428: Chapter 428 The Current Situation of Working People

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The place where the little demons held meetings was called "Demon King Cave."

[Yanzi, at least give the cave a better name, will you?]

[Exactly, does the King have so little face?]

[I get it: this is trying to express that the King has no culture.]

Inside the cave.

The pig demon and the crow demon were too short to squeeze in, so they could only stand on the outermost perimeter to listen to the King's lecture.

"Little ones! I have good news to tell everyone!"

"Five days from now, Tripitaka and his three disciples will pass through here. Those who perform well can drink a spoonful of Tripitaka meat broth."

[《Good News》]

[Meat broth = bathwater]

[Classic boss painting a pie, right?]

The bullet comments hit the nail on the head; netizens discovered that the lives of these little demons were really no different from wage slaves.

The plot moved quickly. The next day, Instructor Bear brought the little demons to the bamboo forest, and the order came down.

"By tomorrow, I need one thousand arrows made. Do you understand?"

[Suffocating KPI]

[Zhuge Liang: I know the answer to this one.]

The little demons started working busily.

But the arrows made from this bamboo couldn't fly far.

The Little Pig Demon thought of a way: pluck the feathers from the crow to make fletching, so they could fly further.

However.

"Are you teaching me how to do my job?" Instructor Bear snapped all the arrows. "Go redo them. Do it according to my method."

[Truly a Party A]

[I empathize so much]

[Confirmed, the reality of the workplace]

[Party A who knows nothing about technology but has OCD vs. Party B who knows nothing about management but has a desire for innovation]

[Wage slaves are crying]

Another day passed.

That day they were responsible for scrubbing an old pot, but no matter how they scrubbed, it wouldn't get clean. Instructor Bear grabbed the Little Pig Demon and used his body to scrub the pot directly.

Must say, pig bristles are useful.

[Humble wage slave]

[Why is it both funny and makes me want to cry?]

[The core of comedy is...]

[How savage!]

[Same treatment as SpongeBob]

However, this wasn't the most heartbreaking part.

The heartbreaking part was on the other side—four white foxes slowly carried out a suit of armor, carefully wiping it bit by bit.

"The King's armor arrives—"

"Please, the Four Great Masters of Cleaning!"

The Little Pig Demon: "Tell me, when will we be able to wipe the King's armor?"

The Little Pig Demon hadn't figured it out yet, but the bullet comments already understood.

[This metaphor is awesome]

[These few must be the King's relatives, right?]

[Seniority and nepotism]

[Oh Little Pig Demon, Little Pig Demon, would a cushy job like wiping armor ever fall to a little demon without connections like you?]

Another day passed.

The crow, whose feathers had been plucked, and the Little Pig Demon, who had been scrubbed bald by the pot, were assigned the task of chopping firewood.

"One thousand catties in one night? With just us two trash little demons, how is that possible?"

"We can't just chop like this; we have to think of a way."

"What way could there be?"

"Rob..."

"Rob whom?"

"Rob people, obviously..."

[Zero-dollar shopping has begun]

[Enlightenment at Longchang, right?]

[Thinking outside the box]

[Outsourcing the project?]

[Exploitation layer by layer, right?]

After the Little Pig Demon robbed the firewood and stole some more from human homes, they finally gathered one thousand catties...

The King finally appeared.

And then, with one fire, he burned all the firewood.

"The King just changed his mind. Tripitaka needs to be roasted. This ordinary firewood will spoil the taste. Go immediately and gather two thousand catties of mountain hickory wood under twenty years old!"

[Sure enough, the King really is a white fox!]

[So miserable, damn it. All that hard work for one night was in vain!]

[My blood pressure is already rising!]

[My high blood pressure suddenly flared up!]

[The immersion is so strong, I'm so angry!]

[Party A changes the plan at the last minute! Damn it!]

[It's clearly an animation, but it's so heartbreaking to watch]

[It's so damn realistic, the fate of Party B]

[I hate Party A!]

Another day passed.

Instructor Bear began to lecture: "You only gathered two hundred catties in one night? Do you still want to live? Tripitaka arrives tomorrow, and this is your state?"

In front of them.

The camera panned from left to right, a row of demons, everyone's face showing only exhaustion, even with dark circles under their eyes.

[Can't take it, the corporate vibe is too thick, hahahaha]

[So good it could be a profile picture]

[Crying while laughing]

[Wage slave overtime status]

The short film was already halfway through by now.

Actually, if this were just a film using the past to satirize the present, everyone would already feel it was very good.

As the first work submitted by Lin Chuyan, many people had already silently given it a high score in their hearts.

However, the audience would soon discover that these first ten minutes were just foreshadowing.

What is the ultimate result of exploitation? It's resistance.

The Little Pig Demon was no exception.

He received his mission and came to the market to buy seasonings for roasting Tripitaka—fifty catties of salt, thirty catties of cumin, twenty catties of Sichuan peppercorns.

Then he heard someone storytelling on the side of the street.

The story was exactly about the journey of Tripitaka and his three disciples to the West.

The Little Pig Demon listened intently.

Especially about the Monkey King—he had heard people mention countless times that he was a great hero.

"Look at this eldest disciple, the Monkey King, known as the Great Sage Equal to Heaven. One hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals couldn't do anything to him! He truly is a peerless hero!"

On screen, it showed the Little Pig Demon's imagination of the four disciples. Each person's image was vastly different from the real four, especially the Monkey King—

[Holy crap, Erlang Shen!]

[Holy crap, it's the Lin Chuyan version of Erlang Shen!]

[Good guy, sneaking in your own stuff, right?]

[But you have to admit, he is really handsome!]

[Wait, it doesn't look like the black myth: wukong version of Erlang Shen?]

[Could it be the lotus lantern? Secretly advertising, right!]

[It must be. This Erlang Shen's third eye isn't like the one in black myth: wukong, it's a bit weird]

The Little Pig Demon stepped forward to ask.

Then he learned that Tripitaka was the greatest good person in the world, that the Monkey King was a demon just like him, and that Zhu Bajie was also a pig demon just like him!

This, this, this...

The Little Pig Demon couldn't stay calm.

He went back.

He didn't return to the Demon King Cave, but home.

The short film continued to depict the character of the Little Pig Demon, making him more three-dimensional and fuller.

"Mom! This is called a steamed bun. I just bought it in town. You and your younger siblings should have a taste."

"How are you? You haven't been home for a year. Are you too busy?"

"Yes, yes, yes. The King has assigned me a lot of work recently. I can't finish it every day."

"It's good that the King values you! Three generations of our family have finally produced a talent. Don't push yourself too hard. Look at you, how did you get so bald?"

"Oh, oh, oh, I've been staying up late recently, and I've been losing a lot of hair."

"You have to learn to take care of yourself. Don't be too tired."

[I cried with a "wah"!]

[《A Talent》]

[A college student came out of the village... got a proper job...]

[Wage slaves returning home for the Spring Festival...]

[Township test-taker...]

[A programmer, right?]

[Wiping tears while laughing, how did I get so bald]

[The pig demon is actually me]

...

The story of the Little Pig Demon reached its peak here, and it was time.

Tripitaka and his disciples were finally about to arrive.

Instructor Bear was telling the Little Pig Demon how to capture Tripitaka in a moment. The latter found an opportunity to slip away to pee, but his heart was becoming more and more restless.

Do I really have to help the King capture Tripitaka?

Tripitaka is clearly a good person, isn't he?

The Monkey King is clearly a great hero, isn't he?

Just as he was thinking, the White Fox Demon King discovered him.

The Little Pig Demon felt guilty and ran away directly.

The White Fox chased wildly behind him.

In the distance, golden light flashed.

Seeing this, the White Fox flashed away, and he continued to prepare the trap.

The four disciples finally appeared.

Looking at the figures of the four disciples in the distance, for some reason, the Little Pig Demon shed tears inexplicably.

He waved his hands at the four disciples and shouted: "Don't come over—don't come over—there's danger here—"

However.

The Great Sage leaped up directly!

The golden monkey raised his heavy staff, clearing the universe of all dust!

He swung it down at the Little Pig Demon!

The screen went black instantly.

It lit up again.

The Little Pig Demon lay on the ground.

The four disciples walked past him.

"Wukong, what was that little demon shouting about just now?"

"Master, never mind what it was shouting. A demon can just be beaten to death with one stick."

At this moment, the Little Pig Demon lay on the ground, motionless.

Netizens couldn't stay calm.

[Holy crap, is he dead?]

[Wuuuuuuu]

[The monkey didn't ask or care, one stick ended the life of this little character]

[Is this the sadness of an NPC?]

[Humans are like ants, so realistic]

[Lin Chuyan is stabbing me? ? ? ! ! !]

The screen went black again.

It lit up again, calling back to the opening.

Blue sky, white clouds, on the hillside, a spear, a gourd.

Only that Little Pig Demon was gone.

[Holy crap, did he really die?]

[No way? Lin Chuyan, give me back my Little Pig Demon! ! !]

The screen was still the image of the pig demon falling to the ground, but the conversation between the four disciples continued.

"Old Village Chief, the demons here are too weak. I didn't even need to do anything; Bajie took care of them all."

"That so-called King wanted to set up a mechanism trap, like teasing a child. And a bunch of white-haired wolves and mangy bears, all sent to the West by my rake, hahahaha!"

"Except for that Little Pig Demon, I spared his life."

"Didn't you beat it to death with one stick?"

"You fool, at that time, that little pig was being chased by the white-haired wolf. That stick was a performance for them to see. I heard the Little Pig shouting 'There's an ambush' clearly. This is called 'playing along with the enemy's plan.' Otherwise, would these demons have dared to come out? How else could we eliminate the pests for the locals?"

On screen, the Great Sage reached out his hand and pulled up the Little Pig Demon.

"These three hairs are life-saving hairs. Keep them well, you'll find them useful in the future."

The Great Sage flew away, leaving the Little Pig Demon looking confused.

The whole film ended there.

The screen turned black, and the credits appeared—

Directed by Lin Chuyan.