The City Hunter (Complete) - 8

Chapter 55 Tang Shu's Little Secret

Zhang Ziwen felt a little embarrassed. Actually, when he got this job, the first person he wanted to tell
was Tang Shu, to let her know that he was no longer unemployed. But thinking that he was only a clerk, he felt
embarrassed and wanted to make a name for himself first. However, he had already planned to use his first month's salary to buy
Tang Shu a gift, to give her a little surprise. But it seemed that the surprise was going to be ruined.

"So, you didn't go to work today, will you get fired?" Tang Shu was a little worried about him.

"We can't worry about that now, we'll just quit and find another job," Zhang Ziwen said nonchalantly. "Don't let this
ruin our good mood. Come on, have a drink with Brother Wen."

Tang Shu had met Zhang Ziwen a few times and knew him somewhat. She knew he had
been unemployed and would cherish any job he had. Missing a day could mean being fired for a newcomer like him.
Although he said he didn't care, he must have been upset inside. Tang Shu couldn't find the right words to comfort him.
All she could do was use a sweet smile to ease his gloom.

This trick really worked on Zhang Ziwen. Looking at the beautiful Tang Shu with her radiant smile, and with a glass of champagne
sliding down his throat, Zhang Ziwen's gloomy mood gradually improved

. While Zhang Ziwen composed himself and chatted happily with Tang Shu, immersed in a warm and romantic atmosphere,
the scene in the luxury apartment was quite different. Mu Qing, who was seething with anger, was furious. Her phone
rang but suddenly hung up; subsequent calls went unanswered. She knew without a doubt that Zhang Ziwen had deliberately removed the battery—
a trick Mu Qing was adept at using on her fiancé. Unexpectedly, this despicable Zhang Ziwen would resort to such tactics
against her. Mu Qing was nearly driven mad. The phone had been ringing since the start of her workday. Not only was his phone off,
but he also didn't come to work. Even when he couldn't come, he wouldn't even call to ask for leave. Finally, she managed to get through to his cell phone, and Mu Qing
thought she could give him a good dressing down and vent her anger. But instead, he completely
ignored at all
. Did he really not want to work here anymore? Fine! "I'll grant your wish, Zhang Ziwen! You scoundrel, you shameless rogue, you
despicable bastard! I refuse to believe I can't teach you a lesson! I'll show you what's what!" Kuang Muqing casually picked up a vase from the table, and a series
of crisp, shattering sounds rang out. The fragile items in the room were truly unlucky. The

gentle morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a faint glow into the suite. On the large bed in the suite,
Zhang Ziwen was already awake, while Tang Shu slept soundly in his arms. This wasn't the first time they had slept in the same bed.
Last night, Tang Shu had been a little shy, but still blushed and snuggled into his arms. She liked
the feeling , although she had a vague feeling that things could easily go wrong, she still didn't want to be separated from Zhang Ziwen, even if he
wanted to

. Zhang Ziwen dared not move an inch, afraid of waking the person who was soundly asleep. This night of sharing a bed,
Zhang Ziwen truly experienced the pain of being a normal man. This girl practically used his chest as a pillow,
snuggling into his arms as soon as she got into bed, her face captivating, her body soft and supple. The intimate contact, all of this,
tormented Zhang Ziwen, especially the feeling of Tang Shu's mature, full breasts pressing against his chest and abdomen. It was almost
unbearable for him; he had the urge to pin her down countless times. He was torn between
his burgeoning lust and his fear of hurting her. Ultimately, his conscience triumphed over his evil thoughts. But it was too much for
Zhang Ziwen's lower body; he barely had a moment's rest all night.

Tang Shu in his arms stirred slightly; she was awake, still a little sleepy. Her beautiful eyes caught Zhang Ziwen staring
at her. Her face flushed, and she softly murmured, "Brother Wen, you're awake?"

This sweet, seductive voice made Zhang Ziwen swoon over this charming little vixen. Without hesitation,
he buried face in her and showered her with kisses. Besides her lips, her eyes, forehead, ears, cheeks, and chin all received
his passionate kisses, causing Tang Shu to shrink back and utter a series of tinkling sounds.

"Oh no, what time is it?" Tang Shu sat up, dodging the rain of kisses.

Zhang Ziwen was startled and glanced at the clock on the bedside table. "A little past 6. Still early. What's wrong?"

"It's alright, there are still more than two hours. Get up quickly, don't be late. If you don't go today, I'll definitely fire you
." Tang Shu got up first and went to the bathroom to wash up, her little mouth still nagging, "Brother Wen, hurry up!"
She seemed even more anxious than Zhang Ziwen.

Zhang Ziwen felt a warmth in his heart. This sensible girl always thinks of me. Sigh, I guess I'm probably
going to lose my .

While Zhang Ziwen went to the bathroom, Tang Shu picked up the landline from the bedside table, quickly dialed a few numbers,
glanced at Zhang Ziwen in the bathroom, and whispered, "Uncle Xiong, hurry up and drive to Repulse Bay. Just wait for
me at the lobby entrance. Oh, and pretend you don't know me, okay? Thanks, Uncle Xiong."

After breakfast, seeing that there was still an hour until 9 o'clock, Zhang Ziwen and Tang Shu went out of
the lobby entrance. A black Bentley Elegance slowly pulled up in front of them. Tang Shu opened the car door first and sat in
the back seat, then called to the stunned Zhang Ziwen, "Get in! We can't get a taxi here, so I rented a car from the hot spring
center ."

Rented such a nice car? Zhang Ziwen thought it was a bit exaggerated, but seeing all the luxury cars parked outside,
he relieved. Finding an ordinary car here was difficult, but renting this one would definitely be expensive, and Zhang Ziwen felt a
pang of sympathy for Tang Shu's wallet.

The Bentley Elegance cruised smoothly along the elevated highway. Zhang Ziwen, with Tang Shu nestled in his arms, kept his eyes fixed on
Uncle Xiong, who was driving. Just from his back, Zhang Ziwen sensed that Uncle Xiong was no ordinary person.
Analyzing Uncle Xiong's driving posture and composed demeanor, he concluded that Uncle Xiong was a man who had experienced many things. There was a hint of
special forces . This feeling was strange; Zhang Ziwen could keenly sense that the other
man had once been like him. He just didn't understand why he was a driver. Was he like him? Were they both down on their luck?

Zhang Ziwen felt good, and Uncle Xiong wasn't bad either. He didn't even need to turn around to feel Zhang Ziwen's piercing gaze. Uncle Xiong
glanced at him casually through the rearview mirror, a glance Zhang Ziwen caught. Their eyes met,
sparks flew, and Zhang Ziwen became even more certain that he had been a special forces soldier. "Damn, could he be someone from the National Security Bureau?"
Zhang Ziwen wondered.

While Zhang Ziwen was staring at Uncle Xiong, Tang Shu, nestled in his arms, felt her heart pounding like a deer. She was afraid of Zhang Ziwen...
Realizing she knew Uncle Xiong, she didn't want to reveal her identity yet, because she was afraid. She was afraid that Zhang Ziwen
would leave her if he knew her true identity, which was the last thing Tang Shu wanted to see. Identity creates
distance between people, and the intelligent Tang Shu deeply understood this. She would choose the best time to tell him the truth,
but definitely not now. She had a feeling that Brother Wen in her eyes wouldn't remain mediocre as he was now; he
would have a day when he would achieve great things. Perhaps that would be the time to tell him the truth. Right now, being by his
side, nestled in his arms, was Tang Shu's greatest wish.

The Bentley smoothly stopped across the street from the Yinmao Building. Zhang Ziwen didn't want his colleagues to see him arriving at work in
an expensive car. At the same time, he pulled Tang Shu out of the car and hailed a taxi for her. She sat in a car that looked like a National Security
officer . Zhang Ziwen was quite uneasy; he didn't want his troubles to drag the beautiful and lovely Tang Shu
into

his office. Looking at the somewhat familiar office environment, Zhang Ziwen
felt a sense . So much had happened to him in just two days: first, a violent debt settlement; then
a confrontation with the National Security Bureau; and finally, a night spent drinking coffee at the National Security Bureau. Zhang Ziwen didn't know how to describe his
feelings. Thankfully, the understanding and beautiful Tang Shu had kept him company for most of the day; otherwise, he didn't know how long this terrible, depressed mood
would have lasted. Unfortunately, his cozy days wouldn't last long. Back at the company today,
the issue of his day of absence hadn't been resolved, and he still had to face that brat. He wondered
what tricks that insidious Mu Qing would pull. The worst-case scenario was that he'd be fired. When
would ever end? Zhang Ziwen sighed, feeling somewhat helpless.

Li Yan was still on vacation, and the office felt incomplete without his charming and feminine boss.
Thinking back to their passionate encounter that day, a surge of desire rose in Zhang Ziwen's lower abdomen. Too much stimulation, yet unable to
release it . And yet, every day he was surrounded by stunningly beautiful women of all kinds, all
unattainable. He didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse. He had Li Yan's phone number, and a surge of impulse coursed through him. He
truly wanted to experience being with a woman. Perhaps only a sexy stunner like Li Yan was right for him. Zhang Ziwen
shook his head, giving a self-deprecating bitter smile.

Just then, the office phone rang suddenly. Zhang Ziwen's heart tightened slightly; he could sense it was that beautiful,
deadly woman calling. What could he say? He still had to face what he had to face, and life had to go on. He
had nothing to fear now; Mu Qing's trump card was no longer effective against him. He had already
prepared . Zhang Ziwen calmed himself down and reached for the phone.

Chapter 56 Mu Qing's Little Calculation

Zhang Ziwen's intuition was indeed quite good. The first call he received at the company early in the morning was from Mu Qing
. Sometimes, he even hated himself for having such a keen and accurate intuition. Sometimes, being too accurate wasn't
necessarily a good thing. Mu Qing's tone on the phone was indifferent, telling him to go to the general manager's office on the 34th floor immediately. After hanging up,
Zhang Ziwen sighed. This seemingly calm tone was a sign of an impending storm. He could feel
the excitement beneath Mu Qing's calmness; he could feel her excited heartbeat, the kind of heartbeat where the prey was about to be devoured. Damn it, he didn't
know what this brat was so excited about. Zhang Ziwen couldn't help but curse under his breath.

He knocked on the door of the general manager's office. A gentle, pleasant voice called out, "Come in."
Zhang Ziwen immediately became alert. He knew that if he were to be seduced by this girl's alluring voice, he might
not even know how he died. Last time, he had been tricked into collecting a seemingly easy
debt by her feigned concern. If it weren't for his own skill and ability to use force, anyone else would probably be a mummy in the
hospital . He knew Mu Qing's ruthless nature all too well. He

gently pushed open the door. A female secretary was standing by the desk, seemingly working. Mu Qing,
with a composed expression, quickly finished writing a stack of documents. She handed the documents to the secretary and instructed
, "Do it according to the instructions. Follow up quickly. Tell everyone that time is money. I don't want to
see any more delays."

The secretary agreed and turned to leave the room. "

This girl is quite capable when she works," Zhang Ziwen thought to himself. "She has the demeanor of a general."

Mu Qing glanced at Zhang Ziwen standing at the table, elegantly picked up her coffee, took a sip, and put down
the cup with a soft sigh.

"What happened to you yesterday? Why didn't you come to work?" Mu Qing's tone was light, revealing
nothing amiss.

Zhang Ziwen really didn't know how to answer this question. Should he say he'd been taken in and interrogated by the National Security Bureau? Damn, that would
scare him to death! Which company would dare hire him after that?

"I'm asking you, why aren't you saying anything? Why weren't you at work? Even if you had something to do, why didn't you ask for leave?"
Mu Qing's voice rose slightly.

What could he say? Zhang Ziwen gave a bitter smile: "I have nothing to say."

"Nothing to say? What kind of attitude is that? What do you take the company for? Your home?" Mu Qing
's voice rose another slight decibel, her expression icy.

“I said, there’s really nothing to say. I have no excuse for not coming to work yesterday, and I don’t want to make any
excuses. The company should handle it as it sees fit.”

Mu Qing’s accusatory tone annoyed Zhang Ziwen, but knowing he was in the wrong, he decided to endure it. Coming from the military
, he had a strong sense of discipline and the unconditional obedience of soldiers to orders. This habit was
hard .

“Okay, you said it yourself. Fine, since you accept the punishment, we’ll follow the company rules.”
Zhang Ziwen was straightforward, and Mu Qing was equally unambiguous. Seeing that Zhang Ziwen had no intention of arguing, she didn’t bother arguing further.

Mu Qing glanced at Zhang Ziwen; her expression was unreadable, but the feeling was that no punishment was too harsh
, and he seemed to have completely accepted his fate.

“Zhang Ziwen, you didn’t come to the company yesterday without reason, and you didn’t ask anyone for leave beforehand. Consider it a day of absenteeism. Do
you have any objections?”

Zhang Ziwen shook his head, indicating he had no objections, knowing in his heart that a single day of absenteeism wouldn’t suffice.

"According to company regulations, 20% of the monthly salary will be deducted for each day of absence without leave. One warning will be given, and
two absences without leave will result in immediate dismissal. You are a new employee, and you have been absent without leave for less than 10 days. You know what the consequences will be, right?"

Judging from her tone, she was about to fire him. Zhang Ziwen sighed inwardly; it was exactly as he expected.
What else could he say? He nodded in acceptance.

Mu Qing had been observing Zhang Ziwen's expression. Seeing a hint of dejection appear on his otherwise expressionless face, she was secretly
delighted. The phrase "Pack your things and get out of here!" that she had repeated countless times in her mind almost
slipped out.

"However, considering that you've only been with the company a short time and have already recovered a debt, I won't
treat you like other new employees. I'll deduct twenty percent of your salary for this month, plus a warning." At this point, Mu Qing
paused slightly, swaying back and forth in her leather office chair, as if she was still considering what to say.

Zhang Ziwen didn't know what she was up to, but deep down, he really didn't want to be fired like this.
Being fired after less than ten days of work was so embarrassing. Not only would his friends laugh at him, but how could he face
Tang Shu as an unemployed bum? Not for anything else, but just to have some confidence when facing Tang Shu in the future, he
didn't want to leave so unjustly. Now, hearing that Mu Qing's words still hinted at a turning point, Zhang Ziwen calmly
waited for her to continue.

"Also, the matter of rewarding you with a month's salary that I mentioned before is canceled. You don't have any objections to that, do you?"

So that's what it was about. Zhang Ziwen nodded to indicate that he had no objections. Although it hurt a
little , it was better than losing his job. Thinking back to when he broke up with Tang Shu today, she had given him a
thumbs-up gesture, and a tender feeling rose in Zhang Ziwen's heart. He even wanted to make peace with Mu Qing. For the sake of the lovely Tang Shu,
Zhang Ziwen was truly willing to suffer any grievances. As long as Mu Qing didn't make things difficult for him, he was willing to do whatever conditions she offered,
even helping the company collect debts a couple more times.

Zhang Ziwen couldn't help but smile slightly as she thought of Tang Shu, a smile that didn't escape Mu Qing's notice. Mu Qing
sneered inwardly, "Hmph, you think you're done for? Just wait, the good days are yet to come. Look at you, you stinking thing
, you're clearly reluctant to give up this job. You even sell women's underwear, do you
really don't believe it. Reluctant, huh? That's what I want, so it'll be easier for me to deal with you then. Hmph."

Mu Qing mentally calculated, her previously icy face softening into a gentle smile:
"Zhang Ziwen, that's settled for this matter. Now let's talk about your future work." Her voice
was unusually gentle.

The change was abrupt, and Zhang Ziwen was a little taken aback, slightly stunned, wondering what Mu Qing was up to
.

"Sit down, don't just stand there, sit down and let's talk," Mu Qing extended a warm invitation, her tone incredibly gentle.

Zhang Ziwen hesitated slightly, but still sat down as instructed, facing her. He really couldn't understand
this fickle and beautiful Mu Qing. She was hot and cold, sometimes fierce like a tigress, sometimes gentle like a lamb;
one moment a strong woman, the next she'd unintentionally reveal a girlish side; sometimes calm and intelligent, sometimes willful and capricious—
a woman of a hundred faces. Zhang Ziwen felt he'd encountered the ultimate gem. Meeting such a complex and beautiful woman,
he truly didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse.

"Zhang Ziwen, I've thought about it, and your current job is very unsuitable for you. You don't need to do this clerical work anymore
."

Damn it, what's going on? Zhang Ziwen felt like he'd fallen into an ice cellar. This girl wasn't going to mess with him like this! What else could he do besides clerical work
? Was she going to make him do odd jobs? Damn it, losing this job was worse than being fired. Zhang Ziwen felt
a surge of anger.

"Go to the HR department later to complete the termination procedures, hand over your work, and then I'll
arrange a new job for you." Mu Qing said calmly, and Zhang Ziwen's resentment did not escape her notice.

"I'd like to ask a question," Zhang Ziwen said, staring into Mu Qing's beautiful eyes and giving her a murderous
look, "Ms. Mu said I'm not suitable for my current job, so what do you think I'm suitable for?" Zhang Ziwen's tone was
unpleasant; if she mentioned anything about odd jobs or cleaning, he would immediately get up and leave, not wanting to put up with her
.

Mu Qing fearlessly returned his unfriendly gaze: "You don't need to worry about that. I've already
arranged your work. When you hand over your work to Director Wang in the Human Resources Department, she will naturally tell you the work
rules If you can do it, then do it properly; if you can't, then you'll have to figure it out yourself."

Mu Qing was secretly pleased with herself. She was now enjoying watching him want to get angry but unable
to indescribable. This was her last gamble. She was just waiting for the jerk in her eyes
to take the bait. Then, she wouldn't feel it was too much to deal with him. Thinking of this triumphant thought, Mu Qing's beautiful eyes almost welled up with tears, making them
even more charming.

She came up with this idea late last night and immediately invited Wang Qin from the Human Resources Department to the bar. Wang Qin
was a veteran employee of Mu Qing's father, having worked at the company since its inception. She was also
very close , and Mu Qing had been very close to Wang Qin since childhood, trusting her completely. No matter how late it was, Wang Qin never
complained when Mu Qing needed to contact her. After hearing Mu Qing's little plan, Wang Qin found it a bit funny. Was it worth making
such a fuss over a mere employee? Wang Qin knew Mu Qing's stubborn temper well, and knew that no one could stop her from doing what she wanted.
Although Mu Qing wasn't related to her, Wang Qin still doted on her and had long regarded her as her little
niece. Changing her to a lower-level job wouldn't be difficult, but Wang Qin was worried that Mu Qing's fiancé
would be unhappy and that she might cause too much trouble. However, seeing Mu Qing sweetly calling her "Aunt Wang" several times
, how could Wang Qin bear to refuse? Actually, Wang Qin had a good impression of Zhang Ziwen; who told him to so carelessly
provoke this arrogant Mu Qing? Wang Qin could only sigh inwardly

. Chapter Fifty-Seven: An Irresistible Temptation.

Zhang Ziwen returned to his office dejectedly, leaned back in his chair, and lit a cigarette. Having worked for
over a week, this job, which others considered to have no future, didn't make him feel ashamed or inferior. Looking back,
since returning from the army, these few days working at this group company had been the most meaningful. Every day, he
commuted with the other busy office workers; the work was simple and easy, the regular routine made his life happy and fulfilling. He didn't have to
be sleepy during the day or sleepless at night, didn't waste his time in such a decadent way, and didn't have to constantly complain about the army's
cruelty. This simple job allowed him to forget his unpleasantness; this seemingly hopeless job allowed him to pick himself
up. But now, even this job, which others considered to have no future, was about to be lost.
The frustration Zhang Ziwen felt at this thought was unimaginable.

Mu Qing, this woman with an angelic face,
dismissed Zhang Ziwen exhaled a puff of smoke in frustration, wondering if he owed her something in a past life. Why
was she so persistent in refusing to let him go?

Damn it, women are so petty.

Zhang Ziwen stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. He stood up, glancing around the familiar office. Perhaps he would be saying goodbye to this
office forever soon. He hadn't been here long, but he had already developed an attachment to this small office. He sighed,
tidied up briefly. The work was too simple, and there wasn't much to handle regarding the handover to

the 22nd floor. Zhang Ziwen entered the Human Resources office. Wang Qin, whom he had met twice before, was still the same as before, giving
off an impression of meticulousness and shrewdness. Seeing Zhang Ziwen enter, Wang Qin
greeted him and asked him to sit down.

"You're here to hand over your work, right?" Wang Qin didn't waste any words and went straight to the point.

Zhang Ziwen nodded: "Yes, President Mu asked me to come here to complete the termination procedures."

"Have you finished all your work? Have you spoken to Manager Yan?"

"Yes, I did. I called Manager Yan before coming down."

"Good. From today onwards, your position as an office clerk is over. The company has arranged another
job for you." Wang Qin took out two sheets of paper filled with writing from her drawer: "Based on your performance over the past week,
the company has decided to reassign your work. Now listen carefully, I'll only say this once, understand?"
Wang Qin always spoke like this, simple and straightforward.

Zhang Ziwen smiled and nodded noncommittally. It probably wasn't a good job anyway; leaving
seemed inevitable.

"Based on the evaluation of your performance by the advertising department and the investment department, they believe your work ability has further
potential . Now, the human resources department has decided to give you early promotion. Do you have any objections?"

"Early promotion?" Zhang Ziwen couldn't believe his ears.

“That’s right. In the past week you’ve been working here, all your colleagues in the advertising department have given you excellent feedback. More importantly,
you even recovered a debt for the company a couple of days ago. This wasn’t originally your job, but you did it, and you did it
very well. So, after careful consideration, the HR department has decided to promote you to a permanent position early. Now you just need to answer if you have any
objections.” Wang Qin wore glasses, so her expression was unreadable. Her tone was routine, and Zhang Ziwen
couldn’t tell if this was good or bad for him. He vaguely felt something was off, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Zhang Ziwen thought for a moment and said, “I have no objection to being promoted, but I want to know what kind of work the company will
assign ? I need to know if I can handle it.” A permanent position?
Would he have to clean the bathrooms after becoming a permanent employee? Zhang Ziwen felt this was a trap. Without clarifying things, the promotion would be meaningless to him.

"Don't worry about that. I believe you can handle the job. The investment department is short-staffed right now, so our
HR department recommended you. President Mu has already signed off on it. As a company employee, this is also
an opportunity to improve yourself, so I hope you can seize it."

"Investment department? You mean, Director Wang, I'll be working in the investment department?"

"That's right, the position is Assistant General Manager of the Investment Department."

"Wait, Assistant General Manager of the Investment Department? Does that mean working alongside the General Manager?" Zhang Ziwen interrupted Wang Qin
. Working in the investment department was already giving him a headache, and hearing the words "Assistant General Manager" only made it worse.
This job was impossible. Assistant General Manager? What kind of work was that? Zhang Ziwen wasn't very familiar with
the division of labor in the workplace, but he knew one thing: he couldn't stay near Mu Qing.

Wang Qin looked at his slightly pale face and found it amusing. It seemed this kid really had a deep grudge against the young lady;
judging from his expression, he was determined not to do it.

Wang Qin said calmly, "You're right. The position of general manager's assistant requires you to be by the general manager's
side at all times. The work is very complicated and challenging, and there are no restrictions on working hours. That is, you have to be available
whenever You need to understand that."

"I probably can't do this job, I'm sorry." Zhang Ziwen refused without hesitation. From
Wang Qin's words, this so-called assistant not only had to work by that girl's side, but also had to be available 24 hours a day.
Zhang knew he couldn't do this rather challenging job.

"Don't rush to refuse. You might not understand the meaning of an assistant's job yet. It means that from the moment you accept
this job, not only will your position be promoted several levels, but the salary and benefits will also be quite generous. More
importantly, the company will sign a labor contract with you, so your job will be guaranteed. The company can't
fire , and similarly, you can't just quit. If either party breaches the contract, they will have to compensate
the other party for losses equal to twice their total annual salary." After Wang Qin finished speaking, she handed Zhang Ziwen a piece of paper she took out of the drawer: "This is the contract, in
triplicate . Take a look at it first, and if you have no objections, sign it. Before you look at it, I have to remind you that this
is a job that many employees in the company dream of. I hope you will treat it carefully." Wang Qin said the last sentence very
solemnly .

Dream of? Is it that bad? Zhang Ziwen thought this was a job that would give him nightmares every day. Just
thinking about facing Mu Qing every day made his skin crawl.

Receiving the contract, Zhang Ziwen, representing Party B, found it quite lengthy, spanning two pages, with a large portion detailing
various restrictions on Party B. He couldn't bear to read it all, but
his eyes lingered on the section on salary and benefits. The temptation was immense, especially for someone accustomed to poverty. A monthly salary of 18,000
yuan, plus monthly allowances, uniform expenses, gasoline subsidies, and various company-provided benefits
and insurance—it seemed like a monthly income easily approaching 30,000 yuan. In addition, a Volkswagen Passat would be provided.
This wasn't just generous; money can make anyone's heart race.
Zhang Ziwen's heart was pounding, almost leaping out of his throat.

He hesitated, conflicted. Was this a trap? Who would willingly throw so much money into such a trap? Would they be foolish?
Even if it was a trap, he felt an urge to jump in immediately. Wang Qin was right; he really needed to treat
this contract with utmost care.

The office was quiet. Zhang Ziwen was struggling with his inner conflict. This monthly salary would bring him a lot: he wouldn't have to
shamelessly accept his cousin's financial support anymore; he could hold his head high in front of his friends; and he could buy Tang Shu a price...
The gift was quite valuable, but more importantly, it would allow him to stand tall in front of Tang Shu. She would surely be happy for
him , as he would leap from a lowly clerk into the ranks of high-level white-collar workers. And there was a car—not an expensive luxury car,
but once he signed the contract, he would officially become a car owner, no longer needing to squeeze onto buses or subways,
no watch the taxi fare tick away painfully. This temptation was too much for Zhang Ziwen
to resist. What should he do?

"Director Wang, can I take this contract back and review it? Can I have some time to consider it?" Zhang Ziwen
needed to think this through carefully; no one could ignore the contract before them.

"You still need to consider it? Mr. Zhang, there's a long line of people waiting to sign this contract. I really don't know what you're
thinking!" Wang Qin seemed completely bewildered by Zhang Ziwen's reaction.

"Yes, I need time to think about it. I'll get back to you by tomorrow at the latest, is that alright?"

"Oh, this..." Wang Qin hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, I hope you can give me a clear answer tomorrow."

Zhang Ziwen stood up and said, "Then I'll go out first. By the way, can I not go to work today? I
want to go home and calm down."

"Go ahead, come to my office tomorrow when you've thought it through." Wang Qin agreed readily.

Watching Zhang Ziwen leave the office, Wang Qin immediately picked up the phone on her desk: "Xiao Qing? Zhang Ziwen just left."

"How did it go? Did that kid sign the contract?" Mu Qing's anxious voice came from the phone.

"He hasn't said he needs to think about it and will get back to me tomorrow."

"Oh, I see. Thank you, Aunt Wang." Mu Qing's voice sounded disappointed on the phone.

Wang Qin shook her head and hung up the phone. What are these young people thinking these days? Wang Qin lamented that she
was falling behind the times.

With a "crack," the small bonsai on her desk fell to the ground. Mu Qing gritted her teeth and cursed angrily
, "Zhang Ziwen, are you out of your mind? You won't sign such a good contract, you scoundrel! If you've got the guts, don't sign it!
Humph!"

Mu Qing was furious. Her confident seduction plan had failed to hook Zhang Ziwen immediately. She had spent
a lot of money to try and get him to take the bait. Failure, a complete failure

. Zhang Ziwen walked out of the Yinmao Building with complicated feelings. The sky was gloomy and
looked , raindrops started to fall. Pedestrians on the opposite street hurriedly took shelter from the rain. The rain was getting heavier. Just then,

his phone rang. He took it out and saw that it was Hai Dafu. Zhang Ziwen shook his head and smiled
bitterly. This guy must have not slept all night and was bothering him so early in the morning.

"Damn it, checking up on me again? Didn't I tell you it doesn't work anymore? I'm a working professional now."
Speaking of working professional, Zhang Ziwen felt a little proud, thinking that he was much better than Hai Dafu, who only knew how to drink and chase girls
all day . "Damn, what's with

the check-up? I've got some good news for you, buddy. Don't say we're not brothers, I've been waiting for you since early this morning. Pretty good, huh?" "You think you've got good news? You're kidding. Don't tell me you've hooked up with some girls or anything like that, I'm not interested ." "Damn it, you're so narrow-minded. You've only worked a few days of this crappy job and you think you're 've found a great project. You'd better come over right now and quit your lousy job. I'm telling you, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." "A project? Damn, you're kidding. Tell me, what's so great about it that you're so excited?" "It's hard to explain over the phone. Come over, Kai and I are waiting for you at the 'Lang Tao Sha' teahouse. Do you know where it is? I think I took you there once before." "I know, the teahouse where we blew you out playing cards last time, right?" "Damn it, enough with the nonsense, hurry up and hang up!" Zhang Ziwen put away his phone and chuckled. Hai Dafu was always so irresponsible; what good projects could he possibly have? He was always talking about doing some kind of business, but he never actually did anything with it. This time, it was probably just a case of half-hearted enthusiasm. He hailed a taxi, and the ticking meter still stung Zhang Ziwen's wallet. The tips his cousin had given him were almost gone by now, and it wouldn't last long. Damn it, since he had some free time today, he had to play a couple of . If he didn't win, he probably wouldn't make it to the end of the month. Zhang Ziwen was quite confident in his poker skills; he wouldn't dare say much, but winning a hundred or two hundred yuan was no problem at all. Upon entering the teahouse, Zhang Ziwen spotted Hai Dafu and Kai Zi puffing away on cigarettes from afar. Getting closer, he saw they were smoking Zhonghua cigarettes. Zhang Ziwen smiled at his two buddies, like spotting two fat sheep. He was short of money, and judging by their demeanor , their wallets seemed quite full. Finally, he'd found someone to help him out. Zhang Ziwen's smile was slightly mischievous. Chapter 58: Getting Rich After sitting down, Zhang Ziwen unceremoniously picked up the Zhonghua cigarettes on the table, lit one . "Damn," he thought, "this stuff is way better than the ten-dollar packs I have. " Hai Dafu watched him, clicking his tongue. "See? Hungry, really hungry. What did I tell you? This kid's always like this. Ugh, he's really embarrassing his buddies." He shook his head and sighed repeatedly. A bad friend is a bad friend; nothing good ever comes out of his mouth. Zhang Ziwen rolled his eyes at him, said nothing, stretched out his hand, and flicked the middle finger at him. Damn, that felt so good . It had been a long time since he had been so vulgar. Zhang Ziwen felt extremely satisfied. "Miss, tea, premium Longjing." After ordering the tea, Zhang Ziwen said to Hai Dafu, "Hey, you have some , right? You don't mind if I drink this tea, do you?" "Damn, look at you, acting like a petty bourgeois. What's premium Longjing? Do you even know what I'm drinking?" Hai Dafu pointed to an exquisite tea set in front of him and said, "Let me show you, Yunwu Xianzong, tender buds from the deep mountains of Wuyi Mountain, a limited edition. Do you know how much it costs? 680. See? You idiot, what's a few dozen yuan for your cup?" Seeing Hai Dafu's smug look, Zhang Ziwen was suspicious. He really had it? Damn, several hundred yuan for a cup of tea? That's a bit exaggerated. He looked at the same exquisite tea set in front of the rich guy, and the stuff inside probably cost several hundred yuan as well. Then he looked at the tea the waiter brought to him, just a gaiwan, pathetic. "What's going on? You've been robbing banks for days? Where did you guys get so much money?" Zhang Ziwen, couldn't help but be curious. Hai Dafu smiled mysteriously: "Money is nothing to me. Let me tell you , I've found a shortcut to wealth. I just made a deal yesterday and earned over ten thousand. How about that? I'm not bad at all."

Zhang Ziwen, seeing how convincingly he spoke, wondered how much change could have occurred in just over a week. He was skeptical and
glanced at Kai Zi, wanting confirmation. Kai Zi smiled and nodded, saying, "Don't look at me like that, Fatty's telling
the truth. I've invested too."

"Damn, how can something be so profitable? Tell me, don't just make things up." Zhang Ziwen was itching to try. Kai
Zi usually didn't exaggerate, and now that he was about to lose his job, he couldn't resist taking advantage of the good fortune.

Make things up? Hai Dafu rolled his eyes at Zhang Ziwen, as if to say, "Why would I bother making things up?" Hai Dafu cleared his throat
: "Kai Zi, tell this kid what my status is now."

Zhang Ziwen looked at Kai Zi, wondering what this fat man was up to. Kai Zi took a small sip of tea to moisten
his throat. This display of wealth by the two almost made Zhang Ziwen curse out loud. This was driving him crazy!

"This is Mr. Hai Dafu, now the chairman of Fukai Biotechnology Co., Ltd." Kai Zi
solemnly introduced Hai Dafu, then patted his chest and said, "I am Mr. Wang Kai,
the general manager and chief financial officer of the company."

"Wait, what company? What chairman and general manager? Damn, we haven't seen each other for more than 10 days,
what are you two up to?" Zhang Ziwen looked at the two of them looking very serious, a little confused.

"Damn, I knew this kid wouldn't believe it. Kai Zi, show him our promotional brochure, let this
kid open his eyes." Hai Dafu was very dissatisfied with Zhang Ziwen's rocket-like expression.

Kai Zi took out a beautifully designed brochure from his large briefcase and handed it to Zhang Ziwen, saying, "Go take a look,
don't blink."

Zhang Ziwen took the brochure, and the first thing that caught his eye was the very persuasive words: "New Century, New
Technology , Fukai Technology Leads You into the Green Technology Era."

"What is green technology?" Zhang Ziwen didn't understand.

"You're uncultured, aren't you? You're not just uncultured, you're exceptionally uncultured. Look for yourself, it
's packed with information. I'm too lazy to waste my breath on you." Hai Dafu was always looking for an opportunity to mock him.

Opening the first page, Zhang Ziwen was greeted by a wealth of pictures and detailed explanations. He
carefully browsed through it and finally began to understand.

"Does this thing really have such high economic value? That's too far-fetched!" Zhang Ziwen was still somewhat
skeptical after reading it.

"Good question. That's the purpose of our company. We now have dozens of salespeople,
specifically to explain things to uncultured people like you. Once you understand, the money you have will go into our company's
account. It's that simple, understand?"

"I don't understand! If you say I'm uncultured again, I'll get angry! Tell me, how does this work?"
Zhang Ziwen was eager to know how this thorny thing could turn into money.

"I'm tired, talking to you is really tiring, Kai. Why don't you tell him that I, the chairman, want to have some tea first?" Hai
Dafu couldn't resist teasing him at the end, "Hey, how come this guy is so out of touch? The country has been doing
universal , how come it hasn't even reached you, kid?"

After Wang Kai's patient and repeated explanations, Zhang Ziwen finally understood. It was amazing that these two guys could come up with this
idea; even he was tempted. This stuff really made money.

Hai Dafu and Wang Kai had made quite a stir this time. After drinking that night, Hai Dafu was
taken to Changzhou by a friend for two days. During those two days, Hai Dafu broadened his horizons. This friend was in this
line of work , and in less than a year, he had acquired a BMW and a villa. When Hai Dafu returned, he was tempted and immediately
went to discuss it with Wang Kai. Zhang Ziwen didn't have the money, so he didn't invite him. After careful consideration, Hai Dafu got a promise from
his friend that he would send several skilled salesmen to help him train new recruits.

Without hesitation, the two mortgaged their house to raise 1 million yuan, a huge investment.
They dared not slack off and divided the work. Hai Dafu rented a large plot of land in the suburbs, hired people to build a greenhouse, and
introduced seedlings. Wang Kai went to the business and tax authorities to handle the procedures for opening a company. With more money, things were easier. The two also rented an
office building. Although the location was relatively remote, this kind of business did not require choosing a location, and the rent was not expensive. They
got everything settled in just one week, and the company opened for business the day before yesterday. Not only was it fast, but they also closed a deal yesterday.
This made Hai Dafu extremely happy, as if he could see money flowing into his pocket. Today, he specially showed off in front of
Zhang Ziwen .

Hai Dafu's chosen project falls into a relatively new industry: importing Mexican cacti for
large-scale cultivation in the suburbs, managed by local farmers. These cacti are said to have considerable economic value,
being edible, used in cosmetics, beverages, and pharmaceuticals—virtually everything. With
so many uses, a factory was necessary, but such a large investment required substantial capital.
Unable to secure bank loans, he turned to private fundraising. Since a large number of cactus seedlings were already planted in the suburbs, a suitable source of funding
emerged Following his friend's advice, Hai Dafu used a high-return scheme to attract investment,
valuing each greenhouse cactus at 100,000 yuan. Interested clients could invest, adopting the
cacti in the greenhouse. The profits generated by the greenhouse would then be returned to the client. After the factory was built,
the company promised a 30% return on a 100,000 yuan investment over one year. The company would manage the greenhouses for
5,000 yuan per year, resulting in a return of 12,500 yuan after one year, including principal and interest. If a customer doesn't have
that much money to invest, the company will divide the greenhouse into several sections. This means that even if you only have 10,000 yuan, you can still
invest and get a corresponding high return. It's an economically valuable product, an imported item, and it can
create . In addition, the sales staff will go out to promote the business, invite customers into the company, and give out small gifts,
good cigarettes and tea. Some customers are really tempted. For the sake of the high returns, most of them are invited into the company and sign
a letter of intent. The rest is for the sales staff to continue to follow up and negotiate, or take them to visit the breeding base, until a contract is signed
.

To Hai Dafu's delight, one of his clients even went to the bank on the spot to withdraw money and invest 20,000 yuan to adopt
one-fifth of the greenhouse cacti. The money came easily, and Hai Dafu saw a glimmer of hope for getting rich quick. Since he was doing well,
he naturally wouldn't forget his friend. Without hesitation, he offered Zhang Ziwen the position of Executive Vice President, with a monthly salary of 6,000 yuan. If the company
performed well and attracted more investment, there would be other bonuses. This was another considerable temptation waiting for Zhang Ziwen. "
What a strange day," he thought, "why are all these good things happening to me?" Zhang Ziwen was in a dilemma.

"Can this cactus really be turned into a product? Has your buddy managed to produce one after all this time?"

"Of course there is a product, but sales aren't great. It needs time for the public to accept it. After all, it's a
novelty ; it takes time, right? Hehe, let me tell you, even if it doesn't sell, it's okay. The whole point
of this company is to raise funds, right? Even if the product doesn't sell well, no problem, money talks! We can
invest in other things, right? I'll invest in a large entertainment center, and we brothers will have a blast
."

Hai Dafu was excited, imagining himself surrounded by women in his own entertainment center, his eyes
gleaming .

Zhang Ziwen now understood how deep the water was. He had naively thought that cactus
had real economic value, but it turned out to be a pretext for fundraising. Damn, wasn't this illegal fundraising?

Chapter 59 Taking it One Step at a Time

Hai Dafu noticed Zhang Ziwen's worries and said casually, "Don't think too much. There are plenty of companies like this in
China , it's not just us. Some people just don't dare to do it. Look at my buddy, he's been doing
it for years and nothing's wrong. Now he's living the high life, with luxury cars and villas. My buddy told me it's all about skirting the edges of
the law . As long as you operate it well and choose the right investment projects, your clients' money
will be guaranteed. Don't worry, just come work with us."

Hai Dafu's enthusiastic invitation put Zhang Ziwen in a dilemma. To be honest, he had no
interest in these speculative things. If it were a legitimate business, he would definitely agree, but he knew nothing about this kind of thing.

Seeing Zhang Ziwen's troubled expression, Hai Dafu, a friend of many years, understood his personality and smiled,
saying... "Mosquito, I know you're an honest guy. How about this, you hold off for a bit, let's
talk about it once the company's on track. Anyway, I'm broke now, so if you ever have any problems, just let me know. Good brothers shouldn't be so formal, okay?"

Hai Dafu's words warmed Zhang Ziwen's heart. A brother is a brother, someone who knows how to think of you. He was
almost tempted to agree, but after thinking it over, he felt it wasn't appropriate. He
didn't understand Hai Dafu's business, and going would only cause trouble. It would be too much of a hassle to do nothing and take for free, so he went along with Hai Dafu's suggestion to wait.

The three good friends were all busy with their own businesses, and it was rare for them to get together. Their entertainment was, of course, the usual game of Dou
Dizhu ( a card game). After a fierce battle, Zhang Ziwen won by a small margin. Strangely, his luck was exceptionally good today; he even felt
a little embarrassed winning. Friends often play small games for fun, so Zhang Ziwen started to let them win, ending with a small 200. The winner
treated everyone, but they couldn't afford tea, so Pang Dahai paid the bill. That night, the three buddies went to the food
street and had a huge meal. When they tallied up the bill, Zhang Ziwen had less than 20 yuan left of the 200+ he won. Damn it, all that money gone!
Not even enough for a taxi. Zhang Ziwen was filled with regret, cursing himself for letting them win.

Back home, he took a shower, lit a cigarette, and lay down on the bed. Now he needed to calm down and
seriously consider that seemingly trap-like contract. A monthly salary of 18,000 yuan would immediately lift him out of poverty,
eliminating the need for a month of lavish eating and drinking followed by a month of instant noodles. Even the quality of his cigarettes could be upgraded several levels.
What to do?

Zhang Ziwen began to analyze the origin of the contract. It was obvious that Mu Qing was behind it
, definitely targeting him. But the price was too high. Zhang Ziwen thought this girl was too crazy.
If he signed the contract, what kind of schemes would she use? How much of the harm was done to him?
Insult? Ridicule? Manipulation? Being nearly killed? Or did she really see his abilities? To help the company collect those
old debts? After thinking it over, that was all she could do.

Having analyzed Mu Qing's intentions, Zhang Ziwen began to analyze his own value. Regarding his education, he only had a high school
diploma Ever since he learned Mu Qing was also in the company, he had been paying attention to job postings, but he was disappointed.
The requirements in Zhonghai City were too high; even with a high school diploma, one might not be hired for menial tasks. As for special skills,
he , but becoming a bodyguard? He hadn't seen any bodyguard jobs, but there were plenty of security guard jobs, with veterans given priority.
That didn't make sense. Frankly, he was an elite in the military, but after being discharged, he lost his job security. In
civilian he was just a burly, physically strong man—how capable could he be? His job options were extremely limited.
There were so many laid-off workers these days, barely making ends meet with a few hundred yuan a month, and supporting their families. If it weren't for his cousin's protection, he
didn't know what would have become of him.

Zhang Ziwen considered numerous possible jobs: driver, laborer, waiter, fake security guard, general laborer,
salesman. Of these, only salesmanship seemed promising, but Zhang Ziwen knew his own limitations; he was
n't besides, these were all jobs that wouldn't make him starve.

Zhang Ziwen sighed. Reality was cruel. The job market was fiercely competitive, society was constantly evolving, and
he was still stuck in the same place. He was sure he'd be among the first to be eliminated by society. In the end,
was a useless person?

Mu Qing's methods for dealing with him were limited. Zhang Ziwen gritted his teeth and decided to go all out. With such a high
monthly salary, he could endure it for a while, save enough money to start a small business after the contract expired. The contract clearly stated that
once signed, the company couldn't fire him easily. If Mu Qing wanted to dismiss him,
the penalty would be double his total annual salary, amounting to hundreds of thousands of yuan. Damn it, with hundreds of thousands, what business couldn't he start?
Breaching the contract was out of the question. Not only could he not afford that much compensation, but with this high salary, he'd have to
endure it for at least a year.

He'd just have to endure it. If he could learn more about business management at the company, he'd tolerate anything, no matter how big the problem
. She's just a little girl, what's there to be afraid of? Did she think she could eat him alive? As long as he was careful,
who knew who would get the better of him? If she wanted to collect debts, it would be a piece of cake for him.
Did she think she could get someone to deal with him? "Little girl, I, Zhang Ziwen, will play along. I don't believe you can take my life
. Sign!" Zhang Ziwen took a deep drag on his cigarette. "I'm going to fight you!"

He got up early this morning and went for a morning run. Since starting his job, he had resumed
exercising , and in a short time, his physical condition had returned to its best. He took a shower, shaved
, and tidied himself up. Looking at the contract on the table, Zhang Ziwen smiled.
Signing it today would mean entering the ranks of high-level white-collar workers and owning a car. Now he understood;
it would .

After taking the elevator to the 22nd floor, Zhang Ziwen knocked directly on Wang Qin's office door. Wang Qin glanced at the neatly dressed
Zhang Ziwen and saw his smiling face, knowing that things had come to a conclusion.

"How was it? Did you bring the contract?"

Zhang Ziwen handed her the neatly bundled contract from his pocket. Wang Qin opened it and saw the three words "Zhang Ziwen" at the end
. He had finally signed it, and Wang Qin breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright, go directly to the Investment Department's General Manager's Office and report to General Manager Mu. She will be your direct supervisor from now on.
I hope you work hard and get promoted." Wang Qin gave these routine instructions, leaving the rest to
Mu Qing to handle. She couldn't interfere, but she glanced at Zhang Ziwen with pity
. What a nice young man; he'd be in trouble later. Wang Qin felt a little guilty.

Reaching the Investment Department's General Manager's Office, she knocked on the door. A pleasant voice inside gave permission, and Zhang Ziwen pushed the door open and went
in. Mu Qing was already sitting there waiting for him. No sooner had Zhang Ziwen left the Human Resources office than
Wang Qin immediately told Mu Qing the latest news. It was clearly good news. Seeing Zhang Ziwen enter, Mu Qing gave him a
charming smile and gestured for him to sit opposite her desk, very politely and gently.

"Have the contracts been signed?" Mu Qing wanted confirmation from him.

"Yes, they've been signed. Director Wang told me to report to you." Zhang Ziwen's tone was indifferent.

"Good that you've signed. Now I need to remind you, from now on you'll call me President Mu, understand,
Assistant Zhang Ziwen?" Mu Qing said casually, but inwardly she was overjoyed
.

*You brat, you're going to be my assistant from now on, and you'd better obey me.* Zhang Ziwen was annoyed at this, but outwardly he had to maintain a calm expression and said indifferently, "
President Mu, now that you've registered, what are the work arrangements for today?"

"No rush, I'll take care of the work." Mu Qing took a car key from her drawer and said,
"The car the company provided for you is in the underground parking lot, in space number 3. Here are the keys."

Zhang Ziwen took the keys and thanked her politely.

Mu Qing, however, was unmoved: "Don't thank me. The company provides you with a car not for you to drive around, but for work . That means, 24 hours a day, whenever I need to contact you, you must be at my designated location
as quickly as possible . That way, no matter how late it is, you won't have to worry about not being able to hail a taxi and being late for work." The reason sounded plausible, but Zhang Ziwen knew it wasn't that simple. The contract was already signed, and there was no use regretting it now; he could only take it one step at a time. "So, where will I work?" Zhang Ziwen was now more concerned about his office location. "There it is," Mu Qing pointed to a smaller desk near the door. She had prepared it for Zhang Ziwen yesterday, but hadn't expected it to come in handy today. Sure enough, it was there. Zhang Ziwen sighed inwardly. He had seen the desk as soon as he entered, guessing it might be for him, but he still held onto a sliver of hope that being assigned to the same department would be best, so he wouldn't have to see her every day. Now, that hope was completely dashed. "Go and pack your things first. If you need anything, call Secretary Li and ask her to get it for you. Also, there are some work rules from the General Manager's Office on your desk . Take a look at them, familiarize yourself with them, and it's best to memorize them so you don't regret it later if you break any of them." Mu Qing suppressed her smugness. Kid, just learn the rules . Zhang Ziwen caught a hint of slyness and pride in her eyes, but he was too lazy to think about it. There was no point in thinking about it now. What kind of stupid rules were they? They were just some clauses that restricted him. Damn it, what was there to be afraid of? Zhang Ziwen stood up and walked to his seat. The leather swivel office chair was quite comfortable. Looking at the computer on his desk, he recalled the scene of his first day at work when he had a "sex education" lesson with Li Yan . It was just a pity that his charming boss from before had been replaced by Mu Qing. Zhang Ziwen sighed softly. Chapter Sixty: Emotional Crisis. Zhang Ziwen glanced at a piece of paper with printed words on it on the desk and reluctantly picked it up to take a look. There were so many rules. Smoking in the office was prohibited. The first rule hit his weak spot. Then there were countless prohibitions. Zhang Ziwen was quite familiar with some of them: don't ask what you shouldn't ask, don't say what you shouldn't say, don't look at what you shouldn't look at, and even if you accidentally saw it, pretend you didn't see it. Damn it, what is this? How did this girl come up with this? She even managed to confuse the military 's confidentiality regulations, and she made it into something ridiculous. What kind of broken rules are these? Finally, there were various matters requiring unconditional obedience to superiors, each with a listed amount, ranging from a minimum of 100 yuan to a maximum of 1000 yuan. Violation of any rule would result in a fine. Zhang Ziwen looked at this ridiculous set of rules and regulations and could only manage a wry smile . He couldn't believe Mu Qing had such a childish side; did she think this was child's play? While Zhang Ziwen was studying the so-called rules with a pained expression, Mu Qing, who had been secretly watching him, was overjoyed. She loved seeing his helpless and frustrated expression; the more frustrated Zhang Ziwen was, the happier she was—it was incredibly satisfying. The entire morning felt incredibly long to Zhang Ziwen. Mu Qing hadn't assigned him anything; she herself was busy making calls and signing numerous documents—all work-related matters. This so-called assistant seemed to be just a decoration, leaving Zhang Ziwen bored out of his mind. He glanced at his watch; it was almost noon. Finally, he could have an hour of freedom . He hadn't even smoked a cigarette all morning in the office, and he was incredibly restless. Logically, Zhang Ziwen should have excellent patience, but for some reason, he felt extremely uncomfortable in this office. Just then, there was a soft knock at the door. Without waiting for Mu Qing to speak, the door was pushed open and a handsome man entered—Mu Qing's fiancé, Fan Lihua. He paused a strange look flashing in his eyes. The perfectly matched couple walked past Zhang Ziwen's desk, chatting and laughing. Mu Qing gave him a sidelong glance as she passed him, as if to say, "What are you looking at? Have you forgotten the rules?" As they walked out the door, they could still faintly hear their conversation: "Who is he?" "Don't meddle," came Mu Qing's voice afterward. Upon entering the restaurant, Xu Ying greeted him from afar. After serving their food, the two found a seat . Xu Ying seemed to already know about Zhang Ziwen's job change; she didn't ask why, but she kept giving him strange looks, making Zhang Ziwen very uncomfortable. He quickly finished his food, took out a cigarette, and lit one. They say a cigarette after a meal is better than being in heaven, but Zhang Ziwen exhaled a smoke ring in frustration. He couldn't find that feeling at all; this cigarette had no flavor.

The first day passed by in a long and agonizing way, with nothing happening. The second day was equally
uneventful ; Mu Qing again didn't assign him any work. The day was unbearable and boring. Zhang Ziwen knew this was just the prelude,
but he couldn't predict when Mu Qing would explode. He could only wait, and he could only treat each day with extreme caution. Within

just two days, rumors began to circulate within the company. These rumors reached
Zhang Ziwen the restrooms, the cafeteria, the elevators, and the stairwells—the latest restaurant news, the most explosive
elevator news—all targeting Zhang Ziwen, who was already somewhat famous. This was a strange situation. When
Zhang Ziwen worked as an office clerk, everyone knew it was a dead-end job, posing no
threat to anyone's position. Back then, everyone spoke highly of him: diligent, reliable, hardworking, humble, and handsome. Now, things were different.
From a dead-end office clerk, he had risen like a rocket to a promising assistant general manager, not only getting promoted ahead of schedule but
also seeing his monthly salary increase from 1800 to 18000. He'd been provided with a car, and rumors circulated that he'd be allocated a luxury apartment. Naturally, the conversations of
these office workers changed. They became about flattery, scheming, backstabbing, plotting,
and accusations that his good looks made him a gigolo. There were even versions of the story about him being so-and-so's illegitimate son, or having an
affair with Mu Qing, or being a third party who ruined an engagement—a whole host of bizarre and outrageous accusations.
When these people saw him, they gave him all sorts of looks: envy, curiosity, surprise, jealousy, disdain.
If looks could kill, Zhang Ziwen would have died a hundred times over.

Today, as soon as he entered the office, Zhang Ziwen saw a murderous gaze. Fan Lihua's stare was
n't just fierce; it was bloodshot, as if he wanted to tear Zhang Ziwen to pieces. Since
yesterday, Zhang Ziwen had seen countless similar looks. Several promising young men who seemed destined for assistant positions looked at him with
the same hatred, a murderous intent.

Zhang Ziwen thought it was a bit exaggerated. Was it really necessary? He couldn't be bothered to argue. Those looks were useless against him.
He could only laugh off the rumors; people could talk, what could he do? Rumors stop with
the wise . He wouldn't claim to be exceptionally wise, but his temperament allowed him to remain calm. Except for
being slightly oblivious when it came to women, he was absolutely clear-headed in other matters. At this point, the best approach was to quietly amass wealth,
the more low-key the better. A monthly salary of 18,000 was what mattered most; when his contract expired and he left the company,
he'd still have some left. Zhang Ziwen's thinking was that simple.

From the break room next to the office, he could faintly hear the seemingly perfect couple arguing. The voices went from suppressed to increasingly heated. He didn't want
to hear what he shouldn't, and Zhang Ziwen really had no interest in listening. The problem was, he couldn't silence the noise.

"Tell me, when are you going to get rid of him?"

"It's none of your business."

"None of your business? Can't you hear the nasty rumors going around?"

"People can talk, what's it to me?"

"You...you have some ulterior motive? Heh heh, could it really be like what they say, that you've taken a fancy to that pretty boy?"

"Fan Lihua, I'm warning you, I don't care what others say, but how dare you say such things? You're my
fiancé and you don't even trust me?"

"Fiancé? Do you consider me your fiancé? Did you even consult me about this? Why didn't you accept
the assistant ? Why did you insist on finding a lowly clerk? Yes, he's good-looking, but I checked his information, he's just a
high school graduate, completely unqualified to be your assistant. I really don't know what you're up to."

"I told you, work matters are separate. Don't overstep your bounds. My affairs are none of your business
."

"Fine, making excuses, huh? I'll say it one last time, you're transferring him today."

"I can't do it."

"Can't do it? Do you even respect me?"

"Fan Lihua, don't talk to me like that. I don't want our personal matters dragging into our work."

"You won't get rid of him, huh? If you won't go, I will. I really don't know what the HR department is good for."

"You dare, Fan Lihua? I'll say it one last time: my work is none of your business."

"You're going to turn against me for that kid outside? Mu Qing, don't be so ruthless."

"That's your own opinion, think what you want. That's all I have to say. I hope you can separate your personal matters from
your work . Okay, I still have work to do. Go back to your office."

"Fine, fine..." His voice trembled slightly, his teeth clenched. It was clear without even looking that Fan Lihua was

furious. A door opened, and Fan Lihua stormed out. Passing Zhang Ziwen, he
glared at him and snorted heavily. Zhang Ziwen could only pretend not to see or hear. At this
moment , the rules Mu Qing had set still had some practical value.

Mu Qing had returned to her seat. Zhang Ziwen stared blankly at the computer screen, a soft
sobbing was very faint, but his hearing was too good; he heard it again and couldn't help but look over.

Just as he turned around, a white blob flew towards him. Zhang Ziwen reacted quickly, turning his head away
and grabbing it. It was soft and wet—damn, it was a tissue. The wetness was obvious; it was tears and snot. "Damn it,"
Zhang Ziwen muttered to himself, tossing the tissue into the wastebasket under the table.

"What are you looking at? It's all because of you!" Mu Qing said, her eyes red and pouting.

Because of me? Is she even reasonable? You caused all this trouble yourself; how can you blame me? Zhang Ziwen thought
to , finding this girl utterly unreasonable.

"Hmph, you're not happy about it? It's all because of you! I'm blaming you, so what? What can you do about it
?" Mu Qing saw the resentment in Zhang Ziwen's eyes and unleashed a torrent of anger at him.

"She's gone mad, this girl's gone mad," Zhang Ziwen thought bitterly. She was no longer acting like a general manager at all. What could he do in
a situation ? He could only pretend he hadn't heard; silence was his best option. There was no need to confront her.

Mu Qing's policy of non-resistance was truly unbearable. She felt
suffocated , uncomfortable, and frantic. She hated it so much. Her reputation had been trampled on so wantonly. Just to deal with this
jerk, she was being gossiped about, and she even had to argue with her loving fiancé. Was it worth it?

Mu Qing felt a pang of regret, but there was no going back now. She had already
gone down If she was suffering, she wouldn't let Zhang Ziwen get away with it. She wanted
revenge. She wanted Zhang Ziwen to suffer a hundred times more than she did. She wanted him to beg for mercy, to bow his head, to have
nightmares about her. This was just the first step; a series of methods would follow to make him taste her bitterness. Hmph, Zhang...
"Ziwen, you jerk, your good days are over!" Mu Qing gritted her teeth and glared at Zhang Ziwen.

Unfortunately, Zhang Ziwen didn't see it. He was currently pretending to be engrossed in his computer screen, unaware
that his boring and unbearable days were almost over. What awaited him was Mu Qing's meticulously planned prank. (Chapter
61, Midnight Bell, Episode 4)

Mu Qing's behavior today was a bit strange. Logically, after arguing with her fiancé, she should be in a bad mood. Zhang Ziwen
was prepared for her to cause trouble, but the problem was that she hadn't made a move even as the workday was almost over. He couldn't figure out
what this girl was thinking. Her work was still busy, with constant phone calls and documents. But one thing was strange: Zhang Ziwen
occasionally stole glances at her and saw a slight smile occasionally appearing on her lips. Zhang Ziwen was a little unsure.
Was her only purpose to leave him hanging here? To make him bored and miserable? It couldn't be that easy, could it? If
that were the case, that would be great. I could just install a game on my computer and easily

pass the time. Or, if all else fails, I could chat with Li Yan on QQ after her holiday; that would kill time just as well.

The clock struck 5, and Zhang Ziwen breathed a sigh of relief. Another day had passed peacefully. She quickly packed her things,
stood up, and prepared to leave work. Just like the day before, Zhang Ziwen didn't want to stay a second longer.

Before she even reached the door, Mu Qing called her back to her desk. Zhang Ziwen looked at her questioningly,
wondering what she was up to.

"Here are three documents. They're about some of our company's recent investment projects in other cities. Take them back and
take a look . Learn about the funding arrangements for these projects." Mu Qing handed the three documents to Zhang Ziwen.

"I'll look at them. Is there anything else? If not, I'll be going now." Zhang Ziwen couldn't detect
anything wrong with her tone.

"You can go now. Oh, and remember to keep your phone on 24/7," Mu Qing said, glancing at him before continuing
, "I don't want to hear about how to turn it off or that it's out of service. You know the rules,
it's 100 yuan deducted each time. If I call 10 more times and still can't get through, it's 1000 yuan. Don't blame me for not
warning you then."

Zhang Ziwen nodded to show he understood, and after confirming there was nothing else, he took the documents and turned to leave,
not wanting to stay a moment longer.

Back in Xianghe Lane, Zhang Ziwen parked his car, grabbed a quick bite at a street stall, took
a shower, and sat shirtless on the sofa. He carefully reviewed the documents Mu Qing had given him at the company
that day . Regardless of her motives, he dared not neglect his work. The documents weren't complicated;
they were weekly funding plans, outlining the flow of funds based on the progress of different projects to ensure their
smooth operation. Zhang Ziwen couldn't quite grasp the details, but he could
estimate the time and cost required to complete a project based on the documents. His keen calculation skills were an innate
talent, likely related to his past success in assassinations. Sniping a target required precise calculations, from distance and
wind direction to angle and the time it would take for the bullet to hit a moving target, culminating in
a single, decisive pull of the trigger.

Zhang Ziwen had never been exposed to these things before, but once he was, he could quickly pick them up. Work ability isn't
measured by diplomas; it's about having the opportunity to experience them. At least now, he had that opportunity.
There was so much he needed to learn: company operations, company management, company projects. Given
the opportunity , he believed he could fully master these skills. Looking at the documents in his hands, feeling a deep understanding,
Zhang Ziwen felt he had made the right gamble. By enduring a moment of frustration, he could glimpse things he had never encountered before.
Now, thinking back to his previous clerical work, he finally understood why people looked at him with such strange eyes.
Answering phones, filling out forms, and delivering documents all day—that job truly had no future.

In the military, he was a top performer, known as an elite, never failing in any mission, accumulating countless merits—
but what did it all amount to? In this cesspool of local society, he was practically a naive and inexperienced person,
no different from someone who had just graduated from elementary school. Even in his own company, a simple job transfer could cause so much gossip and arouse
the jealousy of countless people. If this is how things are in a company, in an increasingly competitive social environment, he is nothing more than a small boat in
a vast ocean , with the possibility of capsizing at any moment.

The military cultivated his patience, taught him to treat trivial matters with equanimity, and
prevented him from holding grudges over minor issues. At least he had a broad mind; he
could endure, tolerate, and face things head-on. Even after being misunderstood multiple times and suffering countless injustices, he could face them calmly and
no longer dwell on the past. As a soldier, a soldier who had made mistakes, he had been decadent and
given up. His ideals were pitifully small; he only wanted a peaceful life and didn't want to recall the past. Once he left the military ,
he was no longer a member of the military. He only wanted a simple life. He once held the idea of avoiding trouble if he couldn't afford to offend anyone,
until he was misunderstood by Wu Min and sent to the detention center. Only after meeting the understanding Tang Shu did he begin to have a small
change in mindset. However, this small change was thwarted by Mu Qing, the woman who opposed him. She was
forcing him step by step into an unknown environment, and his heart was quietly changing with these complex circumstances.

The future was still uncertain for him, and he couldn't be bothered to think about it. For now, all he could do was take it one step at a time,

lying in bed smoking, his ear pressed to the phone, chatting with Tang Shu. This was practically his nightly
ritual before bed. He never dared to express his feelings to Tang Shu because he felt he wasn't
good enough. All he could do for now was talk to her on the phone, meet her, or have dinner together. His
feelings remained buried deep in his heart until the day he felt worthy. Then, he would
express his love to the beautiful and understanding Tang Shu without hesitation

. After the pleasant and tender phone call, Zhang Ziwen turned off the light and lay in bed, half-asleep, when
his phone suddenly rang. Still half-asleep, Zhang Ziwen picked up the phone from the bedside table, glanced at the caller ID, and cursed
inwardly , "Damn it, can't I get any sleep?" It was Mu Qing, the person currently giving Zhang Ziwen the biggest headache
.

"Hello, Mr. Mu," Zhang Ziwen mumbled.

"Zhang Ziwen, take a look at your files. Do you have a project in Jiang'an City?" Mu Qing's clear voice
came through .

"Let me see, just a moment," Zhang Ziwen got up, walked to the sofa and coffee table, picked up the files and looked at them: "Yes, there is
a file about Jiang'an. Is there something you need?"

"Nonsense, why would I call you so late?" Mu Qing's voice on the phone was rude. "Listen,
Jiang'an urgently needs this document. Deliver it to the Jiang'an project team now and give it to Manager Ning. The address is at the bottom of
the document . Leave immediately, don't delay." The phone went silent as soon as she finished speaking, hanging up quickly.

Zhang Ziwen smiled wryly. Damn, so this is why they make me keep my phone on 24/7. He checked the time; it was a
little past 1 a.m. Jiang'an was over 100 kilometers from Zhonghai. A round trip on the highway would take less than two hours, and he could even take a nap
when he got back . Zhang Ziwen quickly went to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water, put on his clothes, grabbed the document, and rushed
downstairs.

With few cars on the highway at night, Zhang Ziwen pushed his Passat to the limit, practically flooring the gas pedal. At
220 km/h, the car smoothly exited the tollbooth in no time.

He personally handed the documents to Project Manager Ning and returned to Zhonghai at the same speed. Checking the time, he realized it
had taken just over an hour, including the journey to deliver the documents. He settled down for bed and fell into a deep
sleep the moment

. His phone rang again. He'd only been asleep for a little over an hour when the phone's agonizing ringtone started again. Picking
it up, Zhang Ziwen almost wanted to smash it. Who else could it be but Mu Qing?

But it wasn't Mu Qing's voice; it was another woman. She told him he needed to
deliver another document to Huailin City urgently and that he had to leave immediately. Judging by the timing of the call, it was calculated to be the time it would take
him to drive from Jiang'an and back. "Damn it," Zhang Ziwen cursed. That girl was probably fast asleep right now.
Damn it!

Cursing was useless. Huailin was more than 100 kilometers away from Zhonghai. It was already past 3 a.m., so he hurried back to get some sleep
. Zhang Ziwen cursed and drove his Passat onto the highway. He
had really had his fill of racing late at night. The car shot off like an arrow. In one blink, you could only see two red dots on the rear of the car before it disappeared.
It was incredibly fast.

It wasn't even 5 a.m. when Zhang Ziwen got home. He was exhausted from the ordeal. It had taken over three hours and
covered more than 400 kilometers round trip. Luckily, he was in good physical condition and could handle it. When he got home, Zhang Ziwen didn't even bother to take off his clothes and
collapsed onto the bed.

His phone rang for the third time. The clock showed 6 a.m. The timing was perfect. It was good that he hadn't fallen asleep yet. What he feared was that
he would be sound asleep when something happened. Zhang Ziwen was going crazy. He had finally witnessed one of Mu Qing's tricks. This trick
would leave you severely injured, if not dead. Ruthless. This girl was ruthless. How could she come up with such a vicious trick and leave you
speechless ? It was all urgent work-related matters. What could Zhang Ziwen say? Keep driving and having fun! Damn, this 18,000
yuan monthly salary is hotter than I imagined.

Back in Zhonghai, the sun was shining brightly, and early risers were already buying breakfast and heading home.
That night, Zhang Ziwen drove nearly 700 kilometers, delivering three documents to three different cities.
Checking the time, there wasn't much time left before work, so he didn't need to go home. He drove directly to the vicinity of the company,
found a place to eat breakfast, and checked his watch. It was a little past 8 o'clock. Zhang Ziwen parked the car in the parking lot, set his phone
alarm for 8:40, and was determined to take a half-hour nap.

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