"Grandpa, did you hear that? The supervisor said she'd give me a raise in the future!" Fang Zhiyi was a little excited.
"In the future? How far in the future?"
"Uh, maybe after I've made some progress?"
"Heh, you really swallow whatever empty promises they feed you."
"What promises?" Fang Zhiyi looked innocent.
"Oh right, Xiao Fang, process these documents for me. The boss is coming tomorrow, so you need to work overtime and finish them today, understand?" Zhao Qian casually dropped a stack of documents.
Fang Zhiyi nodded in agreement.
After this period of time, Zhao Qian was very satisfied with Fang Zhiyi. This kid was honest and willing to work hard, which solved a lot of problems for her. Thinking about her appointment to get her hair done with friends today, Zhao Qian left humming a little tune.
Fang Zhiyi reached out to take the documents, but his hand froze mid-air.
"Grandpa?"
"Pack your things and get off work."
"But Supervisor Zhao's documents..."
"Documents my ass! Did she share her salary with you?"
"No..."
"Exactly. You do as much work as you get paid for, don't you understand that?"
"But you didn't say anything before..."
"Am I your Grandpa or are you my Grandpa??"
"...Alright." Fang Zhiyi stood up somewhat gloomily and began to pack his things. A colleague nearby saw this and was a bit surprised: "Bro, you're not working anymore today?"
Fang Zhiyi smiled embarrassedly: "I am, I'm taking it home to do."
"You truly have the ultimate physique of a corporate slave." The colleague shook his head and walked away.
The next day, the boss arrived at the company early. Because Zhao Qian had been out playing too late, she ran into the company right on the dot of clocking in. Seeing the boss's expression, she panicked a little. Fortunately, the boss didn't say anything and just asked her to bring the documents to the office. Zhao Qian turned around and grabbed the documents from Fang Zhiyi's desk, not even opening them to take a single look.
Fang Zhiyi wanted to say something, but his own hand clamped over his mouth.
A while later, a roar came from the boss's office, and Zhao Qian's vague excuses could be heard.
Fang Zhiyi was a little stunned, and the other colleagues all pricked up their ears, looking in that direction with confusion.
"Even Han Xin had to endure the humiliation of crawling between someone's legs, but you can't be humiliated forever, right?" Grandpa's voice rang out, and Fang Zhiyi only felt nervous in his heart.
The boss pushed open the door and strode out, pointing at the employees: "Do you know how many people in this company need to eat? Is this how you work? You knew perfectly well I needed the documents today, and you actually didn't do a single thing? Can you take responsibility for delaying our progress?"
Fang Zhiyi met Zhao Qian's resentful glare. He unnaturally wanted to look away, but his body was already out of his control, so he just stared right back at her.
"Now tell me what we should do! I need to use it in a moment! How are you going to take responsibility! And you call yourself a supervisor!" The boss's anger had not subsided.
Zhao Qian felt stifled but couldn't say anything. She couldn't possibly say that she had passed all her work onto the new intern. At this moment, she could only figure out how to get through the current crisis and then settle the score with Fang Zhiyi later.
"The fourth book on your desk, third edition." Grandpa's voice sounded.
Fang Zhiyi subconsciously began to search through his things, and his movements attracted the raging boss.
"What are you looking for?"
Fang Zhiyi watched the boss stride up to him, so nervous that fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. The furious boss snatched the few sheets of paper he was holding. After just a few glances, his brows furrowed, and he looked up at Fang Zhiyi: "You did this?"
Fang Zhiyi nodded. Truth be told, this wasn't his actual work, but something Grandpa had made him do for practice a few days ago. He was obedient; he did whatever Grandpa told him to do.
"Hmm... what's your name?"
"I, I'm Fang Zhiyi."
The boss swept his gaze over Fang Zhiyi's desk, looked at the pile of documents, and patted his shoulder in satisfaction: "Alright, I'll remember you. Keep up the good work!" He took the document and turned to leave, glaring fiercely at Zhao Qian as he passed by her.
Zhao Qian glared at Fang Zhiyi viciously: "Fine, you were playing the pig to eat the tiger, huh? Playing this game with me, just you wait!" She stomped back to her office in her high heels.
Fang Zhiyi was so nervous he didn't know what to do: "Grandpa, what should I do?"
"What should you do?" The voice in his mind was exceptionally relaxed. "Resign."
"Huh?"
"Huh?"
Not only Fang Zhiyi, but Little Hei was also stunned. It originally thought he wanted to help his "grandson" climb the corporate ladder.
"Resign..." Fang Zhiyi hesitated. He had finally learned all these things, was he going to just let it go?
"Resign or streak naked, pick one."
"I'll resign!"
Fang Zhiyi went through the resignation process himself, but following Grandpa's request, he went to the boss and haltingly submitted his resignation. Faced with the boss's attempts to keep him, he really wanted to agree, but Grandpa's threat of streaking was still ringing in his ears, so he could only apologize with a bitter face.
"It's all because I didn't handle Supervisor Zhao's documents well that things turned out this way. I'm too embarrassed to stay in the company anymore..." Given his personality, there was no acting involved in these words; they were full of genuine apology. Seeing Fang Zhiyi's guilt-ridden and flushed face, the boss's expression grew uglier and uglier.
Just as he was waiting for the elevator, a roar came from the company side again.
"Zhao Qian! I think you've reached the end of your career here! Great, I make you a supervisor, and you start engaging in workplace bullying? I just praised a new employee this morning, and by the afternoon you've forced him out? Do you own this company?"
Fang Zhiyi looked over in surprise: "Grandpa... this is..."
"Killing a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred of your own. Just learn from it." The voice in his head was very smug.
"This isn't exactly a good thing..."
While waiting for the bus, he saw Zhao Qian walking out of the company gates holding her things with a bitter face, looking completely bewildered.
"Stop looking, she deserves it." Grandpa's voice sounded. "Don't assume everyone is a good person. In the eyes of this company's boss, you're nothing but a hardworking corporate slave. Did you really think you could strike it rich here? See that? A supervisor gets fired just like that. You gained experience, and conveniently took down a supervisor for your colleagues. It was worth it."
Fang Zhiyi didn't understand, but he nodded.
"Wow, you're really not going to come see me?" The unemployed Fang Zhiyi received a call from Wang Hao. He finally remembered this friend of his and hurriedly explained: "No, I've been busy looking for a job, and I just forgot because I was so busy."
Wang Hao on the other end of the phone laughed, and after a moment said: "Come out to eat, I'll introduce you to a friend."
"But..."
The voice on the other end grew impatient: "Are you coming or not? I took a beating for you, and now you don't even acknowledge me as a friend?"
"I'm coming!" Fang Zhiyi could never bear to hear such words.
Before leaving the house, he specifically counted the money on him. It had become a habit; whenever Wang Hao asked him out to eat, Wang Hao never paid.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
