[Urban] A Born Romantic and Lucky Man (Complete) - Chapter 23

Chapter 119 Recruiting Soldiers

The next day, as I arrived at the school gate, I saw a large group of students gathered around the blackboard. A few students, seeing me approach, smiled and said, "The president's here."

I was startled, squeezed through the crowd, and saw that it was the second-in-command and several classmates putting up posters for the foundation. The second-in-command, seeing me, boasted, "How about it, boss? The brothers were quick, weren't they? They got the posters ready yesterday afternoon. What do you think of the writing?"

The posters were computer-printed and enlarged, not handwritten. Although the second-in-command and his friends had excellent grades, their handwriting was less than impressive; using a computer to print was a way of hiding their shortcomings.

We had already discussed the content of the posters on the phone yesterday—it was about promoting the foundation's purpose and the Christmas work program. Students who want to work are generally from families with limited financial means. To protect their self-esteem, we don't mention welcoming students from disadvantaged backgrounds to work on our promotional posters. Instead, we ask questions like, "Do you want to experience self-reliance?"

, "Do you want to earn your tuition with your own hands?"

, and "Are you willing to use your intelligence?"

This way, not only students from disadvantaged backgrounds apply, but also those from wealthier families. Our foundation is a non-profit charity fund, and any surplus will be used for charitable purposes. The specific charitable uses will be decided by the foundation's members. We, as sixteen or seventeen-year-old students, haven't yet graduated and have long been heavily instilled with moral values by the school. Our thinking is still quite progressive and we are very enthusiastic about helping students. Some students have already inquired about joining.

I took a moment to ask the second-in-command, "How come you're so bold today? Posting posters at the school gate so early in the morning, aren't you afraid Mediterranean will cause you trouble?"

The second-in-command replied, "Old Tian is in a meeting upstairs, he won't be around for the next few days."

He then gestured to the side, saying, "Look over there, someone posted theirs even earlier than us. If they're going to cause trouble, they can't come after us first."

There was another large poster nearby, and when I looked, I saw that it was posted by Zhang Sanfeng. It was about organizing inter-class football and basketball games. This is an old practice in various schools. Every year, they first organize inter-class games at the school level, and then the winning teams represent the school, or they select outstanding players to form a new school team to participate in the city-wide middle school games. Organizing intra-school games is usually the job of the student council's sports committee member, but now the former committee member has gone to university, and the new one hasn't even been elected yet. Zhang Sanfeng is just our class's sports committee member, but he posted a poster, practically acting as the student council's "sports committee member."

This is naturally because Mediterranean is backing him up, and the purpose is obviously to create conditions for Zhang Sanfeng to enter the student council. By having Zhang Sanfeng "temporarily" organize the school competition, the school undoubtedly wanted to give students the impression that it supported his entry into the student council. Although we don't have much social experience, we could still see through such an obvious "election campaign." Unless someone had a deep-seated grudge against Zhang Sanfeng or dared to confront the school authorities, no one would dare to run against him. It seems I wasn't the only one who knew how to "build momentum" for the election.

With Zhang Sanfeng's poster as a companion, even the bald guy probably wouldn't say anything after seeing our poster. After all, Zhang Sanfeng hadn't officially joined the student council yet, and the poster was still signed by our Class 12 Sports Committee member, just like us, posted in his personal capacity.

Besides posting at the school gate, the second-in-command also posted them at the entrances of three teaching buildings and the cafeteria, making quite a splash. Now I became a celebrity at school again. The following day, we received inquiries from hundreds of students, and more than thirty students initially expressed their intention to join. Zhang Sanfeng, watching us busy receiving visiting students, seemed a little envious. We were also busy posting posters, but his door was deserted, with no visitors. Clearly, the students didn't yet acknowledge his "independent" status as the student council's sports committee member.

Liu Ruolan, seeing my "misbehavior," was both angry and amused, but unable to do anything about it, could only warn me to be careful and not cause her any more trouble. Mediterranean had mentioned my situation to Liu Ruolan several times; if she kept protecting me, she'd be in a difficult position.

In the next two days, my foundation had already accepted over forty official members, and it was beginning to take shape. Lin Shiyi became the manager of the "Public Relations Department," responsible for attracting clients; most of her subordinates were classmates whose families had certain social connections. Ding Ling was the manager of the "Finance Department," since her mother was the director of the tax bureau. The second-in-command was the manager of the "Human Resources Department," responsible for recruiting new members and assigning tasks. The "Business Department" mainly handled e-commerce matters, including sales and procurement. The "Production Department" was responsible for delivery and decoration. We don't know each other very well yet, and we don't know each other's abilities, so these two positions are temporarily vacant, waiting for capable individuals. I am, of course, the chairman of the foundation, but the second-in-command always calls me "Boss," only "President," never "Chairman," making me feel like a mafia boss.

The internal organization is going smoothly, but my external efforts are quite difficult.

The license hasn't been approved, which is a major problem. We're doing legitimate business with companies and hotels, not playing house. We need to provide official invoices and open bank accounts, which requires a business license from the Administration for Industry and Commerce. Otherwise, they won't even make an official seal, let alone a tax registration certificate. I honestly didn't know starting a foundation would be so complicated. I went to the Administration for Industry and Commerce to submit my application, but they just glanced at me and gave me a "red light," telling me not to joke around and interfere with their work. I'm just under 18, but legally, anyone over 16 who earns their main income through their own labor is a natural person with full civil capacity. Even if I'm still in school, they can't deprive me of my legal rights.

I argued my case at the window, showing my ID to prove I was over 16, my stock trading card to prove I'd been investing in stocks and had over 200,000 yuan in my account, proving I had legal capacity and the financial means to start a company. I also showed my sister's CPA certificate to prove my foundation had qualified accounting staff. Finally, I presented the "Clover Foundation's" bylaws to prove our foundation was a charitable organization. I even brought up Ding Ling's mother and Lin Shiyi's father to try and pull some strings, but the people at the Industry and Commerce Bureau absolutely refused to process my application. However, they didn't kick me out as a troublemaker. It wasn't that they didn't want to, but that they didn't dare; if they pushed me too far, I would file a complaint. The service attitude of these window staff is evaluated, and there are cameras monitoring it. If they fail their year-end assessment, their bonuses are deducted; repeated low scores lead to suspension for training or even layoffs. The salaries of civil servants here are far higher than those of factory workers. I heard that even the ordinary staff at the window earn no less than 50,000 yuan a year, including salary and bonuses. Where can I find such a good job after being laid off? It's nominally an 8-hour workday, but you're lucky if you actually work half that. Plus, there are weekends off, pension insurance, and critical illness insurance. Try working in a factory; you only earn 10,000 yuan a year without a break.

The staff at the window were completely bewildered by my explanation and finally told me to go see the bureau chief. Did they think I was too young and inexperienced to go? I actually went to the bureau chief's office. Surprisingly, his attitude was quite good, which was rather unexpected. He wasn't like the "public servant" but actually "public enemy" figures I often saw in the newspapers. But judging from his bulging belly, he couldn't possibly be a "Jiao Yulu" type of person.

It seemed this was the first time the bureau chief had encountered a high school student wanting to start a company. He chatted with me for over half an hour with great interest, but in the end, he didn't budge. He told me that if I wanted to start a company, it would be best to wait until I turned 18 in two years. Otherwise, I would need a certificate from the neighborhood committee proving that stock trading was indeed my main source of income. This certificate was hard to get, and my sister wouldn't agree. I had only mentioned setting up a foundation to my sister when she gave me a severe scolding, telling me to focus on my studies first and stop messing around with these shady things. Also, if I wanted to set up a charitable foundation, I should register with the civil affairs department, obtain a social organization code certificate, and then go to the industry and commerce bureau and tax authorities to complete the relevant procedures.

It turned out I was like a monk in a church, having gone to the wrong place. I fled the industry and commerce bureau's lobby, blushing. It's all my sister's fault; she ordered me to concentrate on my studies and told Zhang Min and Xu Ke not to help me brainstorm ideas for setting up a foundation, leaving me clueless about all these procedures. I didn't dare go to Lin Shiyi's house to ask President Lin, because I didn't want to be caught by Xiaoyi's mother asking about the "birth control pill incident," and then I didn't dare go to Ding Ling's house to ask her mother either.

I went to the Civil Affairs Bureau, but the situation was similar; they mainly thought I was too young. In China, it's not common for individuals to establish charitable foundations in their own names. Usually, it's celebrities who set up foundations under their large companies, with funding allocated by the company, and some donations can be tax-deductible. Or, individuals donate a sum of money to establish a special fund, specifying the specific donation projects or recipients, and the specific operation is handled by a designated person in the government's civil affairs department. They had never encountered someone like me, a middle school student, establishing a foundation and specifying that I would manage it myself. There was no precedent, and they didn't know how to handle it. In the end, they told me to go back first, and they needed to hold a meeting to discuss it. The problem is, time waits for no one. Christmas is less than two months away, and sourcing, receiving, and delivering goods all take time. I'm anxious. But the people at the Civil Affairs Bureau aren't in a hurry; they have plenty of time to study the matter.

It seems I'll need to come up with another plan. When I get back, I'll discuss it with Ding Ling and ask her to talk to Captain Li's wife and ask her to come back to the school to interview about the new developments, help promote it, and create some buzz. These days, it's not like "people are afraid of becoming famous, just as pigs are afraid of getting fat." Sometimes, the more famous you are, the better. Otherwise, why are some government officials so keen on "vanity projects"? It's simply to become famous and climb the ranks.

These past few nights, I've been alternating between Li Ruyun's house and Zhang Ning's hotel, my nightlife has been quite "fulfilling," and I haven't had time to go to the SWAT team training. I wonder if Arno will give me a hard time or special treatment next time I go to the SWAT team. These days have been really busy, everyone's busy. I'm busy preparing for the foundation and dealing with endless homework every day. My sister and Zhang Min are busy preparing for the discount pharmacy and also checking on the progress of our new house renovation. We plan to move in before the end of the year. The lawsuit is still ongoing; we received a court notice for the first hearing next week, and we need to prepare our response materials. Meanwhile, Xiao Li is about to have surgery and has been in the hospital for pre-operative observation for the past two days. Although Xiao Li's mother comes to the hospital to take care of her at night, my sister mainly takes care of her on weekdays, as Xiao Li's family still relies on her mother for support. Xu Ke and Li Ruyun are relatively relaxed, spending their days trading stocks and futures on the computer. Zhang Ning, one of the major shareholders of our "investment fund," has naturally given them some pointers through Fang Xiaoyi. She's a bit of a spoiled brat and doesn't want the awkwardness of addressing Xu Ke and Li Ruyun as sisters face-to-face. Fang Xiaoyi has been going out frequently these past two days; I don't know what she's up to. She seems to have many connections. I asked her to pay attention to my sister's lawsuit and gather some evidence.

Zhang Sanfeng has been nagging me these past two days, basically saying I'm trying to win people over. But I ignored him; I'm too busy with so many things to do, I don't have time for banter. Otherwise, if I just said, "I learned this from your father," we'd be fighting again. The second-in-command and the others were a bit upset, but I managed to calm them down. According to unconfirmed sources, the four thugs I beat up outside the movie theater a few days ago were released after being locked up for half a month. A couple of days ago, someone was even asking about me outside the school, probably wanting revenge. This is "internal and external troubles," I guess. Looks like I can't slack off on martial arts training; maybe I'll have to set up a "security department" within the foundation.

It's already Thursday. Mediterranean has been in meetings for three days and is coming back today. I wonder what kind of interference he'll have with my "foundation" this time. However, I heard from Ding Ling that Captain Li's wife also came to the school for an interview this morning. I can only hope that Captain Li's wife arrives first. After the reporter's positive coverage, I'll become a "model" figure, and the bald man won't be able to do anything about it; after all, we have to uphold the school's honor. I think I've also performed exceptionally well in terms of moral character. According to current regulations, I could get a 20-point bonus for college entrance exams. If I do well with the foundation, my performance will be even more outstanding. Maybe I can get into university without being the student council president. (Advertisement break: Still relying on your hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation!) Maintain the sensation of ejaculation for 30 minutes, enjoy the pleasure to the point of dizziness. Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter

Chapter 120: Public Opinion Building.

Mediterranean invited me for "tea" at noon. His attitude was fairly good, and he said to me in a calm tone, "Little Xin, you've become famous again these past two days. I heard you're going to start some kind of charity foundation. Why haven't I heard you report it to the school?"

Although Mediterranean was out in meetings, someone would naturally report the situation at school to him. Maybe it was his favorite student, Zhang Sanfeng, who reported it. Mediterranean is the dean of students, in charge of political work, and teaches senior high school politics. He's very sensitive to students like us forming private groups. If we were labeled as an illegal group because of any extreme words or actions, he, as the school leader in charge of politics, would be in deep trouble and lose his job.

I said, "Teacher Tian, we only came up with this idea a couple of days ago. The purpose of establishing this foundation is to help students from impoverished families work part-time to earn their tuition fees, so it won't cause any trouble for the school."

I had come prepared, carrying our foundation's promotional brochure, which I handed to Mediterranean. The brochure was hastily printed, and under Fang Xiaoyi's guidance, it had undergone some artistic embellishment. Besides stating our public service mission, it added clichés like loving the motherland and supporting the Party's leadership at the beginning. I was quite skeptical of adding these phrases; we're a public welfare foundation, not a political organization, so there's no need for such flattery. But in the end, I reluctantly added them. This way, at least in terms of political ideology, we're qualified and positive, which is acceptable to the school, and it will save us a lot of trouble when registering with the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Looking at the pamphlet, the bald man said, "Xiao Xin, it's good that you have this idea, but you're still students, and your energy is limited. Shouldn't you focus your main energy on your studies? The school and your parents have high expectations for you, hoping that you can all enter prestigious universities in the future. You must study hard!"

I replied, "Please rest assured, school leaders, we only participate in activities during our spare time, so it won't affect our studies. We're also planning to organize tutoring groups to help students who are struggling academically."

Our class's overall grades are lower than the top ten classes, and we need to work twice as hard to catch up. We spent a lot of money to get into this school, so we can't let our parents down.

Mediterranean said, “It’s good that you can focus your main energy on your studies. You can do the donation for education through Project Hope. They are a professional organization in this field, and they are better than students like you who haven’t even graduated yet.”

I said, “We still want to handle the education donation ourselves, so that we don’t have to worry about the donations being misappropriated without us even knowing.”

This is not without precedent. On November 29th of last year, after the Southern Weekend published the article “Tracing the Fake Letters from Project Hope Across a Thousand Miles” on its front and second pages, the person in charge in Xuanhan, Sichuan, who misappropriated donations and forged fake letters, was publicly and severely condemned.

During this year's National People's Congress (NPC) and Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference (CPPCC) sessions, Shen Jingzhu, an NPC deputy and professor of chemical engineering at Tsinghua University, proposed a motion demanding stronger oversight of charitable organizations. She stated that social welfare groups such as Project Hope (China Youth Development Foundation) must accept public scrutiny. At the same meeting, over 20 Hong Kong NPC deputies, led by NPC deputy and Hong Kong Legislative Council member Yang Yaozhong, also jointly submitted a motion entitled "Urging the Government to Thoroughly Investigate the Fund's Accounts to Safeguard Project Hope's Reputation." Both motions were clearly targeted at specific groups. Just before the opening of the NPC and CPPCC sessions, a Hong Kong newspaper reported on its front page that the Foundation was suspected of violating national regulations by misappropriating over 100 million yuan from Project Hope funds for investments in stocks, real estate, and various risky enterprises, resulting in huge losses. Many of these investments ended with "low returns and low efficiency." This matter attracted widespread attention in Hong Kong and overseas.

According to a Ming Pao report on March 22, the Central Propaganda Department of the Communist Party of China issued an emergency notice on March 20 to news authorities across the country, prohibiting media outlets from reporting on the Project Hope incident. Meanwhile, the latest issue of Guangzhou's *Southern Weekly*, scheduled for publication on the 21st, was ordered to halt printing and be replaced on the evening of the 20th due to a report exposing corruption within Project Hope. Over 300,000 copies already printed were sealed.

I first saw the article "Tracing the Fake Hope Letters Across a Thousand Miles" in the newspaper, and the rest I read from an internal reference. Given this precedent, would I still dare to invest money there? The corrupt hands that targeted Project Hope not only damaged the project's reputation but also the credibility of relevant Chinese departments. I believe this corruption is one of the most shameful evils in the world because it jeopardizes the future of children yearning for education and defiles a most sacred cause. When those beasts reach out their greedy hands to children, they have already lost their last vestiges of humanity and conscience. Moreover, the funds for Project Hope all come from the voluntary donations of kind-hearted people. It is that money that brings a sliver of sunshine and hope to the children. When they learn that their money has not brought blessings to the children but has been swallowed up by corrupt officials, what kind of disappointment and sorrow must they feel...

Mediterranean has always deeply resented my occasional extreme remarks, and today was no exception. He said, "Xiao Xin, don't believe some rumors and gossip in society. You should believe in the government's confidence in serving the people."

I didn't dare to argue with him too much, so I agreed with him a few times, indicating that I would no longer believe such things.

Mediterranean and I continued our "heart-to-heart talk." He naturally wanted me to give up the idea of starting a foundation, but I insisted on doing so. Seeing that he couldn't persuade me, the smile on Mediterranean's face faded, and he became slightly annoyed. If it were any other classmate, they probably would have already backed down, but I didn't want to give up my dream like this. In fact, I had nothing to be afraid of. What if I offended Mediterranean? As long as I didn't commit any particularly serious disciplinary violations, the school couldn't just expel me based on my act of saving people in the river. They wouldn't make things difficult for me academically. Fifth Middle School is a key high school, with a college entrance rate consistently above 97-98%. They wouldn't want me to fail to get into university and embarrass the school, so what did I have to fear? Perhaps because I possess some of Shi Zhongtian's memories, I feel my learning ability has improved considerably lately. Subjects like math, physics, and chemistry, which used to be insurmountable, seem much easier now, unlike when I was in junior high and couldn't understand them at all. Now, even if Bai Jie ignores me in class, I don't care. She teaches her lesson, and I do my homework; we don't disturb each other.

Mediterranean, seeing that I wouldn't listen to reason, was also annoyed but couldn't lash out. Our self-established foundation wasn't something the school explicitly prohibited, and besides, our principles were written so grandly that he couldn't find any reason to ban it. Of course, I couldn't completely offend him either, repeatedly stating that we would absolutely not affect our normal studies, giving Mediterranean a chance to ease the tension—after all, he was a teacher. I also mentioned the school's basketball and soccer selection competitions, expressing my strong desire to participate and strive for good results representing the school. Zhang Sanfeng is currently handling this, but due to his lack of influence, progress is slow; not a single team has signed up yet. I said this simply to indicate that I wouldn't "hinder" Zhang Sanfeng's candidacy for student council sports committee member, which improved Mediterranean's expression somewhat.

Li's wife was quite late, arriving only now. Mediterranean was very polite to her, calling her "Reporter Zhou, Reporter Zhou," and offering her a seat and tea. Reporters nowadays hold a high status, especially in government agencies at all levels, who have a love-hate relationship with them. On one hand, they need reporters to promote their achievements, but on the other hand, they fear local scandals and leaks being exposed. Li's wife is a top student in the journalism department of Fudan University in Shanghai, having written many excellent articles and gaining some renown in the city. Plus, her father is the head of the municipal propaganda department and a member of the municipal party committee, so she's considered a big shot in her newspaper. Every article she writes gets published. She interviewed me about my rescue in the river last time, but that was only because Ding Ling practically dragged her in. This time she came to interview me again, and Ding Ling had to personally invite her again. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to get her to do something so trivial—after all, she's Ding Ling's godmother.

Frankly, our story doesn't have much news value. The foundation hasn't even received its license yet; whether it will even open is another question. But a senior journalist is a senior journalist. If she wants to interview, she can always find some "highlights." First, a middle school student wanting to start a charitable foundation—that's the first time I've heard of such a thing. Scarcity makes it valuable, and I guess I got a word in edgewise. Second, it could also help guide social forces to engage in poverty alleviation and help the government solve some problems.

Now, with the widening gap between the rich and poor and the obvious trend of polarization, there's a growing resentment towards the wealthy in society. Laid-off workers and petitioners frequently stage sit-in protests in front of the municipal government. I've heard that some northern cities have even established special "petition offices," with branches in Beijing specifically to "intercept" petitioners coming to the capital. The higher authorities are now paying close attention to petition work, treating it as a matter of "stability" and "unity." There are quotas for the number of petitioners from various regions coming to Beijing; if the number exceeds a certain threshold, the local "top leader" will be held accountable. Our city also attaches great importance to maintaining social stability. Although there haven't been any major petitioning incidents in recent years, we haven't dared to let our guard down—it's a matter of political future.

Reporter Zhou acted quickly; my story appeared in the daily newspaper the next day. My incident wasn't a big deal, so naturally it wouldn't make the front page; it appeared in the local news section. But the coverage was quite extensive, even more so than when I went into the water to save someone. The report described how a middle school student wanted to start a charity fund but was unable to do so due to current regulations. The article praised my helpful intentions and called on "relevant departments" to support and guide emerging initiatives under new circumstances, allowing various grassroots forces to contribute their charitable efforts. It also listed other existing private charity funds in the city and their operations, expressing gratitude for their contributions to the government's poverty alleviation efforts. The same article appeared in the afternoon evening paper, as it's also managed by the daily newspaper, and they often share news.

This made me a school celebrity again, greatly increasing my popularity. If I ran for student council president now, I think my chances of winning are extremely high. My fame brings honor to the school, and at the end of the year, I can boast about how much our moral character has improved under the school's education.

Lin Shiyi insisted I treat her to dinner that night; her excited and smug expression made it seem like she was the one in the newspaper. "It's a bit too early to treat everyone before things are even settled," Xiao Yi said. "What's the big deal? Once you're in the newspaper and famous, things will be much easier. You stingy guy, we're asking you to treat us to a meal, can't you? Consider it a celebration for the establishment of our foundation."

The second-in-command added, "And also, a celebration for the boss becoming the student council president! That's double happiness, good things come in pairs."

This kid was getting more and more exaggerated, as if I were already the president of both the foundation and the student council.

Seeing our smug looks, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but feel jealous and said sourly, "So what if you're in the newspaper? You think you're so great? Don't think others don't know, you just had someone write a boastful article."

Lin Shiyi said, "Are you jealous again? If you're so capable, why don't you get someone to put you on the newspaper? Isn't your uncle the director of the TV station? How come we only see your father on TV? Let us see you on TV once too!"

Zhang Sanfeng said, "Why are you so smug about someone getting on the newspaper? Who are you to him?"

He glanced at Xiaoyi and added, "Even if you wanted to be the Chairman's wife, it's probably not your turn. There are people more beautiful than you."

He had always been jealous of Lin Shiyi and me being together, and now he was taking the opportunity to stir up trouble by using Ding Ling to attack Xiaoyi. Xiao Yi had always been bothered by the fact that her beauty ranked only fourth, and this hit a nerve. She retorted, "What about your committee member's wife? You've been chasing her for two months and she still hasn't paid any attention to you."

I was in a good mood today and didn't want Zhang Sanfeng to spoil our fun, so I said, "Zhang, if you don't like me, come at me. No need to act tough in front of girls. Don't think you're so great just because you have a father who's the mayor. Besides practicing martial arts for a few days and being able to fight, what else do you have to be arrogant about? If you're so capable, compete with me in academics, or even in picking up girls. Aren't you chasing the school beauty? Let's see who can win over Bai Jingjing! Ah, stop twisting me!"

The last "twist" was from Xiao Yi's pinch.

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes reddened with anger; these were both his weaknesses. He stormed over. I said, "Don't be impulsive. A gentleman uses words, not fists. If you have the guts, then say it. Hey, don't rush to curse me again. I won't fight you again. Okay, okay, I admit I'm scared of you. I admit I can't beat you, okay? Your vanity is satisfied now. I'm very busy right now and don't have time to play with you. Didn't you want to run for sports committee member? Aren't you afraid that fighting will ruin your image? Maybe we'll even work together in the student council in the future."

Zhang Sanfeng was stunned with anger, but he actually held back and said, "You, surnamed Ye, just you wait and see."

The bell for the last class in the afternoon rang, and we all sat down for class.

Damn it, I'm finding it increasingly pointless to fight Zhang Sanfeng. Aside from his better fighting skills, he can't compare to me in anything else: when it comes to picking up girls, I'm surrounded by beauties; when it comes to studying, I'm making rapid progress; when it comes to popularity and reputation, I'm at the peak of my career at school; he has a mayor father, but I'm not bad either—my in-laws are both bureau-level leaders, and my father-in-law is a prominent entrepreneur in the city, so we're all powerful and influential. What's the point of fighting him? At most, we'd just have a fight, but that can't compare to the sense of accomplishment I get from starting my own foundation.

After school, I had Xiaoyi and the second-in-command gather the other members of the foundation's preparatory committee to discuss the upcoming publicity and membership recruitment. Our foundation has been featured in the newspaper, and next week we'll definitely see even more students signing up. Besides those genuinely in need, there will likely be quite a few students just looking for fun and excitement. We need to be careful with our admissions; we can't let the good mix in, or the bald guy will have an excuse to talk bad about us.

After the meeting, we naturally planned to go to a restaurant for a big meal. These guys wouldn't be satisfied without taking a cut, so it looks like I'll be spending a lot tonight.

P.S.: Based on some readers' opinions, I think it's better to describe the main events in more detail, without artificially speeding up the pace. However, after an event concludes, a longer period can be covered with a few strokes to speed up the timeline. Minor details can be simplified. What do you all think? As for erotic content, there will still be some, but the pacing and proportion need to be controlled. It can't be in every chapter, that wouldn't be good, and it might get censored. Neither of us likes seeing that happen.

Chapter 121: Joy Turns to Sorrow

. At the restaurant, I naturally chose the seafood restaurant owned by Lin Shiyi's father. With the owner's daughter there, showing off my gold card would at least get me a discount. If I revealed my princess status, I could eat for free. However, today is to celebrate the founding of our foundation, so I can't just eat for free. In the end, of course, I paid the bill. After the discount for ten people, it came to a little over 700 yuan. This was only because Xiaoyi and the others saved me money by not ordering any fancy dishes. If everyone had ordered abalone, I would have gone bankrupt. Luckily, I have some money now; otherwise

, I would never have been able to afford such expensive guests. After the meal, everyone's spirits were still high. Since we were all in such a good mood, we went to a karaoke bar together. Naturally, we went to the Lin family's place again. To save money, we didn't go to a private room; the main hall was fine too. Karaoke bars are really high-end places. The entrance fee alone was 30 yuan per person, and that was with Xiaoyi's gold card discount. Once inside, it was inevitable to spend money. A standard tea cost 10 yuan, a pack of thread cost 10 yuan—it was practically robbery! The profit margin wasn't calculated as a percentage, but as multiples. But there were still a lot of people, and the main hall was soon full.

The karaoke bar has bands and singers performing every day, and their skills are all very high. Many customers come specifically for the singers and bands. After a singer finishes a song, fans often give them bouquets or flower baskets. A bouquet of flowers that costs 30 yuan elsewhere costs at least 100 yuan here, and a flower basket can cost hundreds or even thousands. Although everyone knows the profit margin is huge, it's a "gentle rip-off," but people are still willing to be ripped off. Nobody wants to appear stingy in front of friends and family, especially when it comes to couples in love. While

Lin Shiyi and the others listened to the songs, I started thinking about my business again. I wondered where they got their fresh flowers and preserved plums from, and if we could get a supply contract with them. Seeing my absent-minded look, Lin Shiyi asked if I wasn't feeling well. When she learned I was thinking about business, she was both amused and annoyed, scolding, "Are you obsessed with money? Thinking about money while with a girl is really hurtful, you know?"

She playfully pinched me, but I whispered in her ear, "Are you even a girl anymore?" I

dodged her next attack and stood up. Lin Shiyi asked, "Where are you going?"

I replied, "I'm going up on stage to sing you a song. How about that? Romantic enough?"

The singers had just finished a few songs, and it was intermission. I went up on stage, picked up the microphone, and said, "Hello, everyone. Today I'd like to dedicate a song to my beloved girlfriends, wishing them happiness every day."

The audience chuckled, thinking I'd slipped up, saying "girlfriends," and that they'd definitely get a scolding from their girlfriends when they got home. The second-in-command and the others laughed and cheered. Xiao Yi and Ding Ling, though they didn't say anything, were definitely happy inside.

I've always considered myself a pretty good singer, but this was my first time performing on stage, so I was a little nervous. However, once the music started, my nervousness disappeared. I sang the old classic "The Moon Represents My Heart," which wasn't difficult at all—perfect for pleasing my girlfriend. If I couldn't even sing this kind of song well, I might as well just die. After I finished, the audience applauded enthusiastically. I don't know if it was out of politeness or because I really sang well, but I was flattered and quite proud. Feeling smug, I sang an encore, "True Hero" by Emil Chau. The applause was even louder then, so it wasn't just out of politeness; my singing really was quite good.

What made me even prouder was that someone presented me with a flower basket—three of them at once! Even singers only get this kind of treatment on stage. Two of the flower baskets, each costing 250 yuan, were from our table. It was obvious that Lin Shiyi and Ding Ling each sent one. Honestly, even sending flower baskets has to be done separately! They're both my girlfriends, yet they're competing and showing off their wealth. With that money, I could have just paid for my meal at the restaurant. The other one was even bigger, a 500 yuan flower basket, sent by a hostess from another table. Before I left the stage, the host whispered a few words to me, telling me to go backstage later to settle my accounts. The profits from the flower baskets are split between the karaoke bar and the singer, usually 50/50. Today, I earned 1000 yuan from flower baskets for just one song. After deducting costs, I'll get about 400 yuan, which covers the cost of the karaoke bar tickets. Maybe the karaoke bar will even sign me because I sing so well. That's not a bad way to make money; maybe I can even introduce other classmates to come and sing here.

After stepping off the stage, I wanted to thank the customer who gave me the flowers. The waiter said it was a young lady who sent them; who knows, maybe a romantic encounter might even happen! But that was definitely just wishful thinking. Lin Shiyi and Ding Ling were still waiting for me; if I had any such improper thoughts, they'd kill me.

But then I was immediately startled. Those two customers were actually Zhang Ning and Fang Xiaoyi! I wondered what they were doing here. I was supposed to be with them today, but instead, I was here having fun with Lin Shiyi and Ding Ling. I hoped they wouldn't be jealous.

Fang Xiaoyi glanced at me and laughed, "You seem quite pleased with yourself today, making the news again and becoming a celebrity. Are you here celebrating with some young girls? Why didn't you invite us? We could have shared the fun."

I laughed, "Don't tease me. My classmates are in such high spirits, I have to show my appreciation. What brings you all here to listen to music today?"

Fang Xiaoyi said, "You're out here having a good time, while we're stuck in the hotel doing nothing."

I said, "What a coincidence! We bumped into each other at this time, and you even spent money on a big flower basket for me. You might as well have just given me cash, so the karaoke bar wouldn't have to split half of it."

Fang Xiaoyi chuckled, "You little devil, you can't shake your greedy nature."

We couldn't linger here. If Lin Shiyi saw I hadn't come over yet and saw Zhang Ning and the other two, she'd be jealous. Now that the two jealous ones are already at it, I can't let the other two get jealous too. Seeing that Zhang Ning hadn't said a word, I wondered if she was really jealous and angry. I said, "Sister Ning, why aren't you talking to me? Are you really angry with me?"

Zhang Ning said, "How could I dare to be angry with you, young master?"

I said, "How could I act like a young master in front of you? You're a princess, and I'm just little Gui Zi."

Zhang Ning laughed, "You little rascal, be careful I don't really turn you into a little eunuch."

I seized the opportunity and said, "Good sister, I'll go now. I'll definitely come back to keep you company tonight."

They're going back to Shanghai the day after tomorrow, Sunday, so I need to spend the whole day with them tomorrow.

Zhang Ning pulled me aside and pressed me down to sit next to her, saying, "What, afraid the girls will get jealous?"

I said, "What are you talking about? What do I have to be afraid of?"

Fang Xiaoyi said, "Don't be stubborn, the girls are coming over."

I said, "Don't try to scare me, I won't fall for it."

Fang Xiaoyi said, "Believe it or not, don't blame me if you get jealous later." Unexpectedly,

Lin Shiyi really came over. Seeing me, she sat between Zhang Ning and Fang Xiaoyi. The two of them were deliberately sticking to me, and I got angry and turned to leave. Zhang Ning said, "Why didn't you chase after her?"

I said, "Why chase after her? She'll calm down in a few days."

Honestly, she knows I have many girlfriends, but she still can't change her jealous habit. If every girlfriend was like her, I'd be living in a vat of vinegar every day.

But despite my words, I sat next to Zhang Ning for a while longer before going backstage to collect my 400 yuan "red envelope." Then I returned to our table and explained to the second-in-command that I had run into an acquaintance and chatted for a bit. They naturally didn't suspect anything and showered me with compliments, praising my singing as heavenly and insisting I perform at the school's New Year's Eve gala.

After ten o'clock, the students started leaving to go home. After much persuasion and coaxing, I finally returned to Zhang Ning and said, "Alright, the guests have all gone home. We should head home as a couple."

Zhang Ning rolled her eyes at me, "Who said we're a couple?"

But she smiled and let me put one arm around her waist and the other around Fang Xiaoyi as we got up to go back to the hotel. Having two women on either side made the people at the next table envious, jealous, and green with envy. If Lin Shiyi and Ding Ling hadn't gone home, I could have gone home as a couple!

Once outside the karaoke bar, Fang Xiaoyi went to get the car from the underground parking garage, leaving Zhang Ning and me to wait at the entrance. A cool breeze blew by, causing Zhang Ning to shiver slightly and snuggle into my arms. It was already late autumn, a week after the "Frost's Descent" solar term, and the nights were quite chilly, yet Zhang Ning and Fang Xiaoyi were still wearing light, thin dresses, truly prioritizing style over warmth. Holding Zhang Ning close, I naturally wanted to take advantage of her a little, making her ticklish. She playfully scolded, "Where are you touching me?" and

pretended to pull away from my embrace. I said, "What are you afraid of? Nobody sees."

Just as I was about to unleash my groping, several people walked past. Zhang Ning, still being touched, saw someone approaching and pulled me away. Suddenly realizing something was wrong, I forcefully pushed Zhang Ning away. Looking down, a beer bottle whistled through the air and smashed into my shoulder. Had I not been alert, the blow might have split my head open. I turned back, wincing in pain, to see three strangers attacking me. I yelled, "Who are you? Have you mistaken me for someone else?"

Before I finished speaking, a flash of white light appeared before my eyes, and I jerked back, feeling a sharp pain in my leg. Damn it, they'd used a knife. I gritted my teeth in pain, twisted my body, and elbowed one of the guys in the stomach, then kicked him in the instep. He groaned in pain, and I snatched the bottle from his hand, smashing it with a soft crack. I figured his finger was definitely broken. I'd used too much force, and the bottle flew out of my hand, shattering on the ground.

Zhang Ning, caught off guard by my push, almost fell, but quickly regained her senses and said, "Who are you? Stop it, or I'll call the police!"

Hearing this, the three guys didn't linger and turned to run. Zhang Ning was wearing high heels and couldn't run fast. Seeing I was injured, she didn't chase after me, but instead helped me up while calling the police. By the time the police arrived, those three guys would have vanished without a trace.

When Fang Xiaoyi drove out, she saw me lying on the ground, Zhang Ning helping me and calling the police. Fang Xiaoyi jumped out of the car, quickly tore her coat into strips, and tightly bound them to my thigh to prevent excessive blood loss. While bandaging me, she asked if I knew who attacked me and if I had seen their features. It happened so suddenly; I was injured before I could even react. I didn't have time to think about any of that. The lighting outside was dim, so I didn't get a clear look at the three men, but they definitely weren't the three thugs I fought with last time.

Now, with my leg injured and covered in blood, I was quite frightening. Zhang Ning said, "Xiaoyi, don't ask anymore. Let's get Xiaoxin to the hospital first

." Fang Xiaoyi helped me into the car and let Zhang Ning drive to the hospital.

I had two injuries. My shoulder was swollen from being hit by a beer bottle. But the more serious injury was the knife wound on my thigh, more than ten centimeters long. If I hadn't dodged quickly, it probably would have hit my genitals. It really hurt.

Fang Xiaoyi and Zhang Ning asked if I had offended anyone. I racked my brains and the only thing that came to mind was the thugs I fought with at the movie theater. They'd been asking about my movements at school for days, and today they must have followed us to the karaoke bar, waiting for me to come out before attacking. The three men who attacked me were all strangers; they must have been hired help from those thugs, to avoid being recognized if they tried to fight me themselves. Damn it

, today's joy turned to sorrow. I've never been injured so badly in my life; the pain was so intense I was gritting my teeth. I couldn't swallow this insult; I had to get those thugs back, every last bit. Since they didn't do it themselves today, and we didn't catch them, we couldn't even describe their faces clearly. Even if the police went to them, they wouldn't admit it. I'd have to wait until I recovered and settle the score with them myself. Fang Xiaoyi told me not to rush things; they'd have someone investigate those thugs.

Chapter 122 No Grass Left

The car sped along, arriving at the hospital quickly. Instead of going to the nearby First Hospital, Zhang Ning took a detour to the Second Hospital where her sister worked, claiming the doctors there were highly skilled and that they had treated her after her car accident last year. She didn't seem to realize that without my help, her injuries wouldn't have healed so well; she wouldn't have a single scar and could easily be in a skincare commercial.

Ignoring the security guard's instructions to go to the parking lot, Zhang Ning drove straight to the emergency room. But when she got downstairs, she saw several ambulances and police cars parked outside, with doctors and nurses rushing around inside – it looked like a car accident had occurred. Seeing another emergency patient arrive, a nurse hurriedly said to us, "This place is packed with patients. You should go to another hospital right away." Zhang Ning said anxiously, "What should we do now? We're already here, please take a look at us first."

The nurse was eager to go in, glanced at my wound, and said impatiently, "You only have one wound, and there are already so many people inside that they can't take care of everyone. Who do you think we should see first?" She

then ignored Zhang Ning and went inside.

Zhang Ning wanted to go back in and talk to the doctor, but Fang Xiaoyi said, "Zhang Ning, let's go to another hospital. There really aren't enough staff here."

I said, "No need to go around. Let's go to the intensive care unit. My sister is on night shift today."

Zhang Ning said, "Yes, let my sister think of a way. She works here, she must know some doctors."

I didn't want to bother my sister, but since we were already at the hospital, if we didn't go in, my sister would scold me to death later.

The doctors in front were busy as bees, but the intensive care unit in the back was very quiet. This is a special care ward. Those who come here for treatment and recuperation are either wealthy individuals or leaders from the city and its districts. It's also designated as a special ward for city government and party committee leaders, not the kind of intensive care unit for critically ill patients that most people imagine. So, although only a few major surgeries are performed each year, the operating room equipment is the most advanced in the hospital, and the doctors and nurses on duty are among the best in the hospital. This world is not a world of "equality for all," not even in the face of death. When two people are admitted to the hospital, those with power or money receive meticulous treatment and are discharged, while those without power or money may be left to their fate because they cannot afford the expensive medication.

When my sister heard I was injured, she rushed downstairs, helping me to the bed while anxiously asking me what had happened and how I got injured. Zhang Ning briefly recounted what had happened to me, saying, "Sister, let's talk about this tomorrow. You should go find a doctor to check on Xiaoxin first."

My sister said, "I heard there was a major car accident. A bus and a container truck collided, and many people were injured. All the doctors in the hospital have gone to the emergency room to help out; there are no surgeons here."

Zhang Ning became even more anxious. Judging from this, other hospitals must have also admitted car accident victims and wouldn't have time to treat my minor injury. Besides, there wouldn't be enough time to transfer people around. In Zhang Ning's eyes, my injury was far more serious than those car accident victims.

Seeing how worried Zhang Ning and my sister were, I comforted them, "I'm fine. Anyone can come and stitch me up." Despite their concern, my injury was nothing to the doctor. As long as the bleeding from my leg stopped, they could just suture the wound.

My sister was just worried sick. After calming down and looking at my injuries, she was much relieved and said, "It's alright, no arteries were damaged. A few stitches will do the trick."

She started to push me into the ward. I said, "Didn't you say there were no doctors? Why are you pushing me in? Are you trying to do it yourself? I don't want your amateurish doctor performing surgery on me."

My sister is a nurse, and although she has some first aid knowledge, she has never actually performed surgery. I didn't want to be her guinea pig. Seeing that I was still in the mood to joke, my sister was obviously not too badly injured, and she was even more relieved. She said, "There are no doctors, but there are some new college students who are interns."

I asked, "What are they studying? I hope they're not in obstetrics and gynecology."

Most of these interns are in clinical medicine. They rotate through different departments in the hospital, and some might actually end up in obstetrics and gynecology. My sister laughed, "So what if you studied obstetrics and gynecology? You still need sutures during a C-section, it'll be perfect for stitching up your wound."

I was both amused and exasperated. My wound was on my thigh, not far from the place women have to go for a C-section.

"Don't worry, I'm not an obstetrician,"

a cold voice came from not far away. I sat up from the hospital bed and saw a young woman standing at the operating room door waiting for us. She was quite tall, almost as tall as Fang Xiaoyi, probably around 170 centimeters. She seemed to have rushed down; a few strands of straight long hair peeked out from under her doctor's cap, obscuring half her face. Her snow-white dress, combined with her fair skin, gave her an air of noble elegance and captivating beauty. A section of her jade-like leg was visible beneath the white dress, clad in flesh-colored silk stockings and sexy strappy high-heeled sandals—truly tempting. This feeling was quite similar to when I first met Fang Xiaoyi at Nine Stars Company. I couldn't help but glance at Fang Xiaoyi. She wasn't in the same good mood as me; she was slightly jealous seeing me staring at someone, and when she saw me turn around, she secretly pinched me as punishment.

My sister said, "Dr. Yang, this is my younger brother. He's injured a bit, could you please take a look?"

She was just an intern, while my sister was a head nurse with many years of experience, much more senior. Calling her "doctor" was just polite; after all, they were short-staffed and needed her to perform the surgery.

In my memory, most surgeons were men; there didn't seem to be many female trauma surgeons. In my sister's hospital, there weren't many female surgeons, mostly concentrated in obstetrics and gynecology. This was probably related to women being naturally timid. So, seeing such a beautiful but unassuming doctor, I wasn't confident. Medical school had more men than women, and she was so pretty; she must have been pursued by many boys at school, probably not having much time to focus on her studies. Maybe my sister would be better at the surgery than her. I asked, "Sister, you said she should perform the surgery?"

The beautiful woman could naturally sense the distrust in my tone and couldn't help but let out a low "humph." My sister rolled her eyes at me and wheeled me into the operating room. Although the beautiful woman was unhappy with my attitude, seeing the blood all over my pants, she didn't hold it against me and followed me into the operating room.

Today was my unlucky day; all the doctors were busy with car accident victims, leaving me with this pretty face, and an intern at that.

My sister used scissors to cut open my pants to expose the wound. Because my wound was on my groin, to fully expose it, she had to cut open my pant leg and hip. The wound ran from my lower abdomen down to my thigh, more than ten centimeters long, and it wasn't shallow, especially on my thigh, where it was almost a centimeter deep. My sister couldn't help but gasp. If the knife had been a little more to the left, it would have injured my penis; any deeper and it would have damaged my femoral artery—both fatal injuries for a man. Damn it, those guys, I don't know who they are, actually hit me so hard! A bottle smashed over my head, and that knife looked like it was aimed at my face—they wanted to disfigure me! If I ever run into those bastards again, I'll beat the crap out of them! What puzzled the nurses and the two interns was that despite the severity of my injury and the significant blood loss—my pants were stained red with blood—the bleeding had stopped. I knew it was my special constitution at work, but they probably wouldn't believe me. They just said it was because Fang Xiaoyi bandaged it well and applied Yunnan Baiyao. Now

my lower body was practically naked. My sister, Zhang Ning, and Fang Xiaoyi were already quite familiar with my little brother, so they weren't shy at all. Seeing that my manhood hadn't been hurt, they all breathed a sigh of relief. But the intern, the nurse, wasn't as calm as my sister and the others. She kept her head down, not daring to look at my wound. Damn it, a doctor afraid of wounds? If you're afraid of blood, don't be a doctor.

Because I also had an injury on my shoulder, my sister ripped off my shirt, and now I'm lying naked on the stage for all to see. If it were just my sister and the others in the room, it wouldn't be a problem, but there are other women here. Being stared at by six women with my bare body is really unbearable. Luckily, my leg is injured and in excruciating pain right now, otherwise my little guy would definitely protest, and that would be even more embarrassing. I blushed furiously and covered my genitals, saying, "Don't you know the saying 'Don't look at what you shouldn't'?"

Seeing my embarrassment, the two nurses laughed even harder. One said, "Xiao Xin, you've grown taller in the months we haven't seen you, even your pubic hair is so long."

The other said, "Heh, what's there to be shy about? Your face is all red. We've seen your little penis before. We've seen more men's penises than you've eaten popsicles."

They even said that when I was little, I often came to the hospital with my sister, and these nurses would tease me, always pulling down my pants and playing with my penis, even blowing up condoms and telling me they were balloons. Back then, I was young and ignorant, and let them bully me. Now I won't let them play like that again.

Zhang Ning couldn't stand it anymore and said to her sister, "Sister, I'm going to complete the admission procedures." She

and Fang Xiaoyi went out, while the woman said, "I'm going to get a drink of water. You guys clean the wound, and clean that...that place too."

She also went to a quiet room. My sister said to the two nurses, "You two are really something, joking like that in front of outsiders."

One of the nurses, who had seen Zhang Ning in the hospital last year, said to me, "It's been a year, and your god-sister has gotten younger and more beautiful! I heard her family is very wealthy; you might as well become her son-in-law."

I changed the subject and asked about that "vase" (referring to a seemingly insignificant but actually attractive woman), how she could be so arrogant, even as an intern, bossing the nurses around. If she were a full-fledged doctor, wouldn't the nurses be running around like mad? I heard the two nurses say that the "vase" is the niece of the director of the Health Bureau. Although she's still an intern, everyone knows that with her connections, getting into the Second Hospital would be a piece of cake for her aunt, the director of the Health Bureau. Would the hospital director dare to refuse? However, according to the medical school's supervising teacher, she's a top student at the school, not just a pretty face.

As we spoke, my sister had already disinfected my wound with hydrogen peroxide and picked up a scalpel to clean my "gateway." This was to prevent infection, so all my pubic hair had to be shaved off, just like shaving before an appendectomy. My sister told me to lie down so she could do it more easily, but I insisted on sitting up. I'd never seen anyone shave before, and I wanted to learn something new, especially since my sister was doing it herself. My sister couldn't do anything about it, so she let me. I used my hand to hold my penis aside so it wouldn't obstruct her view, and began "weeding." My penis was gently pressed down by my sister's hand, and it felt so good; even the pain in my legs seemed to lessen. The sharp scalpel glided lightly across my skin, and clumps of pubic hair fell down. It felt strange; I actually felt a kind of excitement. Damn it, now wasn't the time. The two nurses were still watching; I couldn't embarrass my sister.

But I had no choice; my penis slowly began to swell in my sister's hands. She noticed my unusual behavior, glanced up at me, and I innocently lowered my head, watching her clean up my act.

The nurses' uniforms in the VIP ward were different from the regular nurses in the main building. They weren't the traditional white blouses and skirts, but light pink uniforms with waist trainers, which accentuated their figures. I heard this was learned from Hong Kong; it gives patients a sense of relaxation, making them forget they're in a hospital ward, as if they're on vacation. The nurses here are specially selected; besides their high professional skills, they're also top-notch in appearance—clearly catering to the eyes of high-ranking officials and the wealthy.

My sister was already beautiful, and in this tight-fitting uniform, she looked even more slender and alluring. It wasn't the first time I'd seen my sister in a nurse's uniform, but never before had I been so mesmerized. No wonder some people have a uniform fetish, enjoying the thrill of raping women in uniforms. Seeing me staring at her, my sister seemed a little embarrassed in front of the two nurses and said, "What's so interesting about this little brat? Haven't you seen enough at home?"

I replied, "Sister, you're so beautiful, I could never get enough of you."

The two nurses couldn't help but laugh, "Sister Ye, you'd better be careful, or Xiao Xin might develop a sister complex and refuse to date other girls."

My sister smiled and lowered her head, remaining silent, but the smile on her lips added to her allure.

I couldn't hold back any longer, and my penis jerked violently, almost slipping from my sister's grasp. My sister gasped, her hand trembling, while I cried out in pain as she scratched my thigh again. My sister glared at me, both angry and embarrassed, put down the scalpel, and said coquettishly, "You little brat, what are you thinking about?"

The two nurses chimed in, "Sister Ye, you should probably introduce Xiao Xin to a girlfriend soon, otherwise he'll get sick from unsatisfied desires."

I retorted, "Then you can be my girlfriend, that way neither of us will be unsatisfied."

"Oh, you dare to joke with your sister like that? Believe me or not, I'll cut off your little penis for a midnight snack."

I said, "If you're hungry, just eat it directly, you don't need to cut it off to eat it."

"Sister Ye, aren't you going to do anything about Xiao Xin?"

My sister laughed and scolded me a few times as I got more and more out of line. These nurses liked to talk about men and make lewd jokes when they had nothing to do every day, but they didn't take it seriously.

When the vase came in again, my bushy pubic hair was completely gone, but that thing was still standing tall and very eye-catching. The vase blushed and coldly said to me, "What are you all thinking? How am I supposed to stitch you up like this?"

Seriously? Do you think I wanted this? Isn't this a normal physiological reaction? You're a medical student, you know that, right? You're holding a grudge just because I said you're in OB/GYN? That's so petty.

A nurse shielded me. She explained that this situation is normal; according to the nurses before, 10-15% of male patients undergoing appendectomy experience erections when shaving their pubic hair, and it's not entirely because men are lustful towards female nurses.

The vase didn't say anything, coldly sitting in front of me. Seeing my erect penis, her face flushed again. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself and began stitching up my wound. As soon as she started, I cried out in pain, "Ouch! Are you killing me alive? No anesthesia needed?"

The vase coldly replied, "If you don't want your girlfriend to be unhappy, you'll have to bear it."

From what she said, anesthesia might have a negative impact on sexual function. Really? I'd only ever heard of anesthesia being bad for the brain, never for the penis. But for the sake of future sexual happiness, I decided to endure it. But killing a chicken alive really hurts! My wound had already healed somewhat and wasn't hurting much anymore, but now, with her fiddling with it, it felt like someone was stabbing me all over my leg. I couldn't help but say, "Are you a veterinarian? Is this how you stitch people up?"

Although it was my first time getting stitches, I'd been around the hospital with my sister and seen other people undergo these kinds of minor surgeries, but I'd never seen anyone in as much pain as I was.

The vase said, "I'm not a veterinarian, just a pretty face in the obstetrics and gynecology department. My skills are limited, so please bear with me."

Damn it, it seems she overheard our conversation about her. Now she's clearly messing with me on purpose. Why am I so unlucky? It seems you really can't offend women, or the consequences will be dire.

Chapter 123: After Bitterness Comes Sweetness

The vase stitched my wound without anesthesia, and the pain was indescribable. I gritted my teeth in agony, cursing not only the ancestors of those three still-unidentified thugs, but also almost all of the vase's friends and family.

I suspected I might really be the vase's first intern; a simple suturing operation left me drenched in sweat and flushed, my hands trembling as I handled the needle and tweezers, adding to the pain. Hearing my occasional cries, the vase was angry, ashamed, and anxious, slowing her movements even further. She said, "What are you yelling about? You can't even handle this little bit of pain? What kind of man are you?"

I replied, "I'm only 16, a teenager, not a man yet."

The vase ignored me, muttering in a barely audible voice, "Ugly thing, so ugly, what's with the pretense of purity?"

It seemed my penis was too conspicuous for her, but after being subjected to such torture, it had succumbed and drooped limply. I felt a pang of shame and indignation. Sitting right in front of me was a stunningly beautiful woman, her small hands moving near my penis, occasionally brushing against it. Yet my usually strong body was completely unresponsive; it was so embarrassing.

Perhaps due to nervousness, I felt hot and tired, and I straightened up to stretch my head and neck, causing a button on my collar to undone. She didn't notice me, which gave me a full view of her beautiful chest. Looking down at her, I could see her bra through her neckline. Within the semi-transparent white silk bra, two firm, alluring breasts appeared mysteriously, rising and falling with her movements, pointing directly at me, less than half a foot away. Because of the slight sweat, the silk bra had become somewhat transparent, and I could even vaguely see the light brown areolas and two slightly protruding nipples.

My body began to heat up, and my penis, like a hibernating snake, began to awaken, slowly hardening again. Hua Ping noticed my change; the heaving of her breasts gradually became rapid, and her face flushed even more. I watched as her cherry-like lips parted slightly with effort, her breath hot against my lower abdomen and penis, tickling me. I couldn't help but imagine the ecstasy of my penis entering those cherry-like mouths. Thinking this, my penis swelled even more, becoming rock hard and erect, the glans throbbing. Hua Ping could no longer bear my embarrassing state. She looked up, intending to scold me, but found me staring blankly at her chest. Looking down, she realized she was exposed, gasped, and quickly pulled her clothes tighter and buttoned them up. For

a moment, we both felt incredibly awkward. My sister, who was assisting Huaping (the doctor), was responsible for cleaning the blood from my wound. She witnessed the whole thing, glared at me, and said to Huaping, "Dr. Yang, why don't you take a break?"

Huaping said softly, "Just two more stitches, almost done."

She glared at me again and resumed her work.

I had a bad feeling, and sure enough, the last two stitches were incredibly painful. Huaping, taking advantage of her position, stitched with extra force. If I hadn't endured it, I would have screamed again. Damn it, either my constitution is different from others, or I'm numb to the pain, but I endured so many stitches without fainting. It's comparable to underground party members being tortured by the enemy in movies. Although Huaping was using torture, there was no evidence, so I couldn't file a complaint. Finally, Huaping put down her instruments, gave me a cold snort, and walked away, but her eyes couldn't hide her smugness.

A nurse said to me, "Xiao Xin, you've offended her. You'll be in for it next time you need your stitches removed."

Her eyes, however, were fixed on my genitals. She bit her lip and said, "I didn't expect you to be so young, but this thing is quite big. Your future girlfriend will be very happy."

She then found a tape measure and measured it for me. It was 16 centimeters! It had grown another centimeter since I arrived in Shanghai a few months ago, bringing me one step closer to my ideal of 18 centimeters.

These two nurses were my sister's classmates from nursing school, like sisters. They had watched me grow up, so they didn't shy away from touching and pinching me. They even said they had helped me with toileting when I was little, what part of my body hadn't they seen? Besides, they were nurses; what kind of men hadn't they seen? They wouldn't be shy about my penis. One of them had just gotten married last year and wouldn't let go of my penis, making it throb painfully, almost like it was going to explode. Luckily, my sister came out after washing her hands and saved me, otherwise they would have started masturbating me to "release" my pent-up desire.

My sister said, "You two are both so old, don't joke like that with a child."

"A child? Look at Xiao Xin's naughty thing, he's almost old enough to get married and have children. Sister Ye, you and Xiao Xin aren't even siblings, why don't you two just get married tonight?"

My sister glanced at me, her face flushed, and said, "What nonsense are you talking about again? Be careful, I'll punish you by making you work night shifts for a month straight, and see if you dare to talk nonsense again."

As she spoke, she covered me with a sheet to cover myself, but my genitals were bulging high, making it even more obvious. Not only did the two nurses laugh, but my sister couldn't help but laugh herself.

My sister pushed me out, and Zhang Ning had already completed the admission procedures for me, reserving the same room she had stayed in last year, giving me the treatment of a high-ranking official. I asked Zhang Ning, "Do you want to revisit this place with me and relive our old memories?"

Zhang Ning laughed, "Reveal my ass! Your injury hasn't even healed yet and you're already thinking about doing something naughty."

She then asked how I was feeling, and I said with a pained expression, "I feel terrible right now."

Zhang Ning, my sister, and Fang Xiaoyi were all startled and asked me where it hurt. I clutched my thigh and said, "It's so swollen here."

Zhang Ning said, "It must be that intern who didn't do the surgery properly. I'm going to find her."

Saying that, she was about to go out to confront her. I suppressed a laugh, lifted the sheet, and pointed to my penis, which I had been pressing down on with one hand to keep it from being exposed, and said, "Don't go there, it's just that it's swollen here."

Zhang Ning pounced on me, pinching and biting me, and said angrily, "You brat, I was so worried, and you still tease me. I'll beat you to death!"

I tried to dodge, but the movement aggravated the injury on my thigh, and I cried out in pain. Seeing that I was genuinely in pain, Zhang Ning let me go, patting me on the shoulder and saying, "See if you dare to lie to me again."

She patted the spot where the bottle had hit me, making me groan softly again. After

joking around for a while, my sister went out to prepare my medication, while Fang Xiaoyi chuckled softly to us, "You two have fun,"

and left as well.

I whispered to Zhang Ning, "Sister, this is really swollen and uncomfortable here, can you help me relieve it?"

Zhang Ning said, "You brat, even with stitches, you're still thinking about this? You... just bear with it, or you can go find that vase to relieve yourself."

Thinking about how I could still think about such things while "being tortured" made her heart ache, and she couldn't help but want to pinch me again.

But in the end, Zhang Ning couldn't resist my pleading. She gave me a disdainful look and used her small hand to manipulate my half-erect penis, which was still hard from the pain. She also occasionally soothed my limp scrotum with the warmth of her palm. Under her teasing, my scrotum swelled up like an inflating balloon, and my penis swelled accordingly, throbbing restlessly. Damn it, this thing of mine is really something else! Even with such a serious injury, I still have the mind to think about bad things. I feel ashamed just thinking about it.

Zhang Ning stood by my bed, one hand holding the base of my penis to prevent it from aggravating the wound on my thigh, the other hand lightly stroking my engorged penis. I felt the pleasure brought by this beautiful woman, lovingly stroking her long, black hair, intoxicated by the intense physical stimulation she gave me. Zhang Ning leaned against the edge of the bed to make it easier for me to caress her.

I tightened my grip on Zhang Ning's slender waist, kneading her breasts with increasing force. Her body writhed under my ministrations, her delicate hands stroking my penis with increasing speed. The warm sensation between her lower abdomen fueled my burning desire. I tentatively pressed Zhang Ning's head down, and to my surprise, she lowered herself and took half of my penis into her mouth, experiencing that familiar yet strange pleasure. I'd known Zhang Ning for over a year, and we'd made love countless times, but she'd always been reluctant to give me oral sex, thinking it too lewd and refusing to grant my wish. At most, she'd use her hand to play with my penis. Today, she actually agreed to give me oral sex, which truly flattered me. Watching such a noble and alluring beauty move her hand up and down on my penis filled me with immense joy, a feeling of relief after hardship, of a blessing in disguise.

Compared to my enormous penis, Zhang Ning's cherry-like mouth was indeed a bit small. Although she tried her best to take my entire penis into her mouth, my glans was already pushing against her throat, filling her small mouth completely, with a section still outside that couldn't enter. Zhang Ning had to use her hands to make up for the shortfall, using both her hands and mouth to serve me. Her warm, slippery mouth and her cool, soft hands brought me completely different yet equally intense pleasure. I comfortably watched Zhang Ning's head rise and fall rapidly between my legs, and I quickly felt the urge to ejaculate. My breathing gradually became heavy, and my pulsating penis was sounding the charge.

Zhang Ning knew I was about to ejaculate and looked up, trying to let go of me, but I held her down with my hands. I wanted to ejaculate in her cherry-like mouth. Zhang Ning discovered my intention and pinched my leg a few times with her small hands. But she didn't dare to struggle too much, afraid that my wound would reopen. The moment of climax arrived. I pressed Zhang Ning's head down, my lower abdomen heaving upwards. With a numbing sensation, the semen that had been accumulating for a day and a night shot out in gushes. Zhang Ning suppressed her nausea and waited until I finished before rushing into the bathroom with a mouthful of semen in her mouth. She didn't come out for a long time, her face flushed, glaring at me and scolding, "You little devil, you're so naughty! I was trying to help you, and you played a trick on me. It's disgusting! You can forget about me ever doing 'that' for you again."

I said ingratiatingly, "Good sister, I won't do it again next time."

Zhang Ning said, "You want a next time? Don't even dream about it."

I said with a lewd grin, "Then I'll serve you once too, so we can even."

I thought I'd give Zhang Ning oral sex as a way of repaying her. Zhang Ning said, "Go away."

She stood up and said, "We're going back first. You get some rest, and we'll come see you again tomorrow."

After all that fuss, it was already past midnight. Zhang Ning and the others had all gone back to the hotel, leaving only my sister in the room with me. But I was exhausted and had no energy left to play with my sister. I soon fell asleep.

Chapter 124 Pampered Life

When I woke up the next day, my body was still a little sore, but I was able to sit up on my own. I had been hit on the shoulder by a bottle. I had an X-ray yesterday, and it showed no serious injury. I should be fine after two days of rest. The main problem was the injury on my leg. I had lost a lot of blood and had more than a dozen stitches. Normally, it would take three to five days before the stitches could be removed, but I think my constitution is a little different from others, so it might not take that long. But to avoid being used as a guinea pig for experiments, I'll wait a few more days. I sat on the bed and stretched. Why wasn't my sister here yet? I was hungry, and there wasn't any milk or bread prepared for me by the bedside. Is this how they treat guests in a VIP ward? I casually pressed the emergency call button by the bed. Anyway, I'm a regular here. Letting the nurses think something happened to me and get a little nervous is fun; they won't scold me.

The door opened as soon as I pressed the call button. That was quite a move! I called out, "Who goes there? Don't you know I'm hungry? Hurry up and bring me some snacks."

My sister came in first. Hearing me, she glared at me and said, "Why did you press the call button? You won't starve to death." She was followed by a large group of people. It turned out it was time for rounds. Today, Dr. Lu was on duty, followed by five college students who had come for internships—three men and two women. The "vase" was also among them. When she saw me, she pretended not to see me and turned to look at the notebook in her hand.

Dr. Lu recognized me and said, "Oh, it's Xiao Xin. What happened?"

He asked my sister to lift the blanket to check the injury, which immediately made the two female college students blush. I always sleep naked, and since I injured my thigh yesterday, I couldn't wear pants, so I was naturally naked. That wasn't all; we're all men, and we should know that our penises are erect in the morning, which is a normal physiological phenomenon. Dr. Lu and the other three college students were all men, so they didn't mind. Seeing me covering my genitals, they teased me, saying, "Looks like Xiao Xin has grown up, he's an adult now."

My sister unwrapped the bandage for Dr. Lu to examine the wound. Dr. Lu nodded and said, "It's alright, no arteries or nerves were damaged. A few days of rest will be fine."

Actually, such a minor injury didn't require hospitalization. Anyone else would have been home long ago after a bandage. Looking at my wound, Hua Ping was surprised at how quickly it was healing. Yesterday's injury was so severe, yet there was no redness or inflammation, and the wound had even closed up somewhat. I deliberately swung my thigh and said to the vase, "How about it? Never seen such fair, delicate, and translucent skin before, have you? Look at you, your eyes are practically glued to it."

The vase blushed, spat at me, and said, "Pah, you have an exhibitionist streak."

Dr. Lu then examined my wound sutures and said to the vase, "The sutures are not bad, but the spacing between the stitches isn't quite even. There's no need for the last stitch; don't cause the patient unnecessary pain."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but stare at the vase with my mouth wide open. So she really was taking revenge by giving me an extra stitch. The vase looked at me with a red face, but a smug smile played on her lips. Damn it, I'll remember this grudge too. I said, "Dr. Lu, wouldn't this count as medical malpractice? I want to file a complaint."

Dr. Lu couldn't help but laugh, patted my head, and then the whole group filed out again.

As soon as they left, Zhang Ning came in, bringing me lots of delicious food. She asked, "Who were you complaining about?"

I said, "I was complaining about you. Bringing me breakfast so late? Did you want me to starve?"

I didn't want to tell her about the vase, otherwise, given Zhang Ning's temper, she would definitely file a complaint. I also didn't want to put my sister in a difficult position at the hospital. After all, the vase's aunt was the director of the Health Bureau, someone with some influence. It was better to avoid trouble.

Zhang Ning had only asked casually, not really taking it seriously. She opened the thermos and said, "Little hungry wolf, eat something quickly. This is ginseng and pigeon stew that I cooked for you myself. It's sure to be very nourishing."

I said, "I want you to feed me."

Zhang Ning rolled her eyes at me and said, "You've only suffered such a small injury, and you're already acting like a spoiled child."

Despite saying that, she scooped some soup out with a spoon and tried to feed me. I shook my head and said, "No, I want you to feed me with your mouth."

Zhang Ning blushed and said, "You're really pushing your luck. You're getting more and more smug."

I hugged Zhang Ning and pleaded softly. Zhang Ning had no choice but to say, "I'll just feed you one bite."

I nodded quickly.

Zhang Ning took a sip of soup, blushed, and looked at me again before offering her rosy lips to me. I couldn't wait to kiss Zhang Ning's small mouth. Zhang Ning struggled slightly but then stopped resisting, hooking her arms around my neck and wholeheartedly enjoying my passionate kiss. Her smooth, fragrant tongue played with mine in the warm mouth like a playful fish.

After kissing for a while, I felt our position wasn't quite right, so I reached out and put my arm around Zhang Ning's back, lifting her legs with my other hand and placing her on my lap. This way, our bodies could be pressed closer together, allowing us to feel each other's heartbeats more clearly. Zhang Ning obediently sat on me, but shifted her weight onto my left leg to avoid pressing on the wound on my right leg, letting me passionately suckle her lips. The delicate fragrance emanating from her body made me feel blissfully disoriented. As my actions became bolder, her body trembled like a blade of grass in the wind.

I slowly unbuttoned her shirt, my hands caressing her smooth, delicate skin. Her small bra couldn't cover her full, firm breasts, and my palms gently caressed them, two fingers lightly teasing her nipples through the bra, while I sucked on her tongue more forcefully. With her mouth covered by my kiss, Zhang Ning let out a pitiful moan, her whole body writhing restlessly against me like a snake. I immediately felt her heart pounding so hard, her chest heaving so rapidly, her warm, firm breasts pressing against my chest with each thrust, making me acutely aware of her youthful energy. My desire surged through my body like a torrent, and I reached down to caress her breasts tenderly, kissing her fair neck while my hands roamed freely over her alluring body. Zhang Ning, teased by my ministrations, gasped softly, her starry eyes hazy, her beautiful cheeks flushed a fiery red.

My desire burned fiercely within me, my restless penis, like a venomous snake, pounding against Zhang Ning's full, rounded buttocks. Her thin clothing was utterly ineffective in such intimate contact; my penis could feel the soft, elastic skin of her buttocks. She, too, could feel my penis's unbridled assault; her body slumped against me like a lump of mud, while a small hand slipped quietly to my crotch, gently stroking my penis, further fueling my burning desire.

Just as I was about to take further action, my sister pushed open the door and entered. Not only were Zhang Ning and I startled and immediately separated, but my sister also blushed deeply at our intimate scene. I said, "Sister, what if you scare me so much that I become impotent? People can be scared to death."

My sister said, "I haven't even said anything to you yet, and you're already accusing me first."

Zhang Ning pinched me, jumped off the bed, tied his clothes, and then obsequiously helped my sister get the syringe and pills.

After the injection and medication, my sister helped me get dressed again before leaving, but said to me, "You two shouldn't be so playful like children. Don't reopen the wound."

Zhang Ning blushed, stuck out his tongue, and then fed me breakfast. Then I remembered to ask Fang Xiaoyi why she hadn't come with me. Zhang Ning said, "She went out to find Ding Ling early this morning, wanting to go to the SWAT team to check the files of the thugs you fought with last time. How many people have you offended? How come you don't even know who hit you?"

I've always been a low-key person and rarely offend anyone. It was only after high school that I became a bit more flamboyant, but even then, I only offended Mediterranean and Zhang Sanfeng at school. Outside of school, I've only fought with thugs once, and nothing else. Why would anyone want to kill me? Now that I think about it, the bottle was smashed directly at the back of my head. If it had hit me, I would have suffered a concussion if not killed. And the knife was aimed at my face; if it had cut me, it would have been disfigured. Mediterranean and I only had a verbal disagreement; as a school leader, he wouldn't do something like that. Zhang Sanfeng, on the other hand, is someone I have a blood feud with, and we had a conflict just before this incident. He even told me to "wait and see," but our enmity isn't serious enough to warrant serious injury or disfigurement. Besides, only five or six hours had passed since school ended, so unless he had premeditated it, there wouldn't have been enough time to call for backup or follow him. Therefore, the biggest suspects are those thugs. I really beat them badly last time; one dislocated his arm and tore his ligaments; another was hit in the groin and might end up like Wei Xiaobao, so naturally they hate me to the core. My classmates said that strangers were asking about me at the school gate a few days ago; they might be plotting revenge. Last night, those three acted swiftly and decisively, striking and leaving immediately, without lingering. This is something Zhang Sanfeng's cronies wouldn't do.

Zhang Ning and Fang Xiaoyi are returning to Shanghai tomorrow, so Fang Xiaoyi is eager to get the investigation done today. Zhang Ning also has things to do, so he could only sit with me for a while before leaving.

After Zhang Ning left, Ding Ling came in and immediately asked how my injury was and if it still hurt. I asked, "Weren't you accompanying Xiao Pei to the SWAT team? How come you have time to come see me?"

Ding Ling said, "You should know! Your Fang Xiaoyi is really ungrateful. After I introduced her to Captain Li, I didn't need to accompany her anymore."

I then asked why Lin Shiyi didn't come with her. Ding Ling said that Fang Xiaoyi only called her to tell her about my injury and asked her to accompany her to see Captain Li. Otherwise, if Fang Xiaoyi went to the SWAT team herself, they definitely wouldn't show her the case file, since it would be difficult to answer if they asked her what our relationship was. As a result, after arriving at the SWAT team, Fang Xiaoyi saw the case file, and Ding Ling's usefulness was gone. Ding Ling had no choice but to come to the hospital to see me in a huff. Although she was always with Lin Shiyi, deep down they both harbored some resentment towards each other, so naturally, she wouldn't bring the other person along when she had a chance to be alone with me.

I asked Ding Ling to help me into the wheelchair, and Ding Ling said, "Where do you want to go? I'll push you."

I thought for a moment and said, "Xiao Li is having surgery tomorrow, let's go see her."

Ding Ling was taken aback and asked, "Which Xiao Li?"

I said, "The daughter of the aunt I rescued from the river last time, Xiao Li who has congenital heart disease."

Ding Ling said, "I haven't seen her for many days, I've forgotten."

I asked, "Won't you be jealous if I go to see another girl?"

Ding Ling slapped me on the head and said, "Who do you take me for? Do you think I'm that jealous?"

In this respect, Ding Ling is much better than Lin Shiyi. If it were Lin Shiyi today, we wouldn't have any secret relationship, but she would still be jealous without hesitation.

Xiaoli's ward was in the inpatient building in front, a ward for chest injuries. The conditions were much worse than the special care wards, but because it was a newly built inpatient building, the infrastructure was still quite advanced, with barrier-free design. I was able to get in and out of the building smoothly even in my wheelchair.

We asked the front desk for Xiaoli's bed number and took the elevator up. When we got to Xiaoli's ward, we pushed open the door and saw many people gathered around bed number 18. There were many flowers, fruits, and tonics on the bedside table. I wondered why so many relatives had suddenly appeared in Xiaoli's family. But then I saw reporters carrying cameras in the room, so it seemed that some city leaders had come to "show their concern." The person leading the group was someone Ding Ling and I recognized very well—it was Vice Mayor Zhang, Zhang Sanfeng's father.

P.S.: My update speed has slowed down recently, mainly because I've been busy and haven't had as much free time to write novels as before. After the New Year, I changed jobs, and the workload is much heavier than before. My schedule is packed from now on: March and April will be filled with various annual inspections and audits, such as business license renewal, tax inspection, and annual tax settlement; May and June will be for various company insurance policies, labor contract certification, and labor employment inspection; late July and early August will be for the ISO 9001 mid-term audit; and September will be for the CPA exam. I just attended continuing education training a few days ago. Although the final exam was open-book, I still had to complete the three-day course.

People die for money, birds die for food; I must first solve my livelihood problems before I have the time or inclination to write novels.

Two days ago, during training, our instructor told us that the minimum income for a general staff member in the Development Zone Finance Bureau is 120,000 yuan, not to mention the higher salaries for leaders. While other finance bureaus earn less, even the lowest-paid staff earn at least 70,000 yuan, and they're getting another raise this year. The instructor was quite indignant about this. She has a bachelor's degree, while many in the finance bureau only have vocational school diplomas in finance and taxation. She's a certified public accountant and a certified tax agent, and she's the one who trains the finance bureau staff, yet her income is only one-third of theirs. They talk about "taxes collected from the people and used for the people," but all we see is money going towards raising their salaries and building large buildings. Are they the "superior citizens" of the Republic while we are just "commoners"? Those who truly create wealth for the country earn less than those who spend it. They talk about high salaries to encourage integrity, but people are never satisfied. Last year, teachers in one of our districts even went on strike for a day because the average salary for civil servants in that district was 70,000 yuan, while the teachers, who enjoyed civil servant benefits, only earned 40,000 yuan, leading to their resentment. I'd like to ask these teachers, why don't they compare themselves to laid-off workers who only earn five or six thousand a year?

Of course, the teachers also said this was just venting, and we can only accept this reality. What else can we do? Jump off a building? All we can do right now is try to change our fate and improve our professional skills. With expertise, we won't go hungry. Although we still can't compare to these pampered civil servants, we can at least earn a little more money. What is the purpose of life? It's all about money. Contributing to society is all nonsense.

Therefore, I need to start focusing my main energy on studying. The CPA exam registration is next month, and the exam is in September. There's not much time left. The CPA exam pass rate is below 10% every year, making it one of the most difficult certificates to obtain in China. It's impossible to pass without putting in the effort. This is a consequence of life's pressures; if you don't want to live at the bottom of society, you can only rely on your own efforts. Here, I wish all my friends who have already entered the workforce success in their work, and to those who haven't yet entered the workforce, to study hard. This society is cruel and materialistic; without real skills, it's difficult to survive. I'm currently a gray-collar worker, better than blue-collar but worse than white-collar. To change my living conditions, I need to obtain more certifications.

Of course, I will continue writing, which is a way for me to relax outside of work. Therefore, my novels are written in a relatively lighthearted style; I can't just write a novel after a long day at work and then feel bad. At the same time, I will inevitably express some personal opinions on reality, which is also a way to vent my emotions. I dare not say they are completely correct; they are just my own shallow views. If there are any inaccuracies, I welcome everyone's corrections.

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