19-year-old Wang Yaxin

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1: Romantic Luck?
"Hello?"
"Hello, is this Ms. Wang Yaxin? This is Jieda Express. You have several packages arriving." Fang Zhiqiang spoke mechanically to the delivery slip in his hand.
"Where are you?" The so-called Ms. Wang Yaxin asked coldly, though Fang Zhiqiang had to admit, her voice was very pleasant.
"I'm outside your complex. I was supposed to deliver it inside, but the security guard wouldn't let me in. So, I'll have to trouble you to come outside to pick it up. Or you could call the property management and explain, and I'll bring it in for you."
Fang Zhiqiang explained. He had no choice; this was a high-end villa area with tight security, and the security guards would never let someone like Fang Zhiqiang, a deliveryman, into the complex.
"I'm at work right now, not home."
"Well then, I've left your things at your security guard's office. Please tell your guard to sign for them."
"No, my things are all imported from overseas, quite valuable. I must inspect them in person."
"But...but...you're not home?" Fang Zhiqiang was a little embarrassed. "
Wait for me there. I'll be off work in two hours."
"Ah...how about this, Ms. Wang, tell me when you'll be home tomorrow or the day after, and I'll deliver them then. I have many deliveries to make today, I..." "
I'm not going to talk to you about that. I need my things today, I can't wait until tomorrow. I get off work at 5:30, and I'll be home by 6 at the latest. You wait for me at the entrance of the complex at 6. If you're not there by 6, I'll call and complain about you, that's it!" The woman on the other end said very unreasonably and forcefully, then hung up the phone.
"Damn it, is she on drugs or going through menopause? Overseas shopping, huh? Buying vibrators, extra-large ones, no less!" Fang Zhiqiang cursed as he hung up the phone. Actually, as a deliveryman, what kind of people hadn't he seen? Being mistreated was commonplace, but Fang Zhiqiang still couldn't help cursing.
He checked the time; it was only a little past three. If he waited here until six, he wouldn't be able to finish delivering all his packages today, and he'd definitely get a complaint. Once a complaint was filed, his salary for the month would be gone. His delivery company was very strict; customer complaints were severely punished, ranging from fines to dismissal.
But if he didn't wait, this menopausal woman would definitely complain too. Fang Zhiqiang had no choice but to immediately ride his electric tricycle to the next delivery address, making sure he was back before six. What could he do? He was just a poor, lowly deliveryman.
In a city like Shanghai, the number of packages delivered daily is astronomical. The workload for each courier at each company is staggering. Take Fang Zhiqiang, for example; he works from morning till night, barely having time for a proper lunch.
Because he needed to get back by 6 PM, Fang Zhiqiang had to speed up his deliveries.
Finally, after finishing his deliveries for the day, he floored his electric scooter and sped back towards the villa complex. Arriving at the entrance, just as he was about to make a phone call, he suddenly saw a woman walking towards him.
This woman was beautiful—in fact, stunningly beautiful. He hadn't been a courier for very long, but several months, constantly navigating the international metropolis of Shanghai, encountering thousands of people daily, including many beautiful women. However, he had never seen a woman of this caliber before.
The woman wasn't old; Fang Zhiqiang estimated she was definitely no more than thirty, maybe twenty-eight or twenty-nine at most. However, she possessed the air of a mature woman, exuding the authority and coldness of someone in a position of power. Fang Zhiqiang's first impression of her was that of a domineering female CEO.
"No need to call anymore, I am Wang Yaxin," the woman said coldly as she walked up to Fang Zhiqiang.
Fang Zhiqiang was taken aback, then forced a smile and said, "I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting."
"We agreed to meet at six o'clock, and it's already five past six. I've already called your company to complain about you," the woman said, completely ignoring Fang Zhiqiang.
Fang Zhiqiang's eyes widened, then he flew into a rage and blurted out, "Damn it, is five minutes really necessary?"
"What did you say? You're swearing?" the woman raised her eyebrows.
Fang Zhiqiang knew swearing was wrong, so he suppressed his temper and said, "Madam, I..."
"Who are you calling 'Madam'?" the woman demanded, even more displeased.
"No... Miss Wang, Ms. Wang, I waited for over two hours to deliver this package to you. We deliver packages along designated routes, from nearest to farthest, completing a full circle. I went to the furthest point to deliver this to you, and now I've come back. You know this is an electric scooter; it can't go that fast. You're complaining about me just because it took five minutes? That's so... so unreasonable!"
Fang Zhiqiang felt incredibly wronged. He wanted to call her unethical, but he held back. If things escalated and she complained again, he'd really be screwed.
"Going the extra time is your problem. Since you're in the service industry, you should understand the principles of service. Don't even mention five minutes; even a second more is a problem with your service attitude. I told the security guard to come in with my car and take me home." The woman completely ignored Fang Zhiqiang, turned around, got into a beautiful BMW 7 Series parked at the entrance, and drove into the residential area.
"Damn it, that slut, obviously sexually frustrated, no man at home, going through menopause. My five hundred yuan! Damn it! I've lost it all to this woman today. Old Bi was right, pretty women are all venomous, not a single one of them is good." Fang Zhiqiang cursed as he rode his bike behind the BMW.
This was a villa area, the whole community was like a large park, surrounded by green trees, the environment was very elegant, and luxurious villas were hidden behind rows of large trees and flowers. To be honest, although Fang Zhiqiang had been working as a courier for several months, this was the first time he had delivered packages to such an upscale villa area, which was also his first experience of the lifestyle of the rich.
The BMW was not driving fast, obviously waiting for Fang Zhiqiang, but even at its slowest speed, it was still much faster than Fang Zhiqiang's second-hand electric tricycle. Fang Zhiqiang almost lost track of it, but he managed to see the location and then followed it into the yard of a villa.
Fang Zhiqiang parked his tricycle behind the BMW and got out.
"There are eleven packages in total. Please sign for them one by one!" Fang Zhiqiang took out a stack of forms from his bag, checked them against the contents, and then handed them to Wang Yaxin.
"Open them one by one. I need to make sure the goods are all intact before I sign for them," the woman said coldly.
"Ms. Wang, it's not wrong for you to open and inspect the packages before signing, but you have to do the opening yourself. We're not responsible for opening them. If I open them and there's a problem, it becomes my responsibility even if it's not mine. Who can I complain to then?"
Chapter 2: The Bad Woman
"If you don't open them, I'll call and complain," the woman replied succinctly.
"You... damn it! You win, okay?" Fang Zhiqiang's cheeks puffed up with anger. Finally, he pulled out a small knife from his bag and began to open each package for her.
"Look, is this okay? This one's fine too. This one... this one's fine too." Fang Zhiqiang opened all the packages in one go, piled them all on the ground, and finally said, "Now you can sign for them, right?"
"Give me a pen." The woman took the pen from Fang Zhiqiang and signed the receipt.
Fang Zhiqiang took the receipt and got into his car to go home.
"Wait a minute."
"What else do you want, ma'am? Don't be so polite, don't feel guilty about letting me stay for dinner. I work in the service industry, I'm a Good Samaritan, and Good Samaritans don't need to eat." Fang Zhiqiang was already angry, and said sourly.
"You're dreaming. Move all these things inside." The woman pointed to the large pile of things on the ground and said to Fang Zhiqiang.
"Seriously, ma'am? I'm a deliveryman, not a mover. I've already brought it to your door. You want me to carry it all the way inside? Our service motto is door-to-door delivery, not inside delivery. Sorry, you'll have to carry it yourself!" Fang Zhiqiang said arrogantly. Since the order was already signed, he didn't need to ask her for anything more.
"You're not going to carry it? If you don't, I'll call your company and complain." Wang Yaxin said, taking out her phone.
"Fine, fine, you're the boss and I'm the grandson, okay? Just say what you want. It's just moving some things, no big deal. You can just ask me to carry it inside, right? It's pointless to keep threatening to complain. Can't people have some basic friendliness and trust?"
Hearing that she was going to complain again, Wang Zhiqiang immediately lost his temper, obediently got out of the car, and started muttering uncontrollably as he began to move the packages on the ground.
"Be careful, if you break anything, your salary won't be enough to pay for it." The woman ignored Wang Zhiqiang's nagging and turned to walk into the villa.
"Damn, she's obviously lacking male attention, her endocrine system is out of whack." Fang Zhiqiang cursed as he followed behind the woman, carrying his things.
"What did you say? Say it again?" The woman turned around, glaring at Fang Zhiqiang.
"N-nothing... I didn't say anything. I just said you're young, capable, gentle, and generous, yes, gentle and generous, nothing else." Fang Zhiqiang quickly made up an excuse.
"You'd better watch your mouth." The woman glared at Fang Zhiqiang, then knocked on the door. A middle-aged woman, clearly a housekeeper, came out.
"Madam is back!"
"Hmm, bring it in." The woman said casually, then went inside.
"Where to put it?" Fang Zhiqiang asked irritably as he carried in a large pile of things.
"Put it on the coffee table, unpack it, and take all the boxes out to throw away." The woman ordered Fang Zhiqiang without turning back as she walked into the room.
"Damn it, do you really think I'm your long-term laborer? I deliver a package for a whole day and earn two yuan per package from you. I do all that work as a porter and cleaner, and you still complain about me. Every time you complain, I get fined five hundred yuan. Did I owe you something in my past life or something?" Fang Zhiqiang finally couldn't hold back anymore and threw everything on the coffee table.
"It's alright, it's alright, Madam, I'll just take these things out and throw them away." This is what her housekeeper said hurriedly.
"Auntie, it's alright, throwing away the trash is a small matter, it's something I can do on the side, anyway, I'm going out. The problem isn't whether to throw away the trash or not, it's a matter of attitude, it's just that you went too far, you know?" Fang Zhiqiang saw the housekeeper coming over to clean up and rushed to open the boxes one by one. While opening them, he said to Wang Yaxin, "Sister, can I ask you for a favor?"
"What is it?" Wang Yaxin said seriously.
"Please, please don't use our courier service anymore! If you do, I'll still have to deliver to this area. I really can't afford to serve you anymore. I need to eat and live too. I have elderly parents and young children to support. If you do this every few days, my meager salary won't even cover the fines. Please, have pity on this lowly courier!"
Fang Zhiqiang said, carrying a large pile of trash as he walked out.
"You..." Wang Yaxin was so angry at Fang Zhiqiang's words that she pointed at her hand
, speechless. "Alright, I said, don't ask me to stay for dinner. Don't be polite. Goodbye, oh no, never again," Fang Zhiqiang said as he walked away, closing the door behind him.
"What bad luck! I'd better avoid pretty women like this in the future. No wonder the fortune teller said I'd be plagued by romantic entanglements this year. Look, I've already had one today. Five hundred yuan, you son of a bitch!" Fang Zhiqiang cursed incessantly as he rode his bike.
"Hey, ma'am, this bottle looks a bit scratched," said the cleaning lady who was tidying up, holding up a bottle shortly after Fang Zhiqiang left.
"Let me see," Wang Yaxin said, walking over and taking the delicate little bottle. Sure enough, there were obvious scratches on it.
"Go and call him back," Wang Yaxin quickly told the cleaning lady.
The cleaning lady ran out, then came back, saying, "He's gone."
Wang Yaxin looked at it, took the bottle, went out, and then drove off in her car.
Thinking of the five hundred yuan fine, Fang Zhiqiang felt a pang of heartache. He sighed, a five-yuan pack cigarette dangling from his lips, and hummed as he rode his tricycle: "Ah... five hundred, you're a hundred more than four hundred, ah... five hundred, you're a hundred less than six hundred. My five hundred yuan, how could you just leave me like that? I can't bear to part with you!"
Just as Fang Zhiqiang rode his electric bike out of the residential area and onto the road, he saw a four or five-year-old child running into the middle of the road to pick up a toy ball. Just then, a car suddenly sped towards them from the opposite direction at an extremely high speed, heading straight for the child without any sign of slowing down.
Fang Zhiqiang's eyes widened, he threw away his cigarette, jumped off his electric scooter, and ran towards the child. He grabbed the child and threw himself to the ground, rolling several times until they reached the other side of the road.
The driver seemed to only realize someone was ahead when he saw Fang Zhiqiang, slamming on the brakes and swerving sharply. Fang Zhiqiang practically rolled away from the car's tires with the child in his arms, narrowly avoiding being run over.
Fang Zhiqiang rolled to the side of the road with the child in his arms. Only he knew the extent of the danger he had just experienced. To be honest, his heart was pounding, and he was covered in sweat.
However, before he could even stand up, he heard a loud bang. Fang Zhiqiang turned around and saw the car that had crashed into the wall of a nearby residential area, completely overturned with its wheels in the air.
It turned out that the driver had been distracted and hadn't noticed the child in the middle of the road. It wasn't until Fang Zhiqiang ran over that she saw the child in front of the car. Panicked, she swerved the steering wheel, and due to the high speed, the car flipped over, spun several times, and crashed into the wall of the residential complex before coming to a stop.
Fang Zhiqiang put the child down and said, "Go back to your mother quickly and have her take you to the hospital to check if you're hurt. Hurry!"
He then rushed to the car.
The car was overturned, and the driver was unconscious. Moreover, Fang Zhiqiang noticed the most critical problem: the car was leaking oil.
Furthermore, for some reason, a spot near the tire had started to catch fire. Judging from scenes in American blockbusters, Fang Zhiqiang estimated it was about to explode, or at least catch fire. If he didn't get the driver out soon, the driver would probably die inside.
Chapter 3: Unemployment
Fang Zhiqiang ignored the bleeding skin on his hands from rescuing the child. He opened the car door, grabbed the driver inside, and started dragging him out. He pulled for a moment but couldn't move, then realized the driver was still wearing a seatbelt.
Fang Zhiqiang immediately crawled inside, unbuckled the seatbelt, and then, lying on the ground, braced his feet against the door and pulled the driver out little by little. It took a lot of effort to finally get the driver out. He then got up, grabbed the driver, and started running. After about ten steps, the car exploded with a loud bang, followed by a burst of flames.
Seeing this, Fang Zhiqiang's legs went weak. In just a minute or two, he had twice brushed with death. He stood there, almost in a daze, holding the female driver, staring at the burning car. Bystanders quickly dialed emergency services, while traffic police on duty nearby sped towards the scene.
Unbeknownst to Fang Zhiqiang, while he was lost in thought, the female driver he was holding was also staring blankly at him, intently, before finally closing her eyes. Only
after regaining his senses did Fang Zhiqiang put the driver down. He then realized the driver was a woman. In the nick of time, focused solely on saving lives, Fang Zhiqiang hadn't paid attention to whether the driver was male or female.
After the ordeal, both of them were covered in soot and dirt. Fang Zhiqiang couldn't make out what the woman looked like, nor did he care.
He reached out and touched the woman's nose; thankfully, she was still breathing. Just then, the police arrived. Seeing the police arrive, Fang Zhiqiang got up from the ground and walked to his electric scooter. He was covered in sweat and dust.
He took off his jacket, brushed it off, and it was full of dust. Then he noticed that his entire arm was covered in blood. When he rescued the child, his arm had rubbed against the ground, and a large patch of skin was chafed. He hadn't noticed it before, but now he felt the pain.
Fang Zhiqiang quickly pulled up his jacket; his arm was a bloody mess.
Looking back, he saw many police cars at the scene. Fang Zhiqiang took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and then got on his electric scooter and started driving back. He was halfway there when he heard the siren of an ambulance.
Behind Fang Zhiqiang's electric scooter, at the entrance of the residential area, a BMW was parked. A woman inside the BMW had observed the whole scene. The woman stared at the disheveled Fang Zhiqiang, seemingly lost in thought, and finally smiled meaningfully.
If Fang Zhiqiang saw this unbelievably beautiful woman, he would definitely exclaim in surprise. This woman was Wang Yaxin, the one who had previously complained about him.
Fang Zhiqiang checked the time; it was already past 6:30. Half an hour had passed since then, and he needed to hurry back, otherwise the company would be closed, and he would be fined if he couldn't submit his delivery orders for the day. Thinking of this, Fang Zhiqiang ignored the blood seeping from his hands and rushed to the company.
When Fang Zhiqiang arrived at the company, he was relieved that not everyone had left yet; at least the manager was still there, surprisingly.
"Manager, you're still working so late!" Fang Zhiqiang said to the manager with a smile, even a hint of flattery.
"I'm waiting for you," the manager said coldly.
"Waiting for me? Oh, manager, you're so meticulous about your work! You're a great role model for us all. I must learn from you, work hard, and put work first..." Fang Zhiqiang began his shameless flattery.
"Alright, alright, do you know why I'm waiting for you?" the manager said impatiently.
"Wasn't it to... wait for my orders today?" Fang Zhiqiang asked, somewhat surprised.
"Is that my job? Why would I sit here waiting for you this late just for a few orders?" the manager said irritably. Then, the manager took an envelope from his desk drawer and tossed it in front of Fang Zhiqiang, saying, "This is your salary from last month and your commission for this month. It's all inside. Please check it."
"Salary paid? Why is it early this month? And you've already paid this month's salary? It's not even halfway through the month! Manager, something feels off." Fang Zhiqiang also felt something was amiss. "
There's a total of 8,300 yuan here. I asked the finance department, and your salary last month was 5,400 yuan, and this month it's 1,900 yuan. Of course, that doesn't include today's, so it's 7,300 yuan in total.
"Considering you've always been quite diligent at work, I had the finance department give you an extra 1,000 yuan as personal compensation, plus your commission for today. Take it, and behave yourself in the future." "The manager continued calmly.
"Manager, what exactly happened?" Fang Zhiqiang was completely confused.
"Do I have to spell it out? To put it simply, you're fired. Take your money and leave your electric scooter keys!"
"Why? Why are you firing me? Manager, you have to give me a reason! You can't fire me for no reason!"
"Would I fire you for no reason? I'm asking you, didn't you deliver a package to a woman named Wang Yaxin today?"
"Yes, there is such a woman. So what?"
"So what? You'll have to ask yourself that. This afternoon she called head office to complain about you, saying you were late. Then, not long ago, she called again, specifically asking the company to fire you." "
Is this woman crazy? I was only five minutes late for our appointment! It's not like she's so cruel as to fire me! But manager, you're firing me just because of one phone call? Don't you even want to know what happened?" "
She said there were scratches on the inner packaging of the item she gave you, and she's complaining about you, saying the item is worth over 30,000 yuan. She wants the company to fire you, and if the company doesn't, she'll have her lawyer sue our company in court and fight it to the end.
"You know we're a courier company, and the competition is fierce. There are at least forty or fifty courier companies of all sizes in Shanghai alone, not including logistics companies. And our head office has two branches in Shanghai. I know this isn't your fault, it has nothing to do with you, but we can't take that risk.
"If she really sues, our company's reputation will be damaged, and most importantly, my impression with the head office leadership will be bad. So, the only thing we can do is fire you. You're young and energetic; you can find a job anywhere." "So, even though she gave you several complaints, I didn't deduct your salary according to regulations. In fact, I gave you an extra thousand yuan as compensation.
" The manager pleaded earnestly. "We usually get along well, and I've treated you pretty well, haven't I? Please be understanding; I had no choice."
Hearing this, Fang Zhiqiang suddenly froze, then let out a few cold laughs after a long pause. He said, "I understand you, but who the hell understands me? Fine, I won't waste any more words with you. So what if I'm fired? If they don't want me here, there are plenty of other places that will.
Remember, this thousand yuan isn't compensation from you; it's what I deserve. Damn it, last month I treated you to dinner and spent over eight hundred, plus today's salary, it's exactly one thousand. Baldy, with your way of handling things, you're wasting your talent not being the Secretary-General of the United Nations."
Chapter 4: "You damn bitch?"
Fang Zhiqiang said, picking up an envelope from the table and walking out. After taking a couple of steps, he turned back, walked to the table, picked up a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes that the manager had left on it, and walked out again.
"What are you doing? Why are you taking my cigarettes?"
"I'm out of cigarettes. Don't chase me. If you chase me again, I'll take your car wheels off, you believe me? You've smoked so many of my cigarettes, what's wrong with me taking one pack?" Fang Zhiqiang pointed at the manager who had chased after him, then turned and walked out of the company.
Outside the company, Fang Zhiqiang was furious. Putting aside what was wrong with that woman who insisted on going against him, it was this manager. For this job, for future development, and to get more orders and more money every day, he had always treated this manager well, giving him cigarettes, treating him to meals, and acting like a grandson in front of him. This grandson treated him like a brother when he was taking advantage of him, but when it came to this, he immediately turned his back on him.
Knowing full well that this matter had absolutely nothing to do with Fang Zhiqiang and was not his fault at all, he still dismissed Fang Zhiqiang without hesitation to avoid jeopardizing his official position. Fang Zhiqiang was heartbroken. He
slowly rode his old bicycle, which he had bought for eighty yuan from a scrap shop, along the road. Passing the familiar bank, he felt the envelope containing money in his pocket, took his card, and went to the ATM. He deposited all eight thousand yuan into the card, then checked his balance. With the eight thousand three thousand, he now had a total of nine thousand two hundred yuan.
Looking at the pitiful number, Fang Zhiqiang smiled helplessly again. He took out a small notebook from his pocket, opened it, and saw that it was filled with names, bank account numbers, and amounts—some as high as thirty or forty thousand yuan, others as low as seven or eight thousand.
Fang Zhiqiang crossed out the first few transactions, then found the third one. Using the provided bank account number, he transferred 9,000 yuan from his own card and crossed it out as well. After crossing it out, Fang Zhiqiang counted again, sighed, and muttered to himself, "Still owe 523,000 yuan!"
Walking out of the bank, thinking about how he had finally found this job and now it was gone again, he was instantly furious. He vented all his anger on Wang Yaxin. If this woman hadn't insisted on going against him, how could he have ended up like this? Thinking
this, Fang Zhiqiang couldn't hold back any longer. He took out his phone and started searching for Wang Yaxin's phone number. However, as a deliveryman, he had at least a hundred call records every day, all from unknown numbers. How was he supposed to know which one was Wang Yaxin's?
"Damn it, I can't stand it anymore! I'm not human if I don't vent this anger today, you bitch!" Fang Zhiqiang cursed as he rode his bicycle towards Wang Yaxin's apartment complex. He
was stopped by the security guard at the entrance again. Wang Zhiqiang offered the guard a pack of cigarettes—the same pack of Zhonghua cigarettes he'd snatched from the manager's desk—and explained that he needed to pick up a package from the woman's house that afternoon. The guard remembered Fang Zhiqiang, and since he was wearing a courier company uniform, he let him in.
Fang Zhiqiang rode his bicycle straight to Wang Yaxin's house, pushed open the iron gate, and parked his bike in the yard.
Reaching the door, he didn't ring the doorbell, but banged on the door as if venting all his anger on their doorstep.
"Coming, coming!" Their housekeeper opened the door, and seeing Fang Zhiqiang, asked curiously, "Why are you here again?"
"Where is she? Is that 'Mother Teresa' home?" Fang Zhiqiang asked irritably.
"Auntie, who is it?" Wang Yaxin's voice came from inside.
"It's your grandpa." Fang Zhiqiang went straight in as soon as he heard Wang Yaxin was home. He saw Wang Yaxin sitting at the dining table eating.
"Why are you here again?" Wang Yaxin looked at Fang Zhiqiang, seemingly not surprised at all, and asked while continuing to eat.
"Why am I here? You're asking me why I'm here? Don't you know yourself? I'm telling you, how can you be so mean? Do you have irregular periods or abnormal vaginal discharge? Are you hormonally deficient and lacking a man, why are you taking it out on me? What did I do to you?
I'm just a deliveryman. I delivered to you at three o'clock, and you told me to come at six. I had no choice but to go around in circles, walking at least ten miles back to deliver to you. You son of a bitch, I was five minutes late and you complained about me, and that's fine." "I brought it all to you, I even unpacked it for you, carried it in like a porter, and cleaned it for you. I treated you like a grandson, like a grandmother.
" "And then, you fucking called to complain about me and got the company to fire me. What did I do to offend you? Did I take your virginity or kill your father? Do you have such a deep-seated hatred for me?" Fang Zhiqiang launched into a tirade, hurling every nasty insult imaginable.
Wang Yaxin was furious after hearing Fang Zhiqiang's words, her face cold, but to Fang Zhiqiang's surprise, she didn't lash out at him. Instead, she waited until he finished hurling his insults before calmly asking, "Are you done?"
"No, I came here today specifically to curse you!"
"Then keep cursing, I'm listening." The woman finished speaking and continued eating.
The woman's attitude made Fang Zhiqiang feel very uncomfortable, like throwing a punch with all your might only to hit thin air—utterly unsatisfying. Fang Zhiqiang had come prepared to fight this woman to the death, but now it seemed like he was the only one making a scene.
"You're not playing by the rules! This attitude is wrong! What do you mean, 'I'll keep cursing'? Did I do something wrong by cursing you? I've been very polite by not hitting you. I came here today to ask you, why are you treating me like this? Give me a reason, or else...?" Fang Zhiqiang said fiercely.
Chapter 5: He who eats another's food is bound to do so
. "Or else what are you going to do?" the woman asked calmly, seemingly unconcerned about Fang Zhiqiang's threat.
"Otherwise...otherwise..." Fang Zhiqiang thought for a long time but couldn't figure out what he could do to this woman. Finally, he said fiercely, "Otherwise, I'm not leaving your house today."
"What? Planning to act like a rogue? Should I call the police?" The woman said calmly, then said to the housekeeper, "Auntie, go get the first-aid kit. Could you put some medicine on his hand and bandage it?"
"Huh?" Fang Zhiqiang was confused by the woman's attitude. He looked at his still blood-stained arm, waved his hand, and said, "Don't pretend to be a good guy. My hand is fine. I don't need your help. I just want to ask you, what did I do to offend you that you insist on fighting me to the death?"
"Put some iodine on it, then some penicillin, and bandage it with gauze." The woman completely ignored Fang Zhiqiang and said to the housekeeper who brought out the first-aid kit.
"Yes, madam." The housekeeper did as she was told, walked to Fang Zhiqiang's side, and began to prepare the first-aid kit.
"No need, Auntie, my hand is fine. No need, I wouldn't dare trouble you, I can do it myself!" Fang Zhiqiang said politely, feeling very embarrassed.
"It's alright. Oh dear, what happened to your hand? How did this happen?" the auntie asked quickly after seeing Fang Zhiqiang's hand.
"Well... I accidentally fell off my bike and this happened. It's nothing serious. Ouch!" Fang Zhiqiang initially spoke seriously, but suddenly cried out in pain as the auntie applied iodine to his hand. Only those who have experienced it can understand the stinging sensation.
"What's wrong? Does it hurt? It's okay, just bear with it." The aunt was startled by Fang Zhiqiang's groans and comforted him.
"It's okay, it's okay, please continue, please continue." Fang Zhiqiang said through gritted teeth,
pretending to be strong. "Alright, it's fine now. Remember not to get this hand wet for the next few days, and it's best to change the dressing every day. It should be fine." The aunt reminded Fang Zhiqiang after bandaging him.
"Has he eaten? Auntie, could you get him a bowl and chopsticks?" Wang Yaxin said slowly after Fang Zhiqiang finished bandaging him.
"What's wrong? Feeling guilty? You think you can make me stop hating you with these little favors? Let me tell you, no way. As the ancients said, poverty and hardship cannot sway, power and force cannot subdue, wealth and honor cannot corrupt. What else? That's right, I won't eat food offered with contempt. Let me tell you, I won't eat your food!" Fang Zhiqiang said firmly.
"Auntie, go back to your room and rest after you've finished eating. I have some things to discuss with him." Wang Yaxin seemed completely uninterested in Fang Zhiqiang, smiling as she spoke to their housekeeper.
"Yes, Madam." The housekeeper replied and went into a room.
"Really not eating?" The woman turned to look at Fang Zhiqiang.
"No, I'm not eating. I'm here to get my revenge. How can I scold you after I've eaten your food?" Fang Zhiqiang said firmly, but his demeanor was no longer half as forceful as when he entered.
"Whatever. If you don't eat, I'll have the housekeeper throw the food away." The woman said calmly.
"No, that's such a waste. You're such a spendthrift." Fang Zhiqiang said, picking up his chopsticks and starting to eat. He was truly hungry, his mouth watering at the sight of the food on the table.
"I got up in the morning, went out for breakfast, and then spent the whole day busy. I didn't even have time for lunch, just bought two bread rolls and a bottle of mineral water from a roadside stall. By this time of day, who wouldn't be hungry? My stomach was growling.
" Fang Zhiqiang said, still fuming, while eating. "I just want to ask you, why did you insist on getting me fired? Why are you so heartless? What good would it do you to be fired? Although I was a little harsh with you today, you don't have to let me lose my job over such a small thing, do you? We've never had any grudges or conflicts."
"Is this job important to you?" The woman, who had already finished eating, sat opposite Fang Zhiqiang and asked calmly.
"Isn't that obvious? Whose job isn't important? No job, no salary, what am I supposed to eat and use? Do you think everyone is like you, living in a mansion and driving a luxury car, with more money than they could ever spend in their lifetime even if they didn't work?"
"Are you short of money?" the woman asked again.
"Please stop asking these brainless questions, okay? Is there anyone in this world who doesn't need money? Who would complain about having too much money?"
"How much do you earn a month?"
"Why are you asking?" Fang Zhiqiang looked at Wang Yaxin warily.
"What? You think I'm after your little bit of money?"
"A little over five thousand, sometimes over six thousand when I'm busy, and about five thousand when I'm not. You look down on that salary, don't you?"
"Are you married?"
"No, I'm single. I only have to feed myself."
"How old are you this year?"
"Are you checking my household registration?" Fang Zhiqiang finally couldn't hold back anymore.
"What's wrong? Is your age a secret?"
"I'm a man, no breasts. I'm twenty-eight this year. I only used some medicine from your family and ate one meal. Is it necessary to check my household registration?" Fang Zhiqiang said irritably.
"Well, it was wrong of me to complain about you today and cause you to lose your job. I apologize. I happen to have some things to do and I'm looking to hire someone to help me. How about you work for me tomorrow?" the woman said casually.
"Work for you?"
"Yes!" the woman nodded.
"You wish! You're dreaming! You want me to work for you? A woman like you? Anyone who works for you will lose at least ten years of their life. I can't afford to serve someone like you."
"You earn five thousand a month at the courier company. I'll give you ten thousand a month, one or two days a week. It's up to you whether you want to or not. If you don't want to, you can leave after you finish your meal." The woman wasn't angry at Fang Zhiqiang's words.
"How much? Ten thousand?" Fang Zhiqiang's eyes widened.
"Yes, as long as you do a good job, we can discuss the salary later."
"Two days a week?"
"Currently, one day a week, or to be precise, about three hours a week."
"You're not lying to me, are you? Is there such a good job in the world?"
"You're willing, aren't you?" the woman said impatiently.
"I'm not going to help you print counterfeit money, am I? Let me tell you, I won't do anything illegal, no matter how much money you offer."
The woman finally couldn't help but glare at Fang Zhiqiang, then said directly, "Do I look like the kind of person who would do illegal things?" "
That's hard to say, you can't judge a book by its cover." Fang Zhiqiang replied.
"You... fine, if you don't want to do it, then get out of here, or I'll call the building security to kick you out." The woman finally got angry.
"No, no, no, I'll do it, I didn't say I wouldn't, but you have to tell me what it is, right?"
"You'll find out when the time comes."
"No, the conditions you're offering, and you're not telling me what it is, I'm starting to feel uneasy." Fang Zhiqiang was a little unsure.
"Didn't I tell you, this job isn't illegal, it's just helping me solve some personal problems, but you have to promise a few things. First, you have to be available whenever I call you. Whenever I call you, you have to come." Wang Yaxin said directly.
"You have to come even if I call you at midnight?"
"Of course, listen carefully, be there whenever I call. You must be there immediately if I need you. Second, it must be kept secret. No one but you and I can know about this. Third, you can't have any other work; you can only serve me." (Due to space limitations, follow the WeChat public account [玉箫] and reply with the number 97 to continue reading the exciting story!) Wang Yaxin laid out all her conditions. After hearing Wang Yaxin's words, Fang Zhiqiang stared wide-eyed at her, then suddenly stood up and said, "Damn it, I'm a grown man, I would never be your gigolo." Wang Yaxin was stunned by Fang Zhiqiang's words, and after a long while, she understood what he meant. Her hands trembled with anger, and she pointed to the door, saying, "Get out! Get out of here!"
Seeing Wang Yaxin's anger, Fang Zhiqiang was also stunned, scratching his head and asking, "Didn't you want me to be your gigolo?"
"Are you that shameless?" Wang Yaxin asked irritably.
"No, it's just... it's just... there are some people who inevitably have certain peculiar tastes, maybe they just like someone like me who's dark-skinned," Fang Zhiqiang muttered to himself.
"I'm too lazy to waste my breath on you. Here's the deal: if you're willing to do it, wait for me at the entrance of the complex at 8:30 tomorrow morning. If you're not, I'll find someone else. Okay, you can get lost now," Wang Yaxin said irritably.
"Wait!"
"What's wrong?"
"I want to eat another bowl of rice."
"Suit yourself, you can eat until you're
stuffed." Wang Yaxin finished speaking and went upstairs to the second floor. Fang Zhiqiang didn't stand on ceremony, picked up a bowl and filled it with rice, ate two bowls, found some tissues in Wang Yaxin's house to wipe his mouth, then took a toothpick and slowly walked out of Wang Yaxin's house while picking his teeth. As he rode his bicycle back, Fang Zhiqiang suddenly felt a little confused. Wasn't he supposed to be here to cause trouble for Wang Yaxin? How come he suddenly ate a meal at her house and was inexplicably doing things for her? Fang Zhiqiang didn't really care about Wang Yaxin's inexplicable job. He never believed in free lunches.
Working a few hours a week and earning 10,000 yuan a month, where in the world could you find such a thing? It was either illegal or a joke. However, Fang Zhiqiang did not refuse. He would come to see it tomorrow no matter what, because he really needed money and he couldn't be without a job.

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