How to Build a Haunted House

Chapter 83 Programmer

"Terrible hair growth" is still good, at least in the next week, there will be many shiny bald heads among the "scare you no discussion" tourists.

Abbot Fakong was overjoyed: "Oh, the poor monk doesn't need to wear a hat when he takes his disciples to the cafeteria to eat."

Because many tourists who come to the haunted house know that the boss has invited eminent monks from the Jialan Temple. When eating in the cafeteria, there are always people who come to take photos, sign autographs, make appointments, and ask for consecration with Buddhist beads, which annoys the abbot. Clothes don't help either.

How is it going now? When I sat in the cafeteria, at least four out of ten people were bald, and the abbot and his disciples disappeared.

"Very well, keep it up."

In fact, the people who come to the haunted house are not really for the sake of hair growth. The main reason is that they have a good reputation of "scaring you without discussing", and their reputation has expanded a lot during this time. It's just a meme.

On the day when the Chuci incident happened, the official account sent an account explanation——

"Welcome Song Zhenren of Qingniu Temple in Qinglu Mountain to lead his disciples Qingshan, Qinglian, Qingyun and others to visit the haunted house. During the visit, Song Zhenren had a cordial meeting with Abbot Fakong of Jialan Temple. The disciples of both sides hosted the haunted house owner Mr. Chu Xiayou conducted an exchange of Buddhism and Taoism, and made an advanced demonstration for the realization of religious unity under the background of socialism."

With pictures [Abbot Fakong.jpg], [Song Daochang.jpg], [Boss Chu.jpg].

No one cared about the first two photos. At best, I sighed that he was indeed the host of the Daoist Temple/Temple, and he was quite elegant, but the bottom of the last one was all——

"Lick lick."

"The little boss is mine!"

"Ah, I can do this beauty!"

Shen Yan was not very happy to see his fiancé being coveted by so many people, but he didn't say anything, but pretended to look at his phone seriously when the King of Ghosts came to No. 488 one day.

"What are you looking at?" Ghost King asked.

Shen Yan took back the phone.

"Don't hide!" The ghost king stretched out his hand and snatched it: "Don't think I didn't see it, I saw Xiaoci's earlobe!"

"Can you recognize just one earlobe?"

"Of course!" Ghost King proudly said, "His earlobe is different, and there is a little red mole on it, very cute!"

"give me!"

Shen Yan let go and asked him to take the phone away.

The ghost king looked at the comments under the photo, and his smile gradually disappeared.

He was quiet for three seconds, and then flew into a rage: "Who are these? I want to flesh them out! I want to find a ghost who was a programmer before he was alive to be my subordinate! I want all the ghosts under my command to enter their dreams one by one! Scare them to death!"

"Who do you want to scare to death?" Chu Ci happened to come over and glanced at him: "Human flesh breaks the law."

"But you reminded me..." Touching his chin, Chu Ci said, "The list I brought last time was too much information, it can be traced back to more than [-] years ago, and there are thousands of records of artificial surrogacy, which is not counted. For ordinary pregnant women who underwent surgery at Tianxin Hospital, it takes several months to check whether their fetuses have been made into Gumantong one by one, and the workload is too great."

"I have an idea, we can ask a programmer to grab all the user's information first, and then set the filter conditions to delete the children who have gone to school and the baby products in the shopping cart first, and focus on analyzing the rest , places of residence, or places of work where supernatural events have occurred.”

"Then compare this information with the customers who have purchased Tianxin Hospital's surrogacy services. Those who have had accidental deaths, competitors who have been in a slump, and their own wealth have grown abnormally over the years are all listed as key targets."

"What do you think of my idea?"

"It's a good idea," Shen Yan said, "But how do you find a programmer?"

"That's easy." When it came to the feather display session that the King of Ghosts liked to hear, he searched the Internet for "[-] Most Famous Programmers in China", and then put the photo in front of Chu Ci.

"Choose one. Whichever one you like, I will send a ghost to kill you tonight."

Chu Ci: "..."

He said: "No, your recruitment method is too hardcore."

These programmers are now top leaders in various industries, and they are in their prime. If they die, they will make news headlines tomorrow to demonstrate that "the programmer's work intensity has increased the probability of sudden death".

"I just thought, isn't there a lot of bald people coming to our haunted house recently... just in case."

Even if he was lucky, there should be a skilled programmer among these hundreds of bald people, right?

That afternoon, a recruitment notice written by the boss himself was posted on the outer wall of the haunted house.

"We sincerely invite a programmer to be the network supervisor and be responsible for the late-stage system writing of the haunted house. Requirements: 1. Computer-related major. 2. Master the knowledge and skills of big data collection, analysis, and information system maintenance. 3. Have good communication and collaboration Ability, gentle personality. 4. Bold! Bold! Bold! Don’t enter for the faint of heart!!!”

This job of paying five insurances and one housing fund, generous salary, and taking care of food and housing has attracted the attention of many tourists, but what excites them even more is the last bold red line "Don't enter for the faint of heart!!!"

"To be a programmer in a haunted house, the requirements are so strict." The tourists couldn't help but sigh.

But this job accidentally caught the attention of a tourist who just came out of the haunted house.

He touched his head and found the staff lounge according to the address on the recruitment notice.

"Hi, I'm here to apply for a job."

Chu Ci subconsciously glanced at the applicant's glistening head, compared with Master Fakong who was drinking tea at the side, and determined that this programmer should have good skills.

"Come on," he turned on the computer kindly, "I'll give you a whole day to compile a website that can filter out the reviews of our haunted house from major websites and social media, and distinguish the trend of time, crowd, traffic, positive reviews and negative reviews." Here comes the small program."

The programmer couldn't help but glance at the boss. Unexpectedly, the haunted house is not big, and the boss is quite aggressive.

"It won't take a whole day." He replied lightly, took out the workbook from the schoolbag he was carrying, sat down and tapped the keyboard.

So Chu Ci cleared mines on the computer in the office.

He is usually considered a master minesweeper, but today he can't even pass the intermediate level, because the ghost king is sitting on the handle of the swivel chair and pointing.

"this!"

"Hey, I mean this is Ray."

"Let go, let me do it!"

After the ghost king was killed 101 times, Chu Ci held back his anger and patted him on the shoulder affectionately.

"Give up. Just like Brother Tianqing said, you have no brains."

"It's as if he has feelings." The ghost king muttered.

This is the second time I heard this sentence recently, and Chu Ci felt a strange feeling in his heart. Before he had time to ask, the programmer on the side pushed the keyboard: "It's done."

He stood up blankly.

Chu Ci looked down and saw that the interface was simple and the functions were clear. Although there was no beautification and rendering, it was enough for daily use.

He watched the programmer demonstrate the function to himself, and said, "You're hired!"

"Oh." The programmer still looked neither happy nor sad.

Chu Ci felt a little strange, he asked: "Five insurances and one housing fund, food and housing, normal weekends, no overtime, the job content is to complete the design and maintenance of the haunted house logistics system under the guidance of the boss. Can you accept it? Can we accept it? Just sign the contract."

"Also, if you have any other requests, you can also ask them."

"..."

The programmer looked down at the contract that Zheng Lian had just printed out, and it was exactly what Chu Ci said.

He said, "I have an unfeeling request."

"what?"

"Can you call out the ghost girl in the white dress at the corner on the second floor, the one who hangs upside down from the roof with a 'dong' sound."

"What do you want to do?" Chu Ci was wary.

"It's nothing." A blush appeared on the dull face of the programmer: "I just want to try to date her."

Chu Ci: "..."

There are so many tourists who have visited the haunted house. He has only seen "ah, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah" and climbing out of "嘤 嘤 嘤 嘤 嘤 嘤 嘤 嘤 嘤".

Sure enough, he is a programmer who can be left behind, hardcore enough.

"Aren't you afraid?" Chu Ci asked Zheng Lian to find Lian Congyun, the female ghost in a white dress on the second floor, and ask her what she meant, while he asked curiously.

"Fear is fear." The programmer sat calmly, and he described calmly: "The moment she hung upside down from the roof, blood dripped from the tip of her hair onto my face, and I froze in place. , My heart almost exploded with a 'bang'."

"You don't know, I haven't tasted the feeling of a heartbeat for a long time, and I think this may be true love."

"..."

Chu Ci felt that this was more like a heart attack caused by excessive shock.

At this moment, Zheng Lian walked in and whispered something in his ear.

Chu Ci said: "Sorry, Mr. Qian."

"how?"

"Our employee said she didn't want to date you."

"why?"

"She doesn't like men."

She prefers male ghosts, Chu Ci added in his heart.

Programmer Qian Tongjia felt a little disappointed. He sighed and said, "I thought working here would cure my emotional deficiency, but it looks like it won't work."

Even so, he picked up the pen and signed the work contract with two strokes.

"???" Chu Ci looked puzzled: "Mr. Qian?"

"Where to work is not work," Qian Tongjia said: "Besides, I did experience mood swings that I haven't seen in many years here today. I plan to try it for a while and go into the haunted house every day, although the female ghost girl doesn't like it. Me, but maybe there is another ghost that can make my long-silent heart beat again?"

Chu Ci: "..."

He thought to himself, this is not a serious work attitude, is it?Are you here to pick up our excellent employees?

But Chu Ci didn't say anything, he silently put away the contract, and decided to add an article to the employee code tomorrow——

Office romance deduction of wages!Buckle up!The boss doesn't count!

"Amitabha."

At this moment, Master Fakong, who had been sitting beside him drinking tea, suddenly recited a Buddhist mantra.

"What's the matter, Abbot?"

The abbot said surprisingly: "This money benefactor, I see that your lack of energy is not a common disease, you are sick here!"

After that, he pointed to his forehead.

Qian Tongjia looked at the abbot's hand: "You... Why are you like this? What's wrong with me being bald? Are all programmers like this? Aren't you bald too? There's still discrimination against baldness?"

"Amitabha," the abbot shook his head: "The poor monk is not referring to your Mediterranean Sea, but the poor monk is saying that there is a soul missing from the altar of the benefactor."

The author has something to say:

Ghost King: Countdown to falling off the horse.