Time flew by in a flash.
In what felt like the blink of an eye, Yun Zhenyue had already been with the Purgatory Factory for a month.
A heavy snow had fallen last night.
The temperature had plummeted below freezing.
The blood-red snowflakes added a grim, somber atmosphere to the Purgatory Factory.
This temperature, while not particularly extreme, had virtually no effect on the supernatural. However, the factory, ever so "humane," issued a low-temperature subsidy to its mid-level managers: an extra 50 Ghost Coins per day.
As for the upper management, they enjoyed an extra 500 Ghost Coins per day!
In this frigid weather,
the factory offered a touch of benevolent warmth.
This was despite the fact that all they had to do was stay in their offices, drink hot tea, curl up comfortably on their sofas, and listen to a few simple reports from their subordinates.
And the low-level employees?
Weren't they all just consumables?
The factory didn't hand out a single coin.
