With two slaps out of anger, I completely stunned 059.
This guy stared blankly for a few seconds with two strings of nosebleeds hanging down. Then, with a howl and a crying tone, he ran to Abu to complain.
"Group Leader Abu, you yourself said that a salesperson two levels higher can freely order around, scold, and even beat a lower-level salesperson during non-working hours. That bastard 086 actually dared to fight back. This is clearly a provocation to your authority."
"Group Leader Abu, you must avenge me."
At this moment, 059, with a face full of nosebleeds and tears, looked exactly like a dog that had been beaten up outside and then went back to complain to its master.
I grew to dislike this guy even more in my heart.
My assessment performance had already exceeded 50,000, and I wasn't the least bit worried about what tricks 059 could play.
Since that scoundrel Abu wanted to implement the law of the jungle among us, he definitely couldn't go back on his word in public and deliberately find excuses to mess with me.
Even if they were all inhumane beasts from northern Myanmar, once they really changed their orders day by day, all their painstaking brainwashing work before would be in vain.
Sure enough, that scoundrel Abu didn't immediately stand up for 059. Instead, he waved to the scoundrel from northern Myanmar who was in charge of supervising the assessment and asked about my assessment performance.
When he learned that I had actually completed more than 20,000 in performance in the last hour or so, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He smiled at me approvingly and then turned to look at 059 and said, "You heard it too. 086's performance exceeds 50,000. He is already a temporary A-level salesperson, just one level lower than you."
"So, you won't be able to order him around, scold, or beat him in the next week. If your performance next week can exceed his by two levels, then 086 will be at your disposal."
After briefly explaining a couple of sentences, Abu then smiled and patted 059 on the shoulder to encourage him, saying, "Come on, I believe you can do it."
Although very unwilling, 059 didn't dare to go against the words of that scoundrel Abu. He could only glare at me viciously, casually wiped the nosebleed on his face, and then opened his mouth again to Abu with a flattering look.
"Group Leader Abu, about what you said before, that I can choose a woman and order around two lower-level salespersons..."
While speaking, 059's rat-like eyes were fixed on a fair and plump young woman with short hair, and it seemed that he already had a target.
"Don't rush. Of course, I mean what I say."
Abu signaled him to be patient and took a newly calculated form from the hand of a scoundrel from northern Myanmar.
"Everyone, today's assessment performance has all been calculated."
"A total of 58 people participated in the assessment. One person had a performance exceeding 100,000, one person had a performance exceeding 50,000, four people had a performance exceeding 20,000, nine people had a performance exceeding 5,000, 33 people had a performance below 5,000, and ten people had no performance at all."
After reading out the assessment statistics, the complexion of that scoundrel Abu didn't change at all. He still had that warm smile like a nice boy next door.
Although he disguised himself well, I could still see his dissatisfaction and bloodthirstiness from his eyes.
Surprisingly, my own assessment performance was actually the second among my peers.
Of course, being able to complete the assessment with the second-highest performance and enjoy the treatment of an A-level salesperson in the next week was entirely forced out by that bastard 059.
"First of all, congratulations to those who have completed the assessment performance. From now on, you are the official salespersons of our Group Nine and can enjoy the due treatment of your respective levels."
Immediately after that, the tone of that scoundrel Abu took a turn, and with an even wider smile and a menacing tone, he continued, "As for the remaining ten people who didn't pass the assessment, you have two options. One is to call home and ask for 50,000 to boost your performance, and the other is to have your kidneys removed, your blood drained, and your body made into fertilizer."
With just a simple gesture from Abu, immediately some scoundrels from northern Myanmar rushed up and dragged out those ten unlucky guys who hadn't completed their performance.
"You have one minute to think about it. Whether you live or die depends on yourselves."
The ten people were kneeling in a row with the muzzles of black guns pressed against their heads, and each of them was so scared that their faces were as white as a sheet, and their bodies were trembling like sieves.
I stood among the crowd watching this scene, and my heart felt as if a stone was pressing on it, making me feel extremely stuffy.
If it weren't for good luck, perhaps I would be one of those forced to kneel in front with a gun pressed against my head too.
That scoundrel Abu put it nicely, saying that whether they lived or died depended on themselves.
In the end, wasn't it all about finding ways to get money?
After all, how many people would be willing to have their kidneys removed, their blood drained, and their bodies made into fertilizer?
"I don't want my kidneys removed. Please spare me. Tomorrow, no! I'll call my family right away."
"I don't want to die either."
"Damn it! When I first entered the park, my parents already sold our house to ransom me. This time, they definitely can't come up with so much money."
Just as I guessed, no one was really willing to have their kidneys removed and their blood drained.
The ten unlucky guys who didn't pass the assessment were scrambling to beg for mercy.
Apparently, Abu was very satisfied with the result in front of him. He waved his hand and had them taken out.
As for how many families could come up with 50,000 and were willing to send the money over, I wasn't sure.
It's just that later, several of those ten people were never seen again.
I wasn't sure whether those who disappeared had their body organs removed, their blood drained, and their bodies made into fertilizer.
But I think even if those people didn't die, their fates probably wouldn't be any better.
"Alright, everyone has worked hard for so long. Now it's time for you to receive your rewards."
After watching those ten unlucky guys who didn't complete the assessment being taken out, Abu clapped his hands to draw everyone's attention back and asked us to stand in five different areas according to our salesperson levels.
In this way, it would be clear at a glance what level each person was.
"059, as the only outstanding salesperson with a performance exceeding 100,000 in this assessment, you can now exercise your rights."
Abu made a gesture of invitation to him with a smile.
"Thank you, Group Leader Abu."
That bastard 059 first bowed and thanked him, then excitedly rubbed his hands and walked towards the beautiful woman with short hair in the D-level area.
"Don't just stand there. Come with me obediently to the penthouse suite to enjoy good food."
059 said as he reached out his hand to grope the short-haired woman's face in a lewd way.
To my surprise, the short-haired woman actually turned her head away in disgust to avoid 059's dirty hand.
"Fuck!"
"You're being ungrateful for the kindness shown to you."
Having been publicly humiliated by the short-haired woman, 059's face immediately changed. Without any mercy or tenderness, he raised his hand and slapped the short-haired woman hard across the face.
After that, he put on a smiling face again and turned to ask Abu for instructions, "Group Leader Abu, what should we do if someone doesn't listen to our orders?"
"I've already said it before. As long as it doesn't cause death or disability. Of course, if you can't handle it yourself, you can also ask us to handle it for you."
A scoundrel from northern Myanmar responded immediately and walked menacingly towards the short-haired woman with a stick in his hand.