Genshin Impact: Forced to Become a Follower of the Seven Gods

The biting cold cannot hide the liveliness of winter.

Pedestrians walked on the snow as usual on their way to work overtime.

The two famous executive officers of Seat 11 and Seat 12 bit the skewered ones and paraded through the city dragging their huge ice fishing trophies.

When passing by a luxurious little palace, Su Ming paused slightly.

"What is this?" Su Ming tilted his head and looked at the two guards standing beside him.

The two of them looked frozen, but still lowered their heads, "Lord Disaster, Lord Rich is inside..."

Counting the accounts is a must-do item at the end of the month. I laugh as I do so.

Pantalone will not stop until he makes people laugh until they break into cold sweats.

Su Ming was slightly startled, and turned his head to look at Tartaglia, "Let's go in and take a look?"

Northland Bank doesn't prohibit executives from entering, so it would be great to go in and have some fun.

Tartaglia's eyes lit up and he threw the fish and shrimp he was dragging to the guard at the door.

He put his hand on Su Ming's shoulder and smiled brightly, "Pantaronie won't throw you out, will he?"

I don’t know about other things, but Dotore has thrown Su Ming out many times.

"No." Su Ming pushed open the luxurious door of the Northland Bank headquarters, just like returning to his own backyard, "I just miss the days when I used to be laughed at."

Tartaglia couldn't say anything for a moment and could only follow Su Ming.

After turning two doors, Pantalone's luxurious office appeared in front of them, as if the word "rich" was written on this executive's forehead.

Sensing the footsteps, Pantalone raised his eyelids and once again focused his gaze on the account book in his hand.

"Haha... after spending so much money, we only found a piece of stone in the ruins? That's really great..."

Pantalone's face was full of spring breeze smiles, and his mind was calculating rapidly, "This work is very well done. Judging from the account book, you have paid all your father's pocket money into this. It is my blessing to have a subordinate like you..."

The man in the Northland Bank clerk uniform was trembling as if he had received an electric shock.

"Such a loyal word..." Pantalone pushed his glasses and smiled gently, "You also know that the operation of the Northland Bank is difficult. Your salary will have to wait for a while. Do you mind my suggestion?"

The man's throat choked and he was speechless for a moment.

On the side, two executives who were watching the show sat on the sofa by themselves and did not need any entertainment at all.

Su Ming took out wine glasses from the cabinet beside him with familiarity, filled them for himself and Tartaglia, and pushed a glass to the rich man.

Tartaglia poked Su Ming with his elbow, wondering, "He cooked the books in front of Pantalone... Does he want to die?"

If you want to die, you don't have to come to Northland Bank. As everyone knows, sudden death is unrealistic in Northland Bank.

Su Ming's eyes flickered and he shrugged, "I don't know..."

Pantalone waved his hand, then stopped smiling as he watched the man walk out of the office.

He lowered his head and rubbed the bridge of his nose where glasses had been worn for a long time.

After a while, Pantalone raised his head and asked, "Why? You didn't forget to come and see me after getting promoted?"

Hearing this, Su Ming tilted his head.

He pushed the wine glass on the table and pursed his lips, "I was passing by and came in to take a look."

Pantalone raised his eyes and looked speechlessly at the two executives in front of him holding the grilled meat skewered on wooden sticks.

You don't have to come in and see...

Pantalone shook the wine glass and suddenly pushed the thick account book beside him. "I think the vice president will not refuse to help me share some of the work, right?"

Su Ming: ???

Su Ming spread his hands, leaned on the sofa like a piece of mud, and slid down, "I don't want to watch."

His vacation was hard-earned, so he didn't want to work overtime.

Hearing this, Pantalone raised his eyebrows and smiled even more deeply, "I haven't signed your resignation report yet."

Before he could finish his words, the puddle of mud on the sofa became even more muddy.

Su Ming stuffed the last pill into his mouth and closed his eyes. "The Twelve Seats helped you check the account books. If you tell others about this, won't people say that you, Lord Pantalone, are too black-hearted?"

Pantalone took a sip of his wine, his smile remaining unchanged.

When has Pantalone's heart ever been white?

"No!" Su Ming said firmly, "It doesn't matter whether I resign or not, what matters is that I'm on vacation!"

Wasn't it because Northland Bank was too ruthless that one of the reasons why he became an executive was because he did not hesitate to stab his cheap father in the back?

Pantalone didn't think anything was wrong and smiled gently, "Dear Vice President, it seems that you have been away from Northland Bank for too long. Here, vacation is far less important than coming to Mora."

On the side, Tartaglia got goose bumps for no reason.

Pantalone has the ability to show that the sweeter his smile, the more cruel and vicious his actions are. In his opinion, his friend also has some talent in this area.

Before Su Ming could say anything else, there were two quick knocks on the door.

Su Ming tilted his head and looked towards the door.

The uniformed bank clerk lowered his head slightly, "Manager Harbaugh broke into the door and has been arrested by the guards."

Hearing this, Pantalone smiled softly.

At the side, Su Ming opened his eyes, "Why do they all want to run away? Is there a ghost chasing him inside? Or is there a ghost outside the door tempting him?"

Tartaglia sighed heavily, patted his friend's shoulder and stopped talking.

That's true, but don't you two black-hearted president and vice president know better whether there is any foul play inside and outside the Northland Bank?

Pantarone: Hehehe...

How can you, a person who successfully escaped, have the nerve to criticize others?

Pantalone stood up from the luxurious chair and walked slowly to Su Ming.

He leaned over, put one hand on Su Ming's shoulder, and looked into Su Ming's eyes closely.

The eyes that always smiled slightly opened a little, and the color in them flickered unclearly.

Su Ming raised his eyebrows and curled the corners of his lips, "Lord Pantalone, are you reluctant to part with a loyal subordinate like me?"

Hearing this, Pantalone suddenly chuckled.

He raised his glass and gently bumped it against the other person's glass, then smiled and said, "I'm also curious, why do you all want to run away?"

Under Su Ming's flickering gaze, Pantalone took a sip of wine.

The wine flowed down my throat and a warm feeling instantly spread through my body.

Pantalone tilted his head and looked at his former subordinate with a playful look, "Adonis, why don't you answer me?"

"Answer?" Su Ming drank the wine in one gulp, his smile unchanged, "What answer do you want, Lord Pantalone?"

On the side, Tartaglia sighed heavily and curled up on the sofa with an expressionless face.

He had gotten used to it. Not speaking human language was the traditional custom of their foolish people. Unfortunately, he just couldn't learn it.

Pantarone smiled softly, and gradually exerted force on the palm that was holding Su Ming's shoulder. "Mr. Adonis, who successfully escaped, tell me, is there a ghost chasing you inside the Northland Bank? Or is there a ghost outside the door seducing you?"

Hearing this, Su Ming sighed.

He spread his hands, his eyes sincere, "There's a holiday outside the door tempting me."

Just because he promotes 007 doesn’t mean he wants 007!