He was exiled to Dongguan and shot by two young women with promiscuous sexual harassment.

Meow~

Yang Jiulang shouted excitedly.

"Holy crap, old man, what are you doing?" The shorter man instinctively covered his chest. "Are you fucking a pervert?!"

Yang Jiulang then realized that he had become a bit abnormal and out of control. He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, forcibly suppressing the smile that was about to spread to his ears, and tried his best to remain calm.

"Why are you... staying here?"

Lee Hyori, with a cigarette dangling from her lips, blew out a smoke ring, looking every bit the tough, powerful woman: "Don't even mention it. I was tricked by some idiot online guy called Brother Zhao. He said he could get me a job in the factory, but damn it, he was a scammer. I gave him the money, and then he just disappeared."

Hou Qinqin nodded repeatedly beside her, like a chick pecking at rice, looking innocent and pitiful.

Yang Jiulang understood.

A typical story of a factory worker being scammed.

Yeah.

The more this is the case, the easier it is to make an investment.

"You haven't eaten, have you?" he asked.

Hou Qinqin's eyes lit up: "Uncle, are you treating us to dinner?"

Yang Jiulang nodded, his mind racing with calculations.

Spend more, get more rebates, and you're guaranteed to make a profit.

Lee Hyori shook her head: "Thank you, we're not hungry."

Yang Jiulang understood that this was the last act of defiance from the strong-willed woman.

But their stomachs started rumbling at the most inopportune moment.

I haven't eaten all day, how can I not be hungry? I'm starving!

Yang Jiulang thought for a moment and said in a deep voice, "Three years ago, when I first arrived in S City, my wallet was stolen just like yours. A middle-aged woman treated me to three meals. She said at the time that she was helping me without asking for any money in return, and hoped that one day when I encountered someone in the same predicament, I could pass on this kindness."

Similarly, I invited you to dinner simply to spread love.

After hearing this, Hou Qinqin's eyes became misty, and she said in a clear voice, "Okay, we promise to go eat. We can't let the spirit of love end with us."

Lee Hyori glanced at her and nodded reluctantly.

However, this factory cluster has no upscale restaurants, only rows of street food stalls for late-night snacks.

Barbecue, fried noodles, spicy hot pot, and clay pot porridge—the billowing smoke and noisy chatter create a cheap, mundane atmosphere of everyday life.

The three of them found a sheltered stall, pulled over some small plastic stools, and sat around a small table.

The two women sat down and drank several cups of the free tea.

Sitting opposite each other, Yang Jiulang was able to make out their faces through their heavy makeup.

Lee Hyori has a angular face, willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, a straight nose, and a long, thin mouth. Her features are quite striking, and her skin is a healthy tan rather than fair.

Well, her figure is somewhat similar to that of the martial arts star Zhang Lanxin, but she is much more beautiful. As for her clothes, they are a bit outdated.

Hou Qinqin, on the other hand, had skin as white as if it had been soaked in milk, reflecting light even in the dark. With a round face, round eyes, and a round little mouth, she looked like a porcelain doll, her clear eyes revealing innocent naiveté.

The two women showed no signs of being well-bred ladies; they sat on small stools with their legs wide open.

Lee Hyori's shorts were alright; at most, you could see the top of her thighs.

Then Hou Qinqin...

Helpless, Yang Jiulang focused his gaze on the layer of dead mosquitoes stuck to the light bulb above his head.

"Order whatever you want to eat," he said.

result.

Lee Hyori only ordered one serving of fried rice noodles for each of them.

Yang Jiulang frowned: "Boss, one fried egg and one grilled chicken wing for each person!"

Hou Qinqin looked at Yang Jiulang in surprise: "My goodness, Uncle, isn't it a bit too extravagant to spread a goodwill like this!"

Yang Jiulang sighed inwardly. He recalled the seafood feast and Maozi Huazi that the construction company had treated him to when he first arrived at the construction site.

Then look at the people in front of me, they call it a luxury to add an extra egg to stir-fried noodles.

So far, yet so near.

He wanted a drink.

"Do you drink?" Yang Jiulang asked.

Hou Qinqin's eyes lit up: "As long as you don't want to take advantage of us while we're drunk, it's fine."

Yang Jiulang was startled. He glanced under the butterfly skirt, then looked away and shouted, "Three bottles of old Tsingtao beer, one iced."

Lee Hyori snorted: "They have to be iced."

Yang Jiulang shrugged and asked, "What else would you like to eat? Order whatever you like."

Lee Hyori waved her hand, exuding a gangster-like air: "No way, you've already given us cigarettes and treated us to a big meal. We owe you too much. That's not how you behave in the underworld."

Hou Qinqin nodded with her big, bright eyes: "I can't take advantage of Uncle."

Yang Jiulang was both amused and exasperated.

While waiting for their food, the three introduced themselves to each other.

"Damn, you're awesome, man! A college student, a designer, you must earn tens of thousands!"

Yang Jiulang was a little smug: "Annual salary is less than 500,000."

"Holy crap!" Hou Qinqin's eyes suddenly widened. "Uncle, I want to marry you, right now!"

Yang Jiulang had no choice but to change the subject: "Stop calling me 'uncle,' how old are you?"

Hou Qinqin quickly answered, "He's almost 20, uncle."

"Two? Look," Yang Jiulang shrugged, "He's no more than a twelve years older than you, so he's called Uncle Chicken Feather."

"Uncle Chicken Feather, how old are you?" Hou Qinqin asked.

Lee Hyori chuckled, revealing her very white teeth.

Yang Jiulang dug his toes into the ground: "I'm twenty-six."

Hou Qinqin smiled shyly: "You're not very old, but you look older than you are."

Yang Jiulang lowered his head.

I spend most of the year drawing late into the night, and now my back is bent and my hair is thinning. How can I not look old?

Seeing Yang Jiulang looking down sadly, Hou Qinqin quickly comforted him, "Uncle, don't be sad. Being old is fine. Let me tell you, we'd like you even more if you were an old man."

Yang Jiulang was unaware that their tribe had a saying about "beng laotou" (a term referring to the practice of punishing old men), so he just laughed it off.

Yang Jiulang was eager to verify the system, and seeing that the two were not ordering anything else, he paid the bill first.

Two servings of fried rice noodles cost 18 yuan, plus an egg, it's 20 yuan; two roasted chicken wings cost 12 yuan; and two bottles of beer cost 8 yuan.

The two women spent exactly forty yuan.

Yang Jiulang scanned the QR code to pay.

【Ding】

That playful female voice rang out.

[Host has invested 40 yuan! Triggering a 10x return!]

[Congratulations, host, you have received a rebate of 400 yuan!]

Lee Hyori's favorability +10, current: 20

Hou Qinqin's favorability +10, current: 10

A bank notification then sounded:

[Bank XX: A deposit of 400.00 yuan has been received into your bank card ending in 8866. Current balance: 88620.00 yuan.]

Yang Jiulang was overjoyed, pursed his lips, and stuffed his phone into his pocket.

He looked up and saw two women staring at him.

"Uncle, is it your girlfriend's information? You seem so happy." Hou Qinqin asked.

Yang Jiulang shook his head, thinking to himself, "No girlfriend is as comfortable as making money."

The dishes were served quickly. The steaming hot stir-fried noodles were piled high, and the roasted chicken legs were glistening with oil and golden brown.

Yang Jiulang took two disposable chopsticks, split them in half, and handed them to the two lucky cats: "Eat them while they're hot."

The two women paused slightly before taking the chopsticks.

Watching them devour their food, Yang Jiulang's mouth watered. He opened a beer and took a satisfying sip.

They were eating.

Two energetic young men at the next table noticed this.

They exchanged a glance, then stood up and walked to Yang Jiulang's side.

Red Hair slapped Yang Jiulang hard on the shoulder: "Drinking!"

Yang Jiulang was immersed in his fantasy of a wonderful life when he was startled.

Turning around, I saw two young men standing beside me.

They were short, with patchy, stained hair, acne-covered faces, gleaming chains around their necks, oversized logo hoodies, black skinny jeans with holes at the knees, and flip-flops...

energetic young man!

Yang Jiulang knew these people were brainless and didn't know their own strength, so he didn't need to provoke them, given his status. He simply nodded.

The energetic young man got excited when he saw that the other person was a coward.

"Hey bro, this cigarette's pretty good!"

The one with predominantly blue hair picked up a pack of Furongwang cigarettes from the table, took one out, and put it in his mouth.

He held the pack of cigarettes in his hand, hesitant but unwilling to return it.

"Hey guys, take it if you like." Yang Jiulang tossed the cigarette over, speaking in a gangster-like tone, but his hand unconsciously adjusted his glasses.

"Thanks then." Out of gratitude, Green Hair stuffed the cigarette into his pocket and gave a friendly reminder: "Brother, watch your wallet, don't get shot without even knowing it!"

Seeing that Qingmao had gotten such a big advantage, Lanmao was not to be outdone. His eyes swept back and forth between Li Xiaoli and Hou Qinqin, his face full of ill intent.

"Hey, these two girls are new faces, but they're pretty hot."

Yang Jiulang frowned.

He has a mild temperament and doesn't like to cause trouble, especially on construction sites in unfamiliar places. He prefers to avoid trouble.

Forcing himself to remain calm, he said, "Don't rush, you guys eat quickly."

Blue Hair was embarrassed, so his words became harsh.

"You're lucky, you snagged a pretty boy. But this guy looks no good, all effeminate."

"Hey beautiful, want to come over and have a drink with me? I'll treat you to oden, it's much better than hanging out with this loser."

Hou Qinqin looked at Li Xiaoli, and Li Xiaoli looked at Yang Jiulang.

Yang Jiulang hadn't forgotten that he was a man, so he braced himself and stood up, facing the two strange-looking guys, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Just then, a familiar movie line popped into his head, and Yang Jiulang blurted out: "I hate you bunch of mentally challenged..."

"Boom!"

Yang Jiulang took a heavy punch to the stomach.

Yang Jiulang was in so much pain that he was bent over and clutching his stomach.

Gritting his teeth, he thought, "Damn it, let's fight!" He was about to pounce on her.

At that moment, a red shadow flashed beside him, and a long, wheat-colored leg kicked out diagonally upwards.

So fast it almost left a blur.

"Bang!"

He kicked the blue-haired man hard in the chest.

The young man didn't even utter a sound before flying backward and crashing to the ground.

The other young man was so frightened that he didn't even have time to move.

Lee Hyori kicked out again, sweeping and thrusting, and the green-haired guy whistled as he slammed into the blue-haired guy.