Going back to being twenty, taking her heartbroken son to a massage parlor.

I never expected this.

I, Yu Leyou, still became the company's acting boss.

I just feel like I don't know what went wrong.

The office area was filled with the sound of keyboards being typed.

Yu Leyou sat at his workstation, staring at the computer screen with a pained expression, his two short, stubby fingers laboriously tapping on the keyboard, preparing the PowerPoint presentation for the afternoon meeting.

He sighed.

He looked up and saw Xiaomei sitting next to him, staring at him.

Xiao Mei rested her chin on her hands and propped her elbows on the partition.

She just stared straight at him.

The two looked at each other.

Xiao Mei blinked and waved at him.

"Hi, Mr. Yu."

"Keep up the good work, the company is counting on you!"

That tone was exactly like a kindergarten teacher coaxing a child to eat.

Logically speaking, any man would feel pretty good having a beautiful young woman watching him go to work.

But Yu Leyou was not happy at all.

He couldn't even manage a forced smile.

Because of the next second.

A head popped out from next to the computer monitor.

Su Mu moved a chair over at some point and sat down next to Yu Leyou, less than half a meter away.

The two stared at each other, wide-eyed.

Su Mu raised an eyebrow, his face full of displeasure.

"What happened?"

"Old Yu, you're not focused at work at all."

"What are you looking around for?"

"Pleasing female employees during work hours will result in a 200 yuan fine!"

Yu Leyou's chubby face trembled twice.

I want to cry without tears.

"Director Su, major shareholder Su, what are you doing...?"

"You're practically glued to my face while I work, I'm on edge, it's making it hard for me to work."

What kind of boss would sit next to their employees on a stool and watch them work?

The sense of oppression is too strong.

Su Mu picked up the purple clay teapot in his hand and slowly blew on the steam.

"Oh, wait a minute."

"Weren't you usually quite good at keeping an eye on me while I worked?"

"Why can't you stand being watched when it's your turn?"

"Let me tell you, if your boss is watching you closely, it means he values ​​you!"

"This means you have potential and are worth nurturing."

"You know how lucky you are?"

"Work hard, treat the company like your home. As long as you work hard, a promotion and a raise are just around the corner!"

A decisive goal.

That was like a boomerang hitting you right between the eyebrows.

As Yu Leyou listened to these words, tears welled up in her eyes.

These are all the words he used to make empty promises to Su Mu!

Now it's been thrown right back at them.

pain.

It hurts too much.

Su Mu took a sip of tea with relish.

This feeling of being in a position of power is just so incredibly satisfying.

I used to be exploited like a beast of burden, suffering this fat man's wrath every day.

Now the emancipated serfs sing songs of liberation.

Watching others work is a fun activity.

This is much more fun than going to work.

Yu Leyou took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the frustration in his heart.

"Director Su, it's really not that I'm not trying hard enough."

"I'm not in a bad mood if you keep staring at me like this."

"Could you go out for a walk first?"

"Otherwise, it wouldn't be able to create this PowerPoint presentation."

Su Mu put down the teapot, his expression turning stern.

"Hey, what did you say?"

"You think your boss is boring?"

"Old Yu, I really didn't realize you had such thoughts. Workplace sexual harassment, is that it?"

"Seriously morally corrupt and ideologically depraved, another fine of two hundred!"

Yu Leyou was so angry that his face turned red and the veins on his neck bulged.

Are you deaf?!

I'm talking about emotions! Emotions! Not sentimentality!

He opened his mouth, wanting to explain.

But seeing Su Mu's "If you dare to talk back, I'll continue to punish you" attitude, he swallowed his words back.

People have to bow their heads under the roof.

Who made Su Mu the largest shareholder of the company, holding the power of life and death?

Yu Leyou clasped his hands together and bowed repeatedly.

"Alright, alright."

"You're the boss, so what you say goes, okay?"

"I'll write properly now and promise not to look around."

Upon hearing this, Su Mu became even more displeased.

His fingers tapped loudly on the table.

"Old Yu, why do you sound so reluctant?"

"Your work attitude isn't very good."

"You need to understand what an excellent work platform this company has provided for you!"

"Can you find such a stable job outside?"

You must learn to be grateful!

"Your perfunctory work attitude deserves another two hundred yuan fine!"

Yu Leyou could no longer tolerate it.

Even a clay figure has a temper! A rabbit will bite when cornered!

He stood up abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor with a screeching sound.

Two hundred plus two hundred plus two hundred.

I haven't even started working yet, and six hundred yuan is already gone!

He stared intently at Su Mu, his eyes wide.

"You, you, you..."

His finger trembled as he pointed at Su Mu's nose, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Su Mu leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs.

A defiant look in his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"You don't want this job anymore?"

"You want to quit your job?"

"Let me tell you, the current economic climate is not good."

"If you don't want to be this agent boss, there are plenty of people who do."

Don't you know how difficult it is to find a job outside?

"A monthly salary of 5,000 yuan can attract top university graduates, even those with double degrees."

"Believe it or not, if you don't want to work here, I'll go to the job market downstairs in a bit."

"There are many young and beautiful female bosses lining up to apply for jobs."

"If you want to leave, then leave now. I won't stop you."

These words were piercing to the heart.

Yu Leyou's proud head slowly lowered.

The once straight back has bent back into a shrimp-like shape.

It withered.

It's completely withered.

Su Mu was telling the absolute truth.

He was a greasy, middle-aged man in his forties, pot-bellied, who knew nothing but empty promises.

If I really quit, I won't even be able to get a job as a security guard.

Mortgage and car loan payments could drive him to his death.

Yu Leyou forced a smile.

He rubbed his hands together.

"Director Su, you've misunderstood."

"I stood up not to resign."

"I just wanted to stretch my muscles after sitting for so long, and also to go to the toilet."

"Everyone has to go to the bathroom sometimes."

Su Mu waved his hand, as if shooing away flies.

"Go ahead, go ahead."

"Go quickly and come back soon, don't delay your work."

Yu Leyou felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and turned around and ran away.

Those two short legs moved incredibly fast, as if afraid that Su Mu would change his mind and deduct another two hundred from his pay.

Su Mu watched his retreating figure and burst out laughing.

After ten years of pent-up resentment, I've finally managed to vent a small portion of it.

comfortable.

This feels so comfortable.

No wonder villains always like to keep the protagonist alive to torment them, rather than giving them a quick and painless end.

So it turns out there's another wave of fun to be had.

He picked up the purple clay teapot and took a big gulp.

I accidentally swallowed a mouthful of tea leaves.

I was just about to find a trash can to throw up.

A small, fair, and delicate hand reached out from the side, palm up, and stopped steadily near his mouth.

Xiao Mei had a fawning smile on her face and spoke in a sweet, coquettish voice.

"Director Su, spit it on my hand."

"I don't mind."

Su Mu glanced at her.

This woman is really sensible.

……

the other side.

Yu Leyou ran into the men's restroom.

As soon as I pushed open the door, a familiar smell of feces hit me.

This smell usually just makes me feel nauseous.

But today, Yu Leyou felt an unusual sense of warmth.

It even gives you the illusion of physical and mental relaxation.

He finally understood.

Why did those employees in my previous company always like to run to the toilet during work hours?

They squat for at least half an hour at a time.

It turns out that these cramped toilet cubicles can really heal the wounded souls of working people.

This is the last refuge for migrant workers, a resting place for their souls.

Yu Leyou shed tears of regret.

He was wrong.

I was too strict when I was a boss.

Even employees have to be timed when they go to the restroom. If they're more than five minutes late, they get fined.

That's something no human being would do.

He walked to the innermost cubicle, pushed open the door, turned around, locked the door, and took off his pants.

All in one go.

I plopped down on the cool toilet seat.

"call."

Yu Leyou let out a long breath, completely relaxing.

This feels so good, so comfortable. This is what life should be like.

He skillfully pulled his phone out of his pocket and turned on the screen.

I plan to watch two episodes of Guoguo's short drama to relax my tense nerves.

Big data understands him very well; the homepage just happened to recommend a short drama called "Back to Twenty".

The plot is melodramatic and addictive.

Yu Leyou watched with great interest and was highly immersed in the story, making clucking sounds like a goose as he watched.

Just as things were getting exciting, the male protagonist was about to slap the villain in the face.

dong dong dong.

The toilet stall door was knocked on without warning.

The knocking echoed in the empty toilet.

It was particularly abrupt.

Yu Leyou's heart skipped a beat, his hand trembled, and his phone almost fell into the toilet.

Who is it?

He shouted at the top of his lungs.

There was no response from outside the door; it was quiet.

dong dong dong.

The toilet door was still being knocked on, at a steady, unhurried pace.

Each tap sent shivers down Yu Leyou's spine.

Cold sweat broke out on Yu Leyou's forehead.

He held his breath, slowly bent down, and peered out through the gap under the door.

The area outside the door was deserted.

It has no feet.

Oh, it was a ghost.

It was a false alarm.

Then I'm not afraid anymore.

Yu Leyou wiped away his cold sweat. He wasn't afraid of anything else, except Su Mu.

He turned his gaze back to his phone screen.

The male lead in the short drama is preparing to take on his tenth female lead.

Right at this moment.

A hand was placed on his shoulder and patted him.

"Hey bro, is this show good?"

A soft, low voice sounded in his ear.

Yu Leyou didn't even turn his head, but subconsciously replied with a sentence.

"It's great! This harem plot is so satisfying..."

Halfway through his sentence, Yu Leyou realized something was wrong.

This is supposed to be a single cubicle, with a wall behind you. Where did they get the manpower?

His neck stiffened as he turned, and he strained to lift his head and look up.

Above the partition of the next cubicle.

Su Mu was lying on top, sticking most of his head out, his hands gripping the edge of the partition, looking down at him.

A warm, spring-like smile graced his face.

Holy crap!

Yu Leyou was so frightened that his soul almost left his body, and his legs went weak.

I almost slipped off the toilet, and my heart nearly jumped out of my throat.

Su Mu looked at him with a smile and tapped the partition with his finger.

"Old Yu, time is running out."

"Going to the toilet for more than three minutes will result in a deduction of 200 yuan."

"This is a rule you set yourself: paid time to poop will be severely punished."

"When you get back to your workstation, remember to write a 3,000-word self-criticism."

"Read it aloud during the meeting, and make it more expressive."

Yu Leyou slumped on the toilet, staring at the ceiling with utter despair.

The defenses have been completely breached.

"ah--!"

Why does this world harbor so much malice towards working people?

The mournful cries of grief and indignation pierced through the bathroom.

I lingered in the corridor of Muqing Games Company for a long time.

Those who hear it are heartbroken, and those who listen to it shed tears.