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

In a secret room buried deep underground, a man in black sat on a chair with his legs crossed, and the girl in a black skirt beside him had a cold expression.

"I'm not in a hurry." Su Ming tapped the armrest with his fingers, smiling, "I'll wait for you to slowly come up with an excuse."

In front of the man, a man in black and purple clothes was kneeling, his body trembling, and cold sweat was pouring out on his forehead.

Su Ming narrowed his eyes and looked at the darkness that was not illuminated by the light. "Sir, your sharpness in work really shocked me."

"puff--"

The sound of the flame being lit could be heard clearly in the silent room, and the candlelight flickered.

The orange-haired man shook the match to extinguish it and raised his eyes, "But I have never seen anyone who dares to cook the books under you."

He takes the blame, but he doesn't want to take it all.

Besides, this matter...

"He is challenging your dignity as an executive officer, right?" Tartaglia curled his lips, crossed his legs and supported his cheek, tilted his head slightly and looked at Su Ming, "Maybe he just doesn't know why you, Disaster, are famous among the Fatui?"

Su Ming lowered his eyes, his gaze fell on the trembling man in front of him, and suddenly chuckled, "It's probably your honor to be able to face two executives at the same time. Last time..."

"Hmm..." Su Ming narrowed his eyes and looked at the light reflected by the ring on his palm. "Last time, two executive officers showed up at the same time, but they were gods..."

man:……

Other than that, it’s not an idea… …

Su Ming was silent for a moment, and shook his crossed legs. "So have you thought of a reason?"

He glanced at the clock on the wall and said, "Without a reasonable excuse that convinces me, it will be difficult for you to walk out of this room with nearly a billion in debt."

"Sir..." The man lowered his head deeply, with his forehead touching the ground.

The cold floor was covered with a thick, fluffy carpet, but it did not bring a trace of warmth.

He trembled and almost wanted to slap himself.

It was his boss's trust that made him become arrogant and make such a wrong choice.

"Actually..." Su Ming looked at the ring on his finger, his eyes flickering, "Compared to your work content and remuneration, it ranks among the best even in Zhidong Country."

As he spoke, Su Ming reached out to take the documents from Yi Yi's hand and flipped through them casually. "It only takes one year, and your reward will far exceed this."

"Heh..." Tartaglia smiled softly, holding up her face, "Perhaps she really enjoys the thrill of playing with the executive officer at her will. Really..."

It's a bit ridiculous, as if someone would risk their life to get something that can be obtained in an hour.

"Sir, I'm eighty..." The man's face was covered with cold sweat. He fell to the ground with a trembling voice.

Su Ming raised his eyebrows and said, "I have heard this excuse at least eight hundred times in Zhidong Country. Come up with another one, dear."

Are misleading words so common these days?

With an 80-year-old mother and a 3-year-old child, you should either think of a good excuse or... be more cautious.

man:……

"Remuneration, work..." Su Ming stood up, his shiny black shoes stepped on the carpet, and said in a light tone, "I am worthy of you."

After saying that, Su Ming patted Yi Yi on the shoulder and turned to walk out.

Tartaglia glanced sideways, then stood up and followed.

"That's it?" Tartaglia closed the door with his backhand, leaned against the wall and adjusted his gloves, with a playful look in his blue eyes, "It doesn't seem to be consistent with your usual temper."

As usual, such people would be treated as unpaid money-making machines, but now...

Tartaglia moved his nose, smelled the faint smell of blood in the air, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Hearing this, Su Ming stopped and turned back, staring at Tartaglia with his black eyes, "Is it easy to fool the young master if we keep him and tell everyone?"

Tartaglia was slightly startled and couldn't help but touch the tip of his nose.

Indeed, this incident occurred when he was in control of Inazuma affairs.

"The most common comment they make about you is that you are brave but not wise." Su Ming raised his chin slightly, his eyes indifferent, "But you are just confident in your own strength, confident that nothing will be beyond your control."

"Yes." Tartaglia's eyes darkened, but he still nodded.

Su Ming rubbed his thumb on the ring surface and said softly: "The strong are always lonely. I understand that, but young master..."

Su Ming paused for a moment and pursed his lips. "If you really want to make sure that everything is under control, isn't Liyue's plan enough to alert you?"

Tartaglia was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled.

He walked over and put his elbow on Su Ming's shoulder, saying jokingly, "But it doesn't matter, right? Isn't my partner the one who controls the overall situation?"

"No." Su Ming's eyes changed instantly, "I'm not saying don't look for me, I'm just a little waste!"

No, no!

His original intention in saying this was to make the young master work harder so that he could take some time off!

"I believe in you, my friend!" Tartaglia smiled cynically, his orange hair swaying in the dim light. "Isn't Lord Disaster's intelligence enough to allow a little warrior like me to be lazy?"

Su Ming: ???

You have figured out how to use reverse Amway!

Su Ming turned his head in silence, his eyes filled with confusion, "I'll do the brainwork for you, I'll make up for the tasks, I'll help take care of your brothers and sisters, what? I'll also take your place in the bridal chamber in the future?"

Tartaglia was slightly startled, with a trace of confusion in her eyes, "Enter the bridal chamber? I seem to have heard this term in Liyue Harbor... Let me think about it..."

Su Ming couldn't bear it any longer and closed his eyes, then broke free from Tartaglia's arms and walked up the stairs.

Tartaglia swayed, and suddenly smiled, "Tsk, what should I do if my friend has a bad temper... I suddenly feel that my ranking of eleventh seat is a bit dangerous..."

Tartaglia followed slowly and saw Ying waiting outside the gate of the Qiuqiu Group.

The blond traveler and the little tour guide in white stood side by side under the sun, the fluffy clouds in their hands reflecting a strange light.

When she saw the two people, Ying's eyes lit up slightly, but then sank again.

Ying stuffed the cotton into Paimeng's hand and walked over hesitantly.

A faint smell of blood was faintly discernible, and Ying's eyes flickered.

She looked up at Su Ming, with doubt in her eyes, "You..."

You are clearly the soul of a god, so why would you be willing to become a pawn of another god?

Ying hesitated for a while before looking at Su Ming and asking, "Why do you Fatui like to wear masks?"

On the side, Tartaglia raised an eyebrow, with a smile in his blue eyes.

Su Ming casually pulled off the mask and threw it aside. He lowered his eyes to look at the girl in front of him who was only as tall as his chest, and smiled softly, "The executioner wears a mask. After taking off the mask, I am just an ordinary good man who specializes in giving money and benefiting Teyvat."