[Urban] A Born Romantic and Lucky Man (Complete) - 26

Chapter 136 Crackdown Storm (Part 2)

Now the evidence is irrefutable, leaving no room for denial. I had no choice but to confess everything that had just happened. From sneaking into Yang Lin's room after going upstairs, to catching Zhang Jie trying to be "rude" to Yang Lin and me stepping in to "save the damsel in distress," to Yang Lin and I "hooking up" and rolling around in bed together—I only missed the details of what happened between Yang Lin and me in bed. I just hoped my sister would give me a "lenient" treatment for confessing.

After listening to my "confession," my sister asked, "Have you finished?"

Seeing my sister's expressionless face, I said uneasily, "Yes, sister. I know I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again next time."

"You want a next time?"

I was startled and said, "No, no, there won't be a next time, I'll never dare to do it again."

My sister's eyes were red and she said, "Xiao Xin, why are you always getting entangled with women? You, you want to drive me crazy!"

As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes. "Xiao Xin, you're lying to me again. You weren't like this before. You, you're disgusted with me now."

I was shocked. What was she talking about? I reached out to hug my sister, but she pushed me away. "Don't touch me."

I said, "Sister, don't be angry. I'll definitely change in the future and won't associate with other women anymore. Really, sister, I'll listen to you from now on."

My sister said, "Change, change, change? How many times have you said you'd change? You've already ignored me. I told you not to get too close to Xiao Yi and Ding Ling." "And then you ruined their chastity; I told you to study hard at school, but you argued with your classmates and talked back to your teachers; I told you to be low-key and not cause trouble, but you still got into fights like a hooligan, and this time you even got beaten up and had to go to the hospital; I told you to rest in the hospital, but you messed around with Zhang Ning and the others; today, you, you even got together with Yang Lin... What else wouldn't you dare to do? What else can you change?"

My sister got angrier and angrier as she spoke, reaching out to hit me again, but then slowly withdrew her hand, saying, "Forget it, you're all grown up now, and the girlfriends you find are all prettier and richer than the last. Who told me to be poor and ugly, of course no one wants me?"

I was filled with shame. I really was a bit hypocritical. I said nice things to my sister, but I forgot everything when I saw a beautiful woman. I considered myself charming, but in my sister's eyes, I was probably already vulgar. I'm so young, and I'm already surrounded by beautiful women in my first year of high school. What will happen if things continue like this? Although my sister has shown great restraint and tolerance towards my philandering, she is, after all, a woman and also desires the affection and tenderness of her lover. While I can fully satisfy their sexual needs, I am often overwhelmed, and emotionally, I can't always attend to them. Women's love transcends mere sex; they value emotional connection even more. Seeing my sister like this today, it's clear she's been suppressing her feelings for a long time and has finally let loose.

I hugged her, swearing oaths and vows, practically ready to write a blood oath promising never to seduce another woman again, to study hard at school, and to be a good person. Only then did I finally manage to calm her down. This time, I truly angered my sister. Not only did I cheat on her with other women, but I also dared to lie through my teeth. My credibility in her eyes will be greatly diminished from now on.

I wiped away my sister's tears with a tissue, took her hand, and said softly, "Sister, it's so late, don't go downstairs, let's rest together."

My sister pinched me angrily and said, "You little rascal, still thinking of something naughty?"

I said aggrievedly, "What now? I'm just worried that if your eyes are swollen from crying, and Sister Li and the others see you, they'll think I bullied you. Sister, you wouldn't be thinking about that kind of place, would you? You, you're so lecherous."

My sister blushed and said, "You, you did it on purpose."

This wasn't entirely untrue; I deliberately used an ambiguous tone to make my sister misunderstand that I wanted to take her to bed, share a pillow with her, and spend the night together. Seeing that although her sister was flushed and angry, a hint of a smile finally appeared in the corner of her eyes, I felt a little relieved. Seizing the opportunity, I launched into a torrent of sweet words, like the Yangtze River flowing endlessly, or the Yellow River overflowing its banks—I used every sycophant imaginable, flattering and effusive thing I could muster, until my sister was both angry and amused, finally stopping her out of anger.

However, while I escaped death, I couldn't escape punishment. My sister told me to prepare for discharge tomorrow, not to let me continue living such a pampered life here. Although all the expenses here were on Zhang Ning's tab, my sister still didn't want me to indulge too much, fearing that I would lose my old habits of frugality.

I clearly felt this myself. Before, I always rode my bicycle to school, only taking the bus in windy or rainy weather to save two yuan on the fare; at noon, I always ate at the school cafeteria, ordering ordinary vegetarian dishes, and sometimes even bringing food from home. Now, things are much better. Every morning, Li Ruyun or Zhang Min picks me up in their private car. Occasionally, when they have something to do or aren't feeling well and take the bus, they find it too crowded and the bus too slow. At lunchtime, I eat with Lin Shiyi and Ding Ling, ordering only the best dishes, and sometimes we even eat out.

My palate has become quite picky. This is what they call "easy to go from frugality to extravagance, difficult to go from extravagance to frugality." Our new house is almost finished, and my sister plans to move in soon, no longer living in Li Ruyun's villa. It's not that my sister is worried about gossip because we're staying at Li Ruyun's house for too long, nor is she jealous of Li Ruyun. She mainly wants me to return to my previous "normal life," riding my bike to school every day, which will allow me to concentrate on my studies. Right now, I'm living a life of luxury at Li Ruyun's house, with beautiful women by my side every night, leaving little time for reading and studying. This makes my sister very worried about my future. But she knew that Li Ruyun and the others had been deprived of sex for a long time, and since I was in the same room with the "sedative incense," it would be abnormal if we didn't end up rolling around together.

Before we moved into the new house, my sister told me to start sleeping at the pharmacy that was about to open, starting tomorrow night, as if I were on night shift. The pharmacy was going quite smoothly; the licenses and everything had been approved, and the medicines had started arriving. We were busy stocking the shelves these past few days, so someone had to be on duty at night, of course. Now, Xiaoli's parents had moved to the pharmacy. Xiaoli's mother used to be a quality inspector and warehouse manager at a pharmaceutical factory, so managing the receipt and distribution of medicines was no problem for her. Xiaoli's father's leg injury had also healed a bit, and he could slowly get out of bed and move around, so he went to the pharmacy to keep an eye on things. The couple was very grateful to my siblings and me. They knew we weren't opening the pharmacy to make a fortune, but rather to provide affordable medicine for ordinary people who couldn't afford it. They were incredibly dedicated to the pharmacy. Xiaoli's mother even invited former factory colleagues to help out, and Xiaoli's father, a veteran who fought in the Laoshan Campaign, invited a few of his comrades to the pharmacy in the evenings. It was a good opportunity for everyone to get together, and they could also help out at the shop. Although they were older, they were still capable of handling a couple of petty thugs.

When I heard I was to work shifts at the pharmacy, I was a little reluctant. But given the current crackdown, this was already considered lenient treatment. If I complained, my sister would probably get a dozen or twenty red welts on her body. So I had no choice but to accept my fate.

Seeing that I agreed to take the photos one by one, my sister was finally satisfied and a smile returned to her face. She said, "You better remember this. If this happens again, I really won't talk to you anymore."

I seized the opportunity and, seeing the sunshine, I said, "Sister, you wouldn't dare to ignore me."

My sister laughed and said, "Don't be so smug. Try it if you dare."

After saying that, she went into the bathroom to touch up her makeup. Her eyes were a little red from crying, and it would damage her image if she continued like this. She had to put on some eyeshadow and lipstick. There was no way around it; women are naturally beauty-conscious, and my sister was no exception. Actually, she was on the night shift, so no one would see her makeup, but she didn't want to look less attractive in front of me. I was surrounded by beautiful women, and although my sister was naturally beautiful, she seemed a little insecure. Lately, she had started wearing makeup to give me her best image. Of course, I wouldn't object. It showed that my sister cared about me, which made me feel a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.

When my sister came out after finishing her makeup, she turned around in front of me and said, "Xiao Xin, do I look good?"

I said, "Sister, you're so beautiful."

In the past, I would have said flattering things like, "Even without makeup, you'd look beautiful naked," but after being scolded by my sister today, I didn't dare to say anything like that.

The door to the room opened softly, and my sister and I turned around and were both startled. To my surprise, it was Yang Lin who came in, wearing only a thin silk nightgown, sexy in style and sheer in material, revealing glimpses of her bra and panties.

I was a bit exasperated. Yang Lin, this super-pretty face! I'd finally managed to cheer up my sister, and now she'd come in to cause trouble again. My sister's face paled again. "Miss Yang," she said, "what brings you here so late?"

Yang Lin glanced at me and said, "I can't sleep alone, I wanted to chat with Xiaoxin."

My sister looked at me again and said, "Alright, you two have a good chat, I'm going to my shift."

She ignored me and left, slamming the door shut behind her.

I glared at Yang Lin angrily. "You, what do you want? Didn't I promise to come see you tomorrow?"

Damn it, I went through so much trouble to escape this "crackdown," and now you've ruined everything. I don't even know how serious the consequences will be.

Yang Lin said, "Will you come again tomorrow? You've already gone to work at the pharmacy. You'd never remember me."

I said, "You...you were eavesdropping just now?"

Damn, when I was coaxing my sister, I said quite a lot, some of which were private matters that shouldn't be known to outsiders, such as my relationships with my many girlfriends, our plans to open a pharmacy, etc. If Yang Lin knew all of that, it would be very bad if word got out.

Chapter 137 Crackdown Storm (Part 2)

Yang Lin ignored my cold look and walked to my bedside. I said, "What exactly do you want? Don't think that just because we slept together once, you're clinging to me. Didn't you say I didn't have to take responsibility?"

Yang Lin said, "Now I've changed my mind. I want you to take responsibility. I didn't expect you to be so young, yet you have so many women around you, even your sister. You really don't let the good stuff go to outsiders."

I said angrily, "What do you mean by that? I'm warning you, everything has its limits. Don't go too far. If you piss me off, I..."

Yang Lin not only didn't dodge, but leaned closer, saying, "What do you want to do to me? Are you going to kill me to silence me?"

I was really getting angry at her. If I weren't always so doting on women, I would have slapped her. Yang Lin glared at me, took out a phone, and said, "I came to give you a phone, and you treat me like this? Do you think I'm easy to bully?"

Only then did I realize that I had left in a hurry and left my phone in Yang Lin's room. I said awkwardly, "How long have you been here? What did you hear?"

Yang Lin said, "I heard everything. If you dare ignore me again, I'll expose your affair."

I didn't know how much she had heard, nor did I know the truth of her story, so I didn't dare offend her too much. If she told everyone about my sister and me, my sister wouldn't be able to stay in the hospital, and I wouldn't have a good time at school either. I said, "I guess I misunderstood you. You've given me back my phone now, so you can go back to sleep."

Yang Lin said, "Am I that annoying to you? If it were your sister keeping you company, you'd probably be overjoyed."

Of course, you can't compare to my sister.

I said, "Good to know. Then why don't you go back to sleep?" Yang Lin didn't expect me to be so blunt, and she felt embarrassed. Her face immediately darkened, and she said, "What do you take me for? Someone you can just summon and dismiss at will? Don't go too far!" I realized my words were

inappropriate, but I didn't want to show weakness, so I didn't know what to say. Seeing me lower my head and remain silent, Yang Lin knew I was too embarrassed to say anything nice to her. She snorted coldly and said, "Don't think you can get away with it just because you've had your way with me. I'm sticking with you from now on."

I said, "What's this? You have another boyfriend. Let's part amicably. You don't need to act like a lady in an ancient drama."

Yang Lin suddenly laughed and said, "Aren't you jealous because I have another boyfriend?"

I said irritably, "I don't have time for this kind of jealousy. Don't be so self-righteous."

Yang Lin said, "You don't need to lie to me. My intuition about men is very accurate."

I said, "Then you really have a lot of special abilities. Not only can you turn men into dogs, but you can also read people's minds."

Yang Lin said, "The fragrance on you is intoxicating." "Girl, why can't I play with you stinky men? You don't need to be jealous. You're my first man, and you'll be my only man from now on."

I said, "What, don't you want to be the queen anymore? Aren't there many other men waiting for you?"

Yang Lin said, "You're different from them. Only you are my real boyfriend."

I said, "I wouldn't dare. I'm so young, how can you take me out?"

Yang Lin said, "You stingy little thing, are you still angry with me? Humph, I'm not even angry with you yet. You have plenty of women around you, and they've all slept with you. You still have the nerve to talk to me like that."

I never thought about being her boyfriend. Otherwise, I don't know what kind of person she would "train" me after spending a long time with me. I said, "What exactly do you see in me? Why won't you leave me alone?"

Yang Lin replied, "Look how pitiful you sound. It's because you're our woman's darling! You have aphrodisiac scent, your saliva has beauty benefits, and you have that silver tongue that knows how to please women."

At this point, Yang Lin's face turned red, clearly thinking about the strange pleasure my tongue gave her as it roamed over her body. Damn, in her eyes, I'm practically a gigolo!

Afraid that if I continued arguing with her, my sister would misunderstand and think that Yang Lin and I were alone in a room doing something "shameful," I got up and went downstairs to appease her. Seeing me pull back the covers, Yang Lin blushed and said, "What are you going to do? I... I'm not that casual."

She really had a wild imagination. I said, "I don't care if you're casual or not. I'm going downstairs to keep my sister company. You decide what to do."

Yang Lin looked at my menacing weapon between my legs and laughed, "You're just going to go down like that?"

I said fiercely, "If you don't leave, I'll make sure you can't get out of bed all day tomorrow."

Yang Lin murmured, "Are you sure you can handle that?"

She really was a naturally alluring beauty. Looking at her sexy clothes, I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. No, I'd better get downstairs quickly, otherwise I really might not be able to resist "taking her right there and then." Seeing that I was really leaving her, Yang Lin was also a little angry and said, "You wait, I won't let you get away with this."

I'm being discharged from the hospital tomorrow, and I'll stay far away from you from now on. Let's see what you can do to me then.

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I put my hand on my sister's shoulder and said, "Sister, don't be angry. I know I was wrong, I'll change, okay?"

My sister couldn't say anything to me in front of others, and said, "Whether you change or not is your own business. It's so late, go upstairs to sleep."

I said, "I can't sleep alone if my sister doesn't stay with me."

If I go up now, Yang Lin will cause me trouble. Sister Li said to my sister, "Sister Ye, look how pitiful Xiao Xin is. Why don't you go upstairs with him? Anyway, there's nothing to do tonight. I'll be fine with you. I'll call you if anything comes up."

My sister glanced at me and said, "Will he be bored? Of course, someone will keep him company."

Sister Li said, "You mean Yang Lin? She has her boyfriend with her. You want Xiao Xin to be a third wheel?"

My sister glanced at me upon hearing this and then ignored me.

Since my sister ignored me, I had no choice but to chat with Sister Li for no reason, which was quite boring. After half an hour, thinking that Yang Lin should go back to her room, I sheepishly went upstairs. Unexpectedly, Yang Lin was still sleeping in my bed, leisurely flipping through my textbook. Damn it, are you ever going to stop? I went over and snatched the book from her hands, picked her up, and carried her on my shoulder. Yang Lin struggled, saying, "What are you doing? Put me down!"

I ignored her, carried her back to her room, threw her on the bed, and said, "Please don't go into the wrong room or get into the wrong bed again."

Yang Lin lay on the bed and said, "Then who went into the wrong room and got into my bed just now?"

I said, "I'm very annoyed right now and want some peace and quiet. Don't make things worse for me. We can talk about it later."

After saying that, I ignored her and went back to my room to sleep.

When I woke up the next day, I saw today's newspaper on my bedside table, along with hot milk and a cake. It seemed my sister had put them there for me. My heart warmed. Even though my sister seemed to ignore me on the surface, she still cared about me.

The photo of Mayor Zhang and Professor Steve shaking hands and making peace was on the front page of the newspaper. The article naturally introduced that Professor Steve's teaching surgery at the Second Hospital was a great success, filling a gap in heart surgery in our province and marking a new level of medical expertise for the Second Hospital. As is customary, the Second Hospital will appoint the professor as a permanent consultant and have him come to the Second Hospital for academic exchanges every year.

Furthermore, the medical school of the city's university, not to be outdone, also appointed Steve as an honorary professor to enhance the university and medical school's reputation and prepare for another expansion of enrollment next year. Each additional student enrolled means additional revenue, and high school and higher education in China, as an industry, are among the "top ten most profitable industries." Naturally, the medical school wouldn't miss such an advertising opportunity.

The following article describes Mayor Zhang visiting Xiaoli, who recently underwent surgery. Mayor Zhang spoke at length about the necessity and urgency of expanding medical insurance coverage, calling on all sectors of society to jointly address the livelihood security issues of vulnerable groups. Naturally, the article mentions me, a high school student who hopes to contribute to public welfare by starting my own company and foundation. Mayor Zhang even gave an "important instruction" to "do public welfare in unconventional ways." With Mayor Zhang's speech, things will be much easier for me.

The following day, I followed Zhou Haina, Li's wife, to various departments including industry and commerce, civil affairs, and finance and taxation. With the mayor's speech and reporters' interviews, my business progressed smoothly. In each place we visited, the directors and bureau chiefs personally received us, spouting a lot about caring for the vulnerable and being enthusiastic about public welfare. The 16th National Congress of the Communist Party of China was coming soon, and I heard that the "Three Represents" would be written into the Party Constitution. In this atmosphere, laid-off workers and landless farmers, usually forgotten, returned to the newspapers and television, and concern for them sprang up like mushrooms after rain. Starting my company and foundation was timely; if done well, it could lighten the burden on the municipal government and also set a good example. This way, I could become famous, and Mayor Zhang, as the leader in charge, could naturally use it as a political achievement. It

was a really tiring day. If it weren't for the fact that I'm still a middle school student and Reporter Zhou is a woman, these bureau chiefs and directors would have taken us to a restaurant for "entertainment." Although I'm just a middle school student, after Mayor Zhang's speech, they now treat me as one of his people. Zhou Haina's father is the head of the municipal propaganda department, so naturally they want to cultivate a good relationship with us. Even I know the saying "having someone in high places makes it easier to get ahead" and "more friends, more paths," so they, as bureau chiefs and directors, certainly understand it better than I do. This is certainly beneficial for me; it will be easier to ask them for help in the future.

That night, I had to spend the night at the pharmacy. My sister had Zhang Min deliver my sheets, blankets, and other belongings to the pharmacy. The pharmacy is located in Jiangdong District, just 200 meters east of the municipal medical center, making it convenient for patients to buy medicine. But for me, it wasn't so convenient. Getting from the pharmacy to the Party School requires two bus transfers and several minutes by bicycle—isn't that forcing me to exercise early? Also, with Xiaoli's parents "monitoring" me, I had to spend every night alone in my empty room—the long nights were unbearable.

Postscript: Lately, many friends have commented that my updates are too slow and the word count per chapter is too low. I've already explained this before. I write in my spare time, and recently I've been studying for exams, so I don't have as much free time as before, which naturally slows down my progress. Last week, I registered for the October self-study exams. "If you don't work hard when you're young, you'll regret it when you're old." Since I didn't get a bachelor's degree before, I'll get a double bachelor's degree to make it look good. This will definitely mean even less time in the future, so please understand

. As for the word count per chapter, I think it's still acceptable. Over 130 chapters, nearly 600,000 words, that averages to almost 4,400 words per chapter, which is considered above average for online novels. Although a few chapters have been shorter recently, they've still all been over 3,000 words. I've noticed that short chapters seem to be popular lately; some works have only a little over 1,000 words per chapter, and some even split a chapter into two or three parts, which is frustrating to read. I'd rather update slowly than make them too short. It's difficult for me to write them, and it's unpleasant for everyone to read. I plan to keep each chapter at least 3000 words.

As for the recent chapter titles with "Upper," "Middle," and "Lower," besides the shorter word count, the main reason is that I don't want to rack my brains over chapter titles anymore. Since I've always named each chapter with four characters, I don't want to change the word count over time, so I've had to use one name multiple times.

Chapter 138: Differential Treatment .

On Tuesday morning, I rode the "pirated bike" that Xiaoli's mother bought for 50 yuan, and it took me a full 20 minutes to finally get to school. These days I've been pampered, and even riding such a short distance today made me a little tired; the wound on my thigh was also throbbing slightly.

I pushed my bike through the school gate, and the security guard greeted me: "Hey, Xiao Xin, why are you riding your bike to school today? Not taking the chauffeur-driven car?"

I replied, "I'm not the principal, I don't have a chauffeur-driven car."

It seems I really have been living too comfortably before, being chauffeured around every day. People are even a little surprised when I ride my bike to school occasionally. Damn, does this count as indulging in the decadent lifestyle of the bourgeoisie and "degenerating" into the proletariat?

The guard said, "You ride in a BMW every day, you're more impressive than the principal. I heard you're in the news again. When you become the student council president, remember to treat me to a meal!"

I replied, "Definitely, definitely."

I thought to myself, "This is definitely the second-in-command and his gang bragging again, saying that it would be an injustice if someone as dedicated to public service, helpful, courageous, and brave as a fighter against criminals as me wasn't the student council president." While I might like hearing that, it wouldn't sound good to Mediterranean's ears, and he might even make things difficult for me. These guys are just making things worse for me.

It seems I'm quite popular at school. On my way to the classroom after parking my car, several classmates greeted me, asking how to join the foundation and how to earn money for living expenses. I agreed to all of them, expressing my warm welcome.

Inside the classroom, the second-in-command and his gang were also very excited. After our foundation's story was reported in the newspaper yesterday, dozens more students joined. Now, we have over two hundred members, one hundred of whom are A-level members—volunteers who contribute without pay; the other one hundred or so are B-level members who plan to "work." Even though our foundation hasn't officially opened yet, it's already a well-known organization on campus.

However, I don't really like the word "gang." I've heard that Hong Kong and Taiwanese triads now call themselves "gangs," while here they call themselves "companies." It seems even triads are keeping up with the times, "adapting to the times" and "building on past achievements." I'm also quite annoyed by these two words; they're overused. The bald guy uses them two or three times every time he gives a report. Unexpectedly, the second-in-command then delivered an even more classic line: "Let us unite closely around the board of directors with Ye Zixin at its core, and create a charitable foundation with the characteristics of Clover."

Damn, I almost threw up the milk Lin Shiyi gave me.

I said, "Your flattery skills have really improved; you can even say such cheesy things."

The second-in-command laughed, "Not at all, compared to the boss's cheesy words when he's picking up girls, mine is nothing."

Damn, he still says that.

After joking around for a while, I asked Lin Shiyi and the second-in-command how the "business" was going. The second-in-command even seriously pulled out a work notebook and started reporting on his work. Our class and Class 11 were both "expanded enrollment" classes that paid for admission; our families all have some wealth and influence. After fully leveraging our social connections, we secured a considerable client base. Lin Shiyi managed to get all the hotels and karaoke bars under her father's "Lin Group" in line, and this year's Christmas trees and decorations were all made by us. If we did a good job this time, we could handle all the business during future holidays. As for the price and quantity, Lin Shiyi could decide. Spending a little money to make his precious daughter happy was worthwhile, since these things were needed every year anyway, and he was happy to do her a favor.

Although the other classmates didn't have orders as big as Lin Shiyi's, they still had quite a few combined. Some classmates were thinking even further ahead. During the Spring Festival, every company, enterprise, and organization would distribute "New Year's goods," like fruits and Golden Dragon fish—truckloads of them! If they could get that business too, it would be a huge profit. It seems the power of the RMB is boundless! My first pot of gold is still in the air, and I'm already dreaming of mining for gold. But I like it; I'm willing to do any business that can make money, as long as it's legal. I've never considered selling heroin. Anyway, we'll all be on holiday for the New Year, so we'll have plenty of time. Doing New Year's goods business has another advantage: I originally planned to use the money I earned to send New Year's goods to elderly people in nursing homes and impoverished families, but now I can save the trouble of sourcing them myself. Before, it was the Civil Affairs Bureau and such that "sent warmth" to us; now it's my turn to give back to society. Of course, when delivering New Year's goods, I won't be bringing a bunch of reporters and neighborhood officials with me.

Besides the clients my classmates brought in through connections, what surprised me even more was that we actually received several orders from overseas. My classmates' clients, after all, were brought in through connections, so there might be some considerations of personal relationships. We made business with them this year, but they might not necessarily do business with us again in the future. But overseas clients are different; if this deal goes through, it will be a long-term business relationship.

These overseas orders all came through the internet. Our website was developed by several computer experts who registered a domain name and hosted it on Jiuxing Company's server. Jiuxing Company also handles routine maintenance and even provides a link to it on their homepage. Jiuxing Company has a wide range of business and receives a high volume of daily traffic; some customers simply stumble upon our website while visiting Jiuxing Company's site. In our company introduction, we specifically state that our Clover Company is a new company founded by middle school students passionate about public welfare and charity. We emphasize that the company's purpose is not for personal gain but to give back to society and provide students with work-study opportunities.

It seems the foreign clients are very interested in our initial intentions. One company even specifically mentioned in their order that they placed the order with us not only because they trusted Jiuxing Company's past good business reputation and believed we, as Jiuxing Company's "partners," were capable of fulfilling the order, but also because they wanted to support our commitment to public welfare and charitable causes. The foreigners didn't seem to care that we were still middle school students. It's common for middle school students to run companies and work part-time abroad. They hoped that this collaboration would contribute to our charity work and build a good long-term relationship.

It was an Israeli company. I said, "I like doing business with Jews."

Lin Shiyi glanced at me and said, "Why? Jews are very shrewd. Look at their low price, small quantity, and air freight. They probably don't even make as much as my dad's hotel orders."

The second-in-command chimed in, "Exactly, second brother, haven't you read *The Merchant of Venice*? Doing business with them might lead to losses."

I said, "Pah, you're such a jinx. Business is business. I like the Jewish people."

The second-in-command asked, "Why?"

I said, "Because they are a people who repay kindness with kindness and revenge with revenge, and no matter how difficult or how long it takes, they will definitely seek revenge."

The second-in-command said, "They want revenge, but the Palestinians also want revenge. Where did your usual compassion for the weak go?" "

I said, 'This isn't something we can easily explain. What I want to talk about is their attitude towards the Nazis. You can't help but admire their clear sense of right and wrong and their unwavering spirit. After World War II ended, they never stopped hunting down the remnants of the Nazis, killing them one by one, for over fifty years without stopping. The whole world was shocked by their determination and patience in seeking revenge. But they have always been grateful to China. No matter what policies our government has towards them, they are deeply grateful to Shanghai for saving tens of thousands of Jews who fled to Shanghai during World War II. I heard that there is even a monument in Israel that records the kindness our ancestors showed them.'

This is a topic I discussed with Zhang Ning while accompanying an Israeli client in Shanghai, and it really touched me deeply.

Thinking about some of our own people, the crimes of the Japanese invasion of China are still vivid in our minds, yet they seem to have forgotten this history. Some even wear Japanese military flags on their bodies. I really don't know if this is ignorance or shamelessness." Israel has a monument to gratitude, where people pay their respects; yet our Nanjing Massacre is used to sell admission tickets. It's unimaginable that a "patriotic education base" would require people to pay for education. I really don't know which genius came up with this "revenue-generating" idea. No need for excuses like budget constraints; if you reduced salaries a little, all the "patriotic education bases" in the country could be free.

The second-in-command said, "Speaking of which, the Jews have really had a tough life. Now they're powerful, and many Arab countries can't do anything to them."

I said, "That's why I've always admired Israel. Look how advanced their weapons are now; even the Americans might not be able to compare. Maybe I'll even do arms sales with them in the future."

Lin Shiyi laughed, "You're going off on a tangent. What kind of business do you want to do?"

I said, "I want to be a human trafficker. Be careful, or I'll sell you to Israel."

Lin Shiyi said, "You dare?"

I told the second-in-command, "Tell everyone that our company will resolutely refuse to do business with the Japanese from now on. Damn it, compared to Israel, the Japanese are simply not worth anything."

Lin Shiyi, remembering Tian Tian being bullied in Japan, also said, "Yeah, the Japanese are the most annoying, they're all chauvinistic pigs."

The second-in-command said, "Understood, Boss has made enemies with the Japanese, I wonder when he'll stand up for Tian Tian." Damn

, after this kid said that, I felt like I was fighting with the Japanese over Tian Tian's affair, so I angrily smacked the second-in-command on the head as punishment.

This time we talked for so long, and Zhang Sanfeng didn't actually make sarcastic remarks to us, which was quite rare. His father actually expressed support for my foundation, which probably surprised this kid a lot. With his pig brain, it would take him a lot of effort to figure out the intricacies. This kind of thing is better left unsaid, Mayor Zhang might not tell him outright, and might even tell him not to cause me any trouble. I found it somewhat amusing to see this young man glancing our way every now and then, looking like he had a bellyful of anger with nowhere to vent it.

Postscript: It seems quite a few of my readers are civil servants who think I have too much prejudice against them. Here's a brief response.

Regarding the issue of official corruption: So far, I haven't described the various dark aspects of officialdom in much detail in my articles; what I've said so far has only been a superficial overview, and I shouldn't say I have too much prejudice. The fact that provincial and ministerial-level officials are frequently removed from office and imprisoned shows how serious the situation is. Otherwise, there wouldn't be such a rush to "make an example of one to warn a hundred," but the effect doesn't seem very ideal; it's still a case of "one corrupt official following another." Of course, this doesn't mean all civil servants are corrupt, just as not everyone who drives a BMW will necessarily run over a peasant woman and can be released on medical parole to avoid imprisonment. But from another perspective, those who can afford BMWs certainly have money or connections. Officials aren't necessarily corrupt, but corrupt ones are almost certainly officials; otherwise, they wouldn't have the means.

Regarding the issue of civil servants' income: Compared to the previous question, this is the most discussed topic.

Income varies by region; you can't compare the income of impoverished western regions to that of Shenzhen. I've spoken with many friends, and the income disparities are significant. For example, even among those working in the tax bureau, some earn 35,000 yuan a year, while others earn just over 10,000 yuan—neither can compare to the income of those in our local tax system. My city is an eastern coastal city, consistently ranking among the top in the country in terms of per capita income. Last year, the per capita disposable income of urban residents was nearly 14,000 yuan, while the average income of the local tax system was just over 80,000 yuan—a difference of more than five times. I work in finance and have extensive dealings with tax officials, so I'm quite familiar with their income situation and have no intention of exaggerating. While civil servants in other departments earn slightly less, even in the worst township government, the average staff member earns over 30,000 yuan a year, not to mention those with higher positions. These figures are from meetings among us accountants; they're not official data and may have some errors, but they're not too far off. Since monthly salaries pass through our hands, these figures shouldn't be wrong.

Of course, civil servants with lower salaries than us shouldn't be too upset. Compare yourself to those around you, especially laid-off workers; you might feel better that way. I believe that even in your local area, your salaries are definitely above the social average. Besides, you at least have weekends off, and as long as you don't make any major mistakes, you're not in danger of being laid off. You even get raises from time to time, and paid leave is on the horizon. Ask any factory workers in private factories—how many of them have such good benefits? Compared to farmers, you're practically living in paradise.

This topic could be discussed at length, but due to time constraints, I'll stop here for today. I will continue to share my insights and opinions in future articles, and I hope my fellow civil servants will continue to discuss this with me. Please forgive me if I have offended or been biased. In fact, what I wanted to express in this article was mainly my thoughts on the unfair distribution of social wealth, not a general criticism of civil servants as a whole. I am just a nobody and don't have the right to discuss such a high-level topic.

Chapter 139 Playing with Playthings Leads to Fear

After discussing the foundation with Xiaoyi and the Second Leader, I got up to go to the office to complete the leave application procedures. I originally wanted to ask for sick leave, but after thinking about it, I decided to ask for personal leave instead, so that Lin Shiyi and Liu Ruolan wouldn't have to ask me all sorts of questions after they found out about my injury. I'm the class monitor now, and other classmates can just tell me or the Second Leader if they need to take leave. Today, I'm asking for leave myself, so it's better to tell Liu Ruolan in advance, so she won't worry. Besides, I have something I want to talk to her about.

When I got to the office, there was no one there, so I sat in Liu Ruolan's seat and waited for her to come back. Bored, I opened her drawer and rummaged through it, and found several romance novels inside, two of which even had erotic content. It seems that Liu Ruolan had confiscated them in class again. Damn, I didn't expect that in a key high school like No. 5 Middle School, with such a heavy workload every day, there would still be people reading these kinds of pamphlets. Is it worth all the high "sponsorship fees" paid? But then again, I wasn't much better off, perhaps even worse. I'd already gone all out, so what right did I have to criticize others? They probably hadn't read as many erotic novels as I had.

In the bottom drawer were Liu Ruolan's slippers, several pairs of stockings and underwear. I hadn't expected her to be so prepared. After school started, I was surrounded by beautiful girls, so I didn't go to Liu Ruolan's house for rendezvous very often. Instead, I took advantage of the time after school when Liu Ruolan was on duty to have some fun in her office a few times. The office was on the third floor. After work, I'd close the security door downstairs, but I didn't have to worry too much about anyone coming up and seeing me. Liu Ruolan was becoming increasingly sensitive to my teasing and flirting. A few gentle touches from me would quickly make her wet. But her "appetite" wasn't very high. Each time, before I'd had enough, she'd already ejaculated three or four times and had no energy left for me, forcing me to have Li Ruyun and Xu Ke "extra meals" when I got home.

Last week, I was so busy spending time with Zhang Ning and Fang Xiaoyi that I neglected Liu Ruolan. I wondered if she was, like before, reading erotic novels and masturbating in the office. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel a little tempted. I picked up a pair of Liu Ruolan's stockings and smelled them. They smelled really good; not only did they not smell of sweat, but they also had a faint, pleasant fragrance. Besides the natural scent I gave her, it seemed like she had also applied perfume.

Liu Ruolan knew I had a slight fondness for beautiful women's feet, and she paid attention to the allure of her feet, buying only high-end shoes and socks, making her a fashion trendsetter among the female teachers at the school. In this regard, only Bai Jie could compare to her. Although Bai Jie had given birth to twins, she remained slim and slender, with excellent skin care; even at 40, she looked like she was under 30. Before Liu Ruolan came to No. 5 Middle School, Bai Jie was considered a "teacher's wife" level school beauty. Now that Liu Ruolan had stolen her thunder, Bai Jie felt a little jealous. Although she didn't say anything and often chatted and laughed with Liu Ruolan, she was now paying more attention to her appearance, clearly vying with Liu Ruolan for the "school beauty" title, and was even stealing the limelight from Liu Ruolan's daughter, Bai Jingjing.

I was playing with Liu Ruolan's stockings when I heard the door open. I was startled and quickly put the stockings back in the drawer, almost pinching my finger in the process. I looked up and saw that it was Bai Jingjing who came in, carrying a large stack of homework notebooks, which Bai Jie must have asked her to bring up. Seeing me hurriedly close the drawer, Bai Jingjing said, "What are you doing here? What are you going through Teacher Liu's things?"

I replied, "If you can come here, why can't I? Teacher Liu is my sworn sister. What's wrong with me looking at her drawer? It's none of your business."

Bai Jingjing said, "Going through other people's things without their permission is immoral. Didn't your school teach you that?"

Damn it, you can criticize me all you want, but why bring up my old school too? I said, "It's none of your business whether I go through things or not. Even my sister hasn't said anything to me. Who do you think you are?"

Bai Jingjing said angrily, "I'm going to tell you what to do today. I want to see what you're looking for, whether you've stolen anything."

"Damn it, you're going too far! You're treating me like a thief! Besides, I was just smelling women's stockings. If she finds out, I'm in big trouble! I've offended her before; she'll definitely spread my shameful secrets everywhere and ruin my reputation. I can forget about being the student council president; I'll end up with a 'pervert' or something."

Seeing me protecting the table from her, Bai Jingjing became even more suspicious. Unable to pull it open, she stepped on my foot and, while I was hopping in pain, pulled open the drawer. I was both in pain and anxious, and said, "Damn it, what are you trying to do?"

Bai Jingjing said, "So you were secretly reading these pornographic books. How shameless!"

I turned my head and saw that Bai Jingjing hadn't opened the bottom drawer, but the top one, which contained those pornographic books. I was certain in my heart that this scene really resembled the conductor in the French film "La Grande Vadrouille." I said, "Don't pretend to be innocent. Maybe you read it every day too."

Bai Jingjing retorted angrily, "You, you...you bastard, I would never read such pornographic books."

She then asked, "Ye Zixin, did you make a bet with Zhang Zijian?"

I asked, "What bet?"

"Don't play dumb. You two are both perverted bastards, bored and using me as a wager. I'm warning you, if you dare to do anything inappropriate to me, I'll tell Teacher Liu and my dad about your reading pornographic books. Let's see if you still have the face to run for student council president."

Damn, she actually used this to threaten me. That's too childish. If you had just pulled out the drawer with the stockings, maybe it would have some effect on me. But my classmates don't care about reading pornographic books. As for Liu Ruolan, it's not a question of what she can do to me, but what I can do to her.

I said, "A gentleman's word is his bond. Since we made the bet, we'll continue. Just you wait and see."

Bai Jingjing's face turned red with anger. She said, "Ye Zixin, you filthy rogue, you pervert, you big stinker! I won't let you get away with this!"

I said, "You haven't even smelled me, how would you know if I smell bad? Actually, I smell quite nice. Come and smell me if you don't believe me."

Calling me a stinker is utter nonsense. If you dare to come and smell me, you might just be instantly aroused. However, I've noticed these past two days that my natural fragrance seems to have faded considerably. It only becomes noticeable when my libido is high and my penis is hard. Otherwise, I have to be very close to you to faintly smell it. Damn, is this a side effect of my thigh injury? Doesn't this mean I'm missing out on one of my secret weapons for picking up girls? Fortunately, it wasn't completely gone, just slightly reduced, not enough to make me "completely lose my charm." Bai Jingjing said, "Smell my foot! Let your two best friends smell it."

I laughed, "Are you jealous of Xiaoyi and Dingling?"

Bai Jingjing got even angrier, saying, "You, I would be jealous of a good-for-nothing like you? What a joke!"

I teased her on purpose, saying, "The angrier you are, the more jealous you really are."

Girls are naturally at a disadvantage in these kinds of conversations, and Bai Jingjing couldn't argue with me, so she stormed out.

When she got to the door, Liu Ruolan happened to be there and asked curiously, "Jingjing, what's wrong? Why are you so angry?"

Because of my "sibling" relationship with Liu Ruolan, Bai Jingjing took her anger out on her and ran downstairs without replying. Seeing me sitting in her seat, Liu Ruolan smiled lewdly and scolded, "Did you make Jingjing angry again? You little devil, are you deliberately trying to go against her?"

I didn't explain, but told Liu Ruolan about taking leave, only saying that I had taken a day off yesterday to handle the registration procedures for the foundation and the company. Liu Ruolan asked me, "Xiaoxin, don't be so playful. You're so busy with your studies right now, where do you find the energy to handle these extra things? Just focus on your studies, leave the company and the foundation to Zhang Min and the others, and concentrate on your studies."

I said, "It's okay, others may not know, but don't you know how much 'energy' I have?"

Liu Ruolan blushed and said, "Even if you have a lot of energy, you've probably gone spree these past few days with her."

I whispered in her ear, "Then why don't you try it tonight?"

We were in the office, so we didn't dare to be too unrestrained and started talking about the main topic again. I came to see Liu Ruolan not only to ask for leave, but also to ask her to bring me back her husband's special forces training materials on combat and grappling. I'm going to practice my survival and adaptability skills.

These days, I've been bullied a lot and injured frequently. Besides the physical pain I'm experiencing, my sisters are also worried about me. This can't go on; there are more and more beautiful women around me, and I'll have to protect them all. I've read Liu Ruolan's husband's books before, but I thought the content was too cruel, often resulting in death. I was afraid of causing trouble if I practiced them, so I gave up halfway. But this time, when I was attacked, they were trying to kill me, and I was powerless to fight back. I was beaten up without even knowing who the attacker was; it was really pathetic.

Although Liu Ruolan also hopes I can improve my health, she's worried that with my studies, the company, and the fund, adding martial arts training on top of that might be too much for me. I naturally had to make that promise, guaranteeing I could juggle studying, running my company, and practicing martial arts without neglecting any of it, even spending my evenings "entertaining" with them wouldn't be a problem. This made Liu Ruolan blush and playfully hit me.

I'm still a student, so studying is naturally the most important thing for me. For students at our Fifth Middle School, failing to get into prestigious universities like Tsinghua or Peking University is a failure. My future goal is to focus on economics and finance, which falls under the humanities. Therefore, I'm currently concentrating my energy on the three main subjects: Chinese, Math, and English. With the current 3x system, these three are mandatory for both science and humanities students. As for the "x" subjects, for humanities students, it's naturally Politics, History, and Geography, which rely on memorization. My memory has improved significantly, so memorizing these isn't too difficult. I plan to give up on Physics, Chemistry, and Physiology. As long as I pass the high school entrance exam, that's enough. There's no need to spend too much energy on them now. Of course, I can't do too badly either, or I'll lose face.

Postscript: I didn't originally intend to talk about civil servants today, but several friends suggested I stop complaining here. They said, since civil servants earn so much, why don't you take the exam? I think if you want to say I'm just being a sour grapes, just say so; I won't mind. But there's no need to be sarcastic… The

current civil servants, as a whole, have formed a "vested interest group" and are detached from the masses. On March 9, 2004, the Second Session of the Tenth National People's Congress held a press conference at the Great Hall of the People, inviting Minister Zheng Silin, Vice Ministers Wang Dongjin and Zhang Xiaojian of the Ministry of Labor and Social Security to answer reporters' questions on employment and social security issues. A reporter asked: The household registration issue directly affects farmers coming to work in cities. I want to know if the government has a timetable for abolishing household registration. Zheng Silin: First, there is no such timetable. Second, migrant workers currently working in cities are not affected by their household registration status.

The Minister's first answer was not unexpected; I would have been surprised if there were a timetable. The second answer was quite unexpected, as this is a topic that has been discussed for a long time. Does the minister, perhaps living in China, not know the plight of migrant workers in cities? Without urban household registration, migrant workers must live with their temporary residence and dare not leave. Last year, a college student named Sun Zhigang even lost his life because of this. This directly affects their personal safety, which led to the renaming of the repatriation station. Without urban household registration, migrant workers can only do the hardest and most arduous jobs because good jobs require local residency. Without urban household registration, their children are forced to drop out of school or pay astronomical tuition fees. Hasn't this affected their lives and work? I know that if household registration were truly liberalized, it would create many social problems, but we can't ignore reality. Are farmers destined to be farmers, forever inferior?

Chinese farmers are among the most miserable, a recent survey report from the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences that has caused widespread lamentation. The report concluded that the income gap between urban and rural areas in China has been widening in recent years, and if non-monetary factors such as healthcare, education, and unemployment benefits are taken into account, China's urban-rural income gap is the highest in the world. This gap has seriously hindered the safe operation of the economy and the prosperity and stability of society. One author once said that seeing today's farmers reminded him of Lu Xun's famous saying: "Either erupt in silence, or perish in silence."

I am not a farmer, but that does not diminish my sympathy and indignation towards them. Although my novels contain many erotic elements, this does not mean I am not qualified to express my views on society. Just as prostitutes can have genuine love, the protagonist in my novels, though currently surrounded by beautiful women and seemingly a useless gigolo, does not mean he is devoid of his conscience.

Note also: The Nanjing Massacre Memorial Hall used to charge admission, and the price was not low, enough to make working-class people and students consider their wallets. It is said that the admission fee was only recently discontinued. However, the timeline in my novel is still set in 2002, so Ye Zixin is unaware of this. Therefore, it's normal for him to express such sentiments in the text; it's not that I'm ignorant. If similar situations arise in the future, please consider the time difference between the novel and reality.

Chapter 140 Extracurricular Activities

Next, Liu Ruolan discussed our class's next learning arrangements with me. It's November now, and as usual, mid-term exams are usually held in mid-November, followed by the school sports meet.

Liu Ruolan said, "Xiaoxin, you have to do well in the mid-term exams this time, don't embarrass me."

I said, "Don't worry, I'll concentrate on my studies during this time and won't let Mediterranean find fault with you."

My relationship with Mediterranean has always been bad, and Liu Ruolan is also treated differently by him. At school, everything revolves around grades, and teachers' bonuses are linked to students' performance. Although Liu Ruolan doesn't care about the money, it's a matter of face, and she doesn't want to fall behind.

Liu Ruolan said, "Also, the school is holding a sports meet in a few weeks. Go and make arrangements to get the students to sign up. Other classes have already registered their events and participants, but our class hasn't registered yet."

I said, "What does this have to do with me? Isn't Zhang Sanfeng in charge of this? He's our class's sports representative and also acts as the student council's sports minister. You've come to the wrong person."

Although Zhang Sanfeng is the class's sports representative, the students don't really respect him. So far, only three or four students have registered with him, and they're all his cronies, which makes him lose face. But this has nothing to do with me. I've been busy with my company lately, and I don't have the time to make things difficult for Zhang Sanfeng. After all, this is about our class's collective honor, and I'm not going to make things difficult for Liu Ruolan because of personal grudges.

Liu Ruolan said, "Don't play dumb with me. Once you register, the other students will too."

Zhang Sanfeng is usually arrogant, and the students all dislike him, but they don't dare to confront him directly because of his father's power. This time, the students' "non-violent non-cooperation" was also a deliberate attempt to embarrass him. Besides, as the class monitor, I didn't register either, so Zhang Sanfeng couldn't say anything to them, much less ask me to lead the way in registering. He couldn't afford to lose face.

Back in the classroom, I asked the second-in-command why he hadn't registered for the sports meet. Sure enough, the students didn't register because of my feud with Zhang Sanfeng. To show their support, I didn't register, so they didn't either. I told them it wasn't necessary; if they felt they had the ability, they should just register. Our class might not be as good as other classes academically, but we're not necessarily worse at sports. Because of the pressure to get into the Fifth Middle School, the students all felt inferior. If they could show their faces on the sports field, it would be a great thing, boosting their morale and confidence.

Furthermore, achieving a good ranking at the sports meet and making a splash on the field can greatly help in attracting girls. Heroes have always loved beauties, and beauties also love heroes. Of course, opportunities to be a hero at school are rare; something like rescuing someone from the water, like I did, is a matter of luck. Hoping that a girl will be harassed by thugs while walking alone at night, and you happen to be passing by, rescuing her and offering yourself in return, is just wishful thinking. If that actually happened, you'd have to consider whether you could withstand a few punches. The sports meet, however, provides a risk-free opportunity to be a hero. If you win, girls will always be watching you with admiration. The boys in our class aren't as academically gifted as those in other classes. Although some come from wealthy or influential families, we're all still students, and girls don't care about these things like adults do. So, if you want to attract a beautiful girl, the only way is to become famous on the sports field. Although it requires some sweat, it's worth it for the sake of future happiness.

The second-in-command, finding some merit in my argument, was somewhat tempted. He said, "The boss is indeed the boss; he can connect everything to chasing girls. It makes me want to sign up for the competition."

I replied, "You're so skinny, you want to sign up? Be careful Little Swallow skins you alive."

The second-in-command said, "I'm not skinny; I'm all concentrated essence. By the way, boss, what event are you planning to sign up for?"

I said, "I don't have that much time. I'd rather be busy running my business and making money. Besides, even if I stand out at the sports meet, so what? I'd be perfectly content with having two school beauties as my girlfriends."

After saying that, I gave Lin Shiyi a fawning smile, but unexpectedly, Xiao Yi rolled her eyes at me, focusing only on her homework and ignoring me, making me feel quite embarrassed.

The second-in-command said, "I heard that if we can win a prize at this sports meet, not only will we get a bonus, but we can also represent the school in the city's middle school sports meet, and then the provincial middle school sports meet. If we win

a prize at the provincial sports meet, we can be admitted to university as a special talent." I said, "Give me a break. With our level, you think we can win a prize at the provincial sports meet? Do you know what those guys who win prizes are doing? They're either sports specialties in schools or they train specifically in sports schools. They're not even in the same league as us."

Our country's athletes have won gold and silver medals at various international sports meets in recent years, and the numerous sports schools across the country have played a crucial role in this. Basically, all athletes come from sports schools. These athletes enter these remote and demanding schools from a young age, training day after day, all for the sake of joining the provincial and national teams. To some extent, most of our athletes are "professional athletes" because training is their entire job. This conflicts somewhat with the "amateur" spirit of the Olympics, but fortunately, they haven't investigated too deeply and have tacitly accepted our "semi-amateur" behavior. Otherwise, our athletes participating in the World University Games would also face problems. The vast majority of foreign athletes are legitimate university students, while our athletes hardly have time for academic studies. I think if they were to take our first-year high school midterm exams, probably more than half would fail. Participating in the University Games as professional athletes carries a hint of unfair competition.

Of course, it's not difficult for athletes to become legitimate university students now, but the prerequisite is fame. Once you become famous and win a few gold medals in major international competitions, prestigious universities will naturally recruit you, without having to take the national college entrance examination (Gaokao) like other students, because it's a "special admission." In this way, the school gains fame, and the star gains a diploma—a "win-win" situation. Sports stars can do this, and so can film and television stars. Initially, the public was outraged, believing it deprived other students of admission opportunities and violated principles of fairness and justice, but now it's commonplace.

My athletic performance used to be mediocre, and I never even considered competing for any rankings. Although I feel my physical fitness is much better now, there's no need to waste time and energy on it. Ultimately, the college entrance exam is all about grades, and employment is all about diplomas; no one cares how fast you run or how high you jump in school. My current goals are threefold: studying, making money, and spending time with my girlfriend. I'm not going to do something that might not even be appreciated despite my efforts.

However, after I encouraged them, the second-in-command seems to have already seen the admiring glances from the girls. Besides participating in the school sports meet, they're planning to form a "Clover Football Team" and a "Clover Basketball Team." They'll be "recruiting" players from the foundation. Since I refused to participate, they made me the "honorary captain," while Xiaoyi and Dingling will be the "logistics manager" and "cheerleader," respectively. I know exactly what they're up to: with me as the figurehead, Xiaoyi and Dingling will naturally watch their training; not only will there be beautiful girls to see, but we'll also cover their food and drinks. Damn, are you trying to bankrupt me? You tried this trick on me, but I won't let you off easily. During the Lunar New Year, I'll make you deliver New Year's goods to every poor family you can find, exhausting you bunch of bastards.

Next, all of us at the foundation focused on both learning and business development—both were equally important, a double harvest of spiritual and material civilization. Because our story was reported in the newspaper, the school, to show its support, specially allocated us a space in the library for activities.

Being famous is great! Since our story was published, several clients have proactively contacted us, asking us to decorate for Christmas. Business is good, of course, we're more than happy to do it, but since they all require the decorations to be completed within a week before Christmas, the timeframe is tight, and we're already short-handed. Therefore, I started mobilizing my classmates to recruit members at other schools, but the requirement was "better to have fewer but better people." We'd rather turn down some business than bring in people with poor character, lest we ruin our reputation.

After school, I went to the Eighth Middle School to recruit members. Eighth Middle School is the affiliated high school of my former junior high school, and most of my classmates are still studying there.

Postscript: Today is the half-year anniversary of my work. I originally planned to upload it this morning, but the Civil Affairs Bureau suddenly required us to attend some "welfare enterprise qualification network management software" training, which left me no time to even write. This little bit I've managed to finish after work today is just a quick post because my typing speed is too slow. I don't feel this chapter is very good; it doesn't have much content, but time is tight, so I won't revise it further. I'll try to write more in the future. I have to study every day now, so I don't have much time to write. My update time and word count may not be as high as before, so please understand.

Chapter 141: The Three-Compensation Policy.

Finally, it's Friday again! If I can just get through today, I can rest for two more days. I'm really looking forward to that.

As soon as I entered the classroom, I stuffed my bag into my desk and started to doze off. I didn't sleep well last night, so this is a good time to catch up on sleep. The second-in-command asked me, "Boss, what have you been busy with these past two days? You disappear as soon as school's over, making Secretary Lin come to me asking where you are, as if I'd hidden you away."

Lin Shiyi glanced at me and said irritably, "What else could he be doing? He's up to no good every night. How come he hasn't worked himself to death?"

This time, I didn't tell Xiaoyi and Dingling about being sent to the army by my sister. Otherwise, if they knew it was because my "chatting" with Yang Lin made my sister jealous, my life would definitely be even more difficult. Xiaoyi and Dingling still think I'm staying at Li Ruyun's house every night. Seeing how tired I am now, looking like I haven't slept enough, it's no surprise that Li Ruyun and I were "making love" all night long. Looking at Xiaoyi's sour face, if we weren't in the classroom and couldn't vent our anger, she would definitely strangle me.

I protested, "What are you saying? What do you mean by 'not doing good deeds'? Everyone knows I, Ye Zixin, am an outstanding young person of the new era, a model of helping others. If you say that again, I'll sue you for defamation!"

Lin Shiyi pretended to pinch me, angrily saying, "You, you still think you're right? If you're so upright, why don't you answer my phone? When I call home, you say you're not back yet. Tell me, what good could be going on if you're out so late? Have you fallen for another girl? Humph, if you dare do that, I'll make you pay!"

Damn, luckily I told Li Ruyun and the others to give me some face and say I wasn't home when the phone rang, to avoid being exposed. Otherwise, I really would have been caught today. Girls' intuition is really sharp; she actually guessed my affair with Yang Lin.

But I don't want to take the blame right now. I said, "Don't you know I've been out contacting people about the foundation these past two days? I went to No. 8 Middle School to see Da Tou on Tuesday, and to No. 6 Middle School to

see Guai Zhang the day before yesterday. Yesterday, Da Tou and Guai Zhang brought a whole bunch of brothers over to establish the No. 8 and No. 6 branches of the 'Clover Foundation.' As the chairman, of course I had to be there." Damn, these guys can all hold their liquor. They almost got me drunk yesterday, and I'm still a little dizzy.

Da Tou and Guai Zhang were my best friends in junior high. Both nicknames have a story behind them. Da Tou is because his head is bigger than others and he's full of tricks; Guai Zhang is because his hands are more dexterous than others. If something is broken, he can fix it after a few fiddlings. He also claims to be a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple and often shows off his skills, which is why he got the nickname. I almost got the nickname "Big Mouth" back then too, not because my mouth was bigger than others, but because... I especially loved spouting things that sounded like "twisted logic" to the teachers, often leaving them speechless. Luckily, "Crayon Shin-chan" came on TV, saving me from an unpleasant nickname.

The three of us used to be the troublemakers in class, known as the "Three Musketeers," or even "The Three Musketeers." Mom, that's a huge insult! Just because we all liked chasing girls, they call us that, without even using profanity! I don't know about the other two, but I've never masturbated. With my beautiful older sisters around, why would I need "five against one"? By the time we reached the third year of junior high, the three of us were separated. I went to Class 3, Da Tou surprisingly went to Class 2, and Guai Zhang ended up in Class 5.

In the high school entrance exam, Da Tou got into No. 8 Middle School, our designated school. Actually, Da Tou's score was several points higher than mine, but his family wasn't well-off and couldn't afford to buy a ticket to No. 5 Middle School. Although he also scored high enough for No. 1 Middle School, No. 8 Middle School promised him a scholarship and a full tuition waiver, so to ease his family's burden, he ultimately chose No. 8 Middle School. Because of his good exam results, he's now the class monitor. Guai Zhang's grades weren't as good as the two of us. After entering the third year of junior high, Da Tou and I made rapid progress, while Guai Zhang... But he didn't stay in one place and eventually went to No. 6 Middle School, which is our local vocational high school. However, he didn't feel there was anything shameful about it; with his skillful hands, he wasn't worried about finding a good job. In today's job market, college graduates are a dime a dozen, but skilled workers are hard to find; some companies are even offering annual salaries of 100,000 yuan to recruit senior technicians.

As the saying goes, "Birds of a feather flock together." The three of us are all from poor families and know how hard life is. When I went to see them this time, before I even explained my purpose, they were already clamoring to "join us" and scolding me for "forgetting my friends now that I have two school beauties around." They said I'd forgotten my poor buddies since I had two school beauties by my side.

Despite the rosy picture painted in the newspapers, a significant portion of the population is experiencing a decline in their living standards, with the emergence of an "urban poor" class in cities. While Da Tou and Guai Zhang's families haven't reached that level of hardship, they are still just ordinary families. Many of their classmates come from truly impoverished backgrounds, with both parents unemployed, divorced, or impoverished due to illness. Some families receive unemployment benefits, while others struggle to even obtain special hardship allowances. Several families are "urban farmers" whose land was requisitioned for urbanization, leaving them without social security benefits. Due to residency restrictions, their parents cannot find work, and their children's schooling becomes problematic. Without a source of income, they even have to sell their possessions to pay for their children's tuition. It's easy to imagine that these students, burdened by such circumstances, cannot concentrate on their studies. Even if they finish high school, they cannot afford university, as they simply cannot afford the ever-increasing tuition fees. Their lives are already shaped by the very beginning.

Big Head, Strange Palm, and I hit it off immediately. They would each develop members at No. 8 Middle School and No. 6 Middle School respectively, and together with our headquarters at No. 5 Middle School, we'd have a considerable force. They acted quite quickly; last night they brought some like-minded brothers over. When I asked, it turned out that Big Head had read my report in the newspaper and knew I wouldn't forget them, so they'd been preparing for it for a while. If I hadn't gone to them this time, the two of them would have come to find me anyway. We all gathered together, wishing our great cause a smooth journey. At the same time, Big Head and the others accused me of "forgetting brotherhood for the sake of beauty" and tried to get me drunk. In the end, all three of us passed out. I was just dizzy, but the two of them vomited a lot, and now it's questionable whether they can go to school. But I can't let my sister know about this. If she finds out how recklessly I've been "venturing out" these past few days, the consequences will be unimaginable.

After hearing my explanation, Lin Shiyi still wouldn't back down, saying, "Who knows if you're telling the truth? You three 'scoundrels' meeting can't be anything good, right? Did you talk a lot about chasing girls?"

I said, "You really know us well. They even bet on your measurements, and they're coming to check it out in a few days."

Xiaoyi spat at me, saying, "You're a pervert! Why are you using me as a bet?"

Then, half-believing, she asked me, "You guys really drank until midnight yesterday? Did you really not do anything bad after you got back?"

I said irritably, "If you don't believe me, come and check it out."

After being kicked out by my sister for a few days, my second brother had been "well-behaved" for a few days and started being shy and embarrassed to see people again. Damn it, if they really push me too far, I might actually get a circumcision. It's one thing to be constantly "deflowered," but it's not fun being used as a tool to determine if I'm "chaste."

Lin Shiyi glanced at the second-in-command and the others, her face flushed, and said, "Are you trying to kill me? Examine my ass!"

I said, "Miss, please speak more politely. Girls shouldn't talk about human organs like that."

Xiao Yi said, "What human organs? Ah, you little brat, are you looking for death?"

Her "asshole" actually sounded a bit like "penis head."

After laughing for a while, I started to rest on the table again, saying, "I drank too much yesterday, I need to rest for a bit, don't bother me unless it's important."

Lin Shiyi said, "Who knows if you drank too much or played too much?"

I complained, "I've been working like a triple loser, losing time, money, and even my body, it's worse than being a prostitute, do you think it's easy for me? Believe it or not, it's up to you. Even if I played too much, what can you do to me?"

When will this end? Always nagging and being jealous, I've been burning with desire these past few days, my "endocrine system is out of balance," so don't mess with me.

Lin Shiyi muttered a few times, saying, "I'm just concerned about you, why are you being so fierce?"

I said, "If you care about me, then don't bother me. Let me get some sleep first."

Lin Shiyi said, "Then after you've slept, do you want me to give you a massage?"

I said, "Forget it, if you massage me, you'll probably break my bones."

Xiaoyi whispered, "Hmph, you take my kindness for granted."

It seems Lin Shiyi is stubborn; she doesn't listen to reason, but when I'm firm, she's completely obedient.

I said, "Wake me up when class starts."

Lin Shiyi said irritably, "Who are you going to wake me up?"

I didn't say anything, and started preparing to "meditate" on my desk. Unexpectedly, before Lin Shiyi could even wake me, the bell rang, and my "early sleep" plan was ruined. It's all Lin Shiyi's fault. If she hadn't bothered me for so long, I might have already had two or three sweet dreams and chatted up two or three beautiful girls.

The first class was Chinese, which was incredibly boring. I slumped onto the desk, feeling sleepy again, but I stubbornly refused to fall asleep. Although Bai Jie was somewhat indifferent to me now—she lectured while I read my own book or did my homework, and she didn't bother me—it wouldn't be right to sleep through her class. But Chinese class was truly tedious. Although Bai Jie was quite attractive, I couldn't exactly stare at her; she didn't have a good impression of me. If she thought I was a "pervert" and complained to her balding husband, that wouldn't be fun.

Suddenly, I felt a vibration in my waist. I wondered who would call me now. Only my sister and a few girlfriends knew my cell phone number; I didn't even tell Da Tou and Guai Zhang, only letting them call Liu Ruolan's office, which made them scold me for not being a good friend. I'll get a new cell phone someday, specifically for business and calls from female friends, but for now, this number needs to be kept secret.

I took out my phone and saw that I recognized the caller ID. It was coming from my sister's office at the hospital. I wondered what she needed so urgently; otherwise, she wouldn't be calling during class. Holding the phone, I hesitated, unsure whether to answer. I

nervously fiddled with it, accidentally switching it from vibrate to ringtone. "Honey, it's on! Honey, it's on!" My heart skipped a beat, and I frantically hung up. My classmates were initially startled, but then burst into laughter at the sound of the call.

Bai Jie looked at me and said, "Ye Zixin, you seem quite busy with work. You even have to answer the phone during class. Has some big business come your way again?"

Knowing I was in the wrong, I didn't know how to respond, so I just said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

As soon as I finished speaking, my phone beeped again: "Husband calling..."

Bai Jie said, "Since you're so busy, please take the call outside. Don't disturb the other students in the classroom."

I knew Bai Jie was being sarcastic, but I didn't know what my sister wanted to talk to me about, and I was anxious, so I replied, "Okay, I'll take it outside. I'm sorry, Teacher Bai."

I didn't dare to look at her expression and left the classroom.

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