-the-wisps flickered slowly.
All the officials and ministers, the ten kings of hell, and hundreds of eyes were fixed on Chu Jiang and the folding chair with its distinctly modern industrial style beneath him.
The scene is both absurd and provocative.
Finally, an old ghost dressed in a dark green robe, with a beard that reached his chest and exuding the smell of herbs, stepped out from the line.
He was leaning on a gnarled wooden cane; he was the abbot of the Medicine King Hall, Elder Yao.
"Young man, how dare you be so presumptuous in the Hall of Hell after achieving so little merit?" The old apothecary's voice was not loud, but it carried a deep, somber quality, as if steeped in medicinal herbs for a thousand years.
Chu Jiang raised his eyelids slightly but didn't reply.
Seeing that he ignored him, the old doctor took two more steps forward and slammed his wooden staff on the ground.
"Your so-called holy water of merit purifies resentment and nourishes the soul, with miraculous effects. But its origin is unknown, and its composition is unclear."
"This Palace Master suspects that this item may have hidden dangers, or it may even be the result of some kind of forbidden technique."
As soon as he said this, a chorus of agreement immediately arose in the hall.
"Old Medicine Master is absolutely right! This item must be thoroughly investigated!"
"Yes! If it affects the very foundation of reincarnation, who can bear the responsibility?"
The old apothecary was very satisfied with the effect, and looked at Chu Jiang with greed in his eyes.
"I propose that this water be collected and placed under the public management of the Underworld, and handed over to my Medicine King Hall for analysis and testing to decipher its secret formula, so as to benefit the entire Underworld. You personally will also receive a great merit."
"If you refuse, that would be considered possession of forbidden items with malicious intent. According to the laws of the underworld, you should be punished for possession of forbidden items, and all your assets will be confiscated."
Chu Jiang smiled after hearing this.
He didn't look at the old doctor, but instead looked at King Qin Guang, who was sitting high on the throne.
"Your Majesty, look, this is the business environment in our Underworld."
King Qin Guang remained expressionless and silent.
Chu Jiang then slowly turned around and looked at Yao Lao.
"Master Yao, right? Your words are narrow-minded."
"What?" The old medicine master was taken aback.
"You're staring at these bottles of water of mine like wolves that haven't eaten for eight hundred years are seeing a bone."
Chu Jiang shook his head and rummaged in his pocket again.
This time, he didn't pull out a token or a bottle, but a stack of things bound together with some kind of animal hide, which looked exactly like a printed PowerPoint presentation from the mortal world.
"Distinguished leaders, before we begin the meeting, perhaps you could take a look at my project report?"
He placed the stack of animal hides into the air in front of him, and the thing simply floated there.
On the cover, a line of large, flamboyant, ghostly characters left all the priests present dumbfounded.
Feasibility report on optimizing the efficiency and closing the loop of rules for the cycle of reincarnation in the underworld.
"What...what is this thing?"
"A report? What kind of report does a ferryman need?"
Not to mention the priests, even the Yama Kings on the throne above looked puzzled.
"Distinguished leaders, what is the biggest problem facing our Underworld right now?" Chu Jiang stood up, like a CEO giving a roadshow to investors, and began his performance.
"Is it a lack of resources? No. The resentment in the River of the Dead sustains countless departments. And every single spider lily on the road to the underworld is a treasure."
"Is it because there isn't enough talent? No. Every year, batches of brilliant minds are selected through the civil service exams, but where do they all go? Aren't they all turned into jaded veterans, just coasting along and waiting to die?"
Chu Jiang reached out and tapped the report that was floating in the air.
"Our biggest problem is the rules!"
"The lack of a unified, absolute, and unshakeable set of rules leads to loopholes everywhere, allowing everyone to seek personal gain!"
He pointed at the old apothecary: "Like you, the master of the Medicine King Hall, you just ask for my formula. Is this for the sake of the Underworld? You're doing it for your Medicine King Hall's KPIs, for your own pockets!"
He then pointed to Liu Qian, who was still dancing outside the hall: "And the Reincarnation Department, a mere deputy director, dares to openly extort money and seize private land outside the Yama's Palace. Who gave him the guts?"
"Why?" Chu Jiang's voice suddenly rose, echoing throughout the entire hall.
"Because our rules are made by people! They're made by officials! A higher-ranking official can crush you; whoever has the biggest fist has the most powerful rules!"
"How can the underworld be efficient like this? Will the ghosts be satisfied? What's the point of this job of reincarnation?"
The entire room fell silent.
Chu Jiang's words tore away the veil of hypocrisy that the underworld had concealed for thousands of years.
"You...you're spreading heresy!" The old doctor was so angry that his beard trembled.
"Whether I'm spreading rumors or not, you all know the answer in your hearts."
Chu Jiang smiled slightly, and a strange aura suddenly emanated from his body.
"The product I brought today is not water."
He snapped his fingers.
"It is order."
hum-
An invisible wave, centered on Chu Jiang, instantly spread throughout the entire hall.
That wasn't pressure, nor was it magic; it was a pure, precise power of rules, like code.
At that moment, all the ghosts and gods in the hall felt an unprecedented experience.
They felt that the yin energy within their souls was no longer flowing chaotically, but rather circulating in an orderly manner, following some optimal path.
The chaotic thoughts in their minds—jealousy, greed, anger—were instantly calmed, leaving only absolute rationality and composure.
The old apothecary's outstretched hand froze in mid-air. He suddenly realized how much he had broken the rules and how illogical his act of asking for the formula was.
Several department heads who were about to stand up and agree suddenly fell silent. They realized that this kind of group behavior seriously affected the fairness of the meeting.
Even the Ten Kings of Hell, who were high above everyone else, sensed a change.
They discovered that the heavy karma that had shrouded their hearts for billions of years seemed to have been sorted out by this power of "order," becoming clear and distinct, and their entire souls felt much refreshed.
What kind of power is this?
All the ghosts and spirits looked at the young man standing in the center of the hall, who seemed to have become the very rules of the world, with the same eyes they had for a monster.
This force comes quickly and goes quickly.
After that feeling disappeared, all the ghosts and spirits in the hall felt a sense of loss.
"See that?" Chu Jiang sat back in his folding chair and crossed his legs again.
"These are the rules of my Sanzu Ferry. I call it 'Absolute Order'."
"Where I live, there is no queue-jumping, no special privileges, and no one is superior to anyone else. If you want to cross the river, you have to queue, take a number, and pay."
He paused, his gaze sweeping across the entire room before finally settling on King Qin Guang's face.
"So, leaders, please stop focusing on those bottles of water I have. They're employee perks, not for sale."
"I'm here today to discuss a much bigger business deal with you all."
"I want to sell my 'rules' to the entire underworld."
After Chu Jiang finished speaking, he leaned forward slightly, his smile unreadable.
"Of course, I know this is difficult. After all, touching vested interests is harder than touching the soul."
"But that's okay, we can start with a pilot program."
He glanced at King Qin Guang one last time, and slowly uttered his last words. His voice was not loud, but it was like a thunderclap that resounded in the hearts of every ghost and god.
"In the underworld, my rules are the only rules."
"A few days ago, Your Majesty personally came to inspect my work, and you also lined up obediently."
Chu Jiang spread his hands, looking completely innocent.
"Who among you is greater than the king?"