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

Yang Jiulang composed himself; it was time to get to work.

He plans to carefully review the structural diagrams he and his master drew.

But before that, he had to do something, something he had never dared to do before.

Yang Jiulang turned on his computer, logged onto WeChat, and after thinking for a while, posted a message in the design institute's project group:

[Dear Leaders and Colleagues: Today, the client was furious due to issues with the quality of our drawings; details will not be elaborated here. Considering the large-scale construction that will soon commence on site, I suggest everyone take the time to thoroughly review the drawings to minimize any major errors or omissions. The quality of our drawings is the foundation of our institute and a responsibility of every designer; I hope all leaders and colleagues will take this seriously.]

After sending it, he took a deep breath.

This passage is both tactful and firm, firm yet tinged with grievance, and grievance yet imbued with a sense of responsibility—it's perfect!

After waiting for a while, thankfully, the thing he least wanted to happen didn't happen—that his hopes were dashed.

Wang Cheng, the project's chief engineer and also the company's vice president, responded.

Wang Cheng was the leader who frequently bullied Yang Jiulang and sent him to the construction site.

By a twist of fate, he obtained the system, and he should thank Wang Cheng and his ancestors for eight generations.

I quickly glanced at his reply.

"Fuck your ancestors for eight generations!" Yang Jiulang cursed angrily.

[Xiao Yang, you're being sent to the construction site to solve problems, not to complain.]

Yang Jiulang stared at the line of text for three seconds, and a surge of anger suddenly rose within him.

What does it mean to complain? Which of his sentences was a complaint? He's a damn fool.

Yang Jiulang typed quickly, but for a moment he didn't know what to send, so he wrote and deleted, deleted and wrote again.

The fire gradually died down.

At this moment, a message popped up in the group chat from Lin Bing, Yang Jiulang's mentor and the head of the structural engineering department:

[Xiao Yang's job on the construction site is indeed tough; problems with the blueprints are a given. He can handle structural issues on-site, but he can't solve problems with the building's plumbing and electrical systems. We suggest all disciplines pay more attention to this, as the quality of the blueprints directly impacts our institute's reputation.]

Yang Jiulang felt a surge of warmth in his heart and a lump in his throat.

He knew that his mentor's support for him was at the risk of offending his superiors in the workplace.

The group chat fell silent.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes.

Yang Jiulang's heart clenched. He had a premonition that a storm was about to break out in the group chat, and he stared intently at the chat box.

Ding! A message from Dean Li Changming appeared.

The quality of the drawings is our foundation; all departments are requested to review and proofread the drawings again.

Wang Cheng replied instantly: [Received, will arrange immediately.]

Yang Jiulang stared at the screen, suddenly wanting to laugh, feeling happy yet heartbroken.

This is the workplace: a junior employee's words are like farts, while a leader's words are like imperial edicts.

Yang Jiulang didn't say anything more, but sent Lin Bing a private message: 【Thank you, Master.】

Lin Bing replied: 【Xiao Yang, you've grown up, and I'm very happy.】

Looking at those words, Yang Jiulang suddenly felt as if he had truly grown up.

At least, they dared to speak up.

Yang Jiulang spent the rest of the morning carefully reviewing the structural drawings.

I took a nap after lunch, and when I woke up in the afternoon, I felt dizzy and had a headache.

He planned to make himself a cup of coffee.

He opened the drawer, glanced inside at the few packets of cheap instant coffee, and slammed it shut.

Damn it, do you think I'm short of money for a good cup of coffee?

So I opened my phone and clicked OK.

Then an idea popped into my head: I'd spent the whole morning looking at blueprints and forgotten about the important matter.

That task cost a thousand, but only two hundred. Why not give her a try?

Yang Jiulang glanced at Even's office.

Behind the dimly lit glass, a Taiwanese female PhD student with short hair, red lips, and a cold face was bending over to collect water.

Yang Jiulang ordered two coffees, the most expensive being a hand-drip iced Americano, which cost ninety yuan.

Even was looking at her computer when the food delivery arrived.

Yang Jiulang, holding his coffee, looked around to make sure no one was watching, mustered his courage, walked over, and knocked on the door.

Even looked up from behind the monitor, his clear eyes filled with confusion as he stared at the slender, fair-skinned young man at the door and the coffee in his hand.

"Boss," Yang Jiulang took a step closer, "Um, we just ordered an extra coffee. Do you... do you want some?"

Even looked up at him, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

"Engineer Yang, I wasn't speaking up for your design team this morning, so you don't need to thank me," she said coldly.

Yang Jiulang nodded: "I understand. The leader is judging the matter, not the person. I am the same. I talked back to you this morning, but my intention was to do the best for the project. I hope the leader won't take it to heart."

Even's cold eyes finally showed a hint of warmth.

She glanced at the coffee in Yang Jiulang's hand and asked, "How did you know I like iced Americano?"

Yang Jiulang was unaware of this, and after a moment's thought, he said, "I don't know."

Even's lips curled up almost imperceptibly: "Put it down!"

Yang Jiulang quickly placed the coffee on her left, breathed a sigh of relief, and uttered a "thank you."

Too late to regret it, I was stunned.

Even glanced up at him and said, "Thank you!"

Yang Jiulang hurriedly fled.

Just as I shrank back into my seat, the sweet, high-pitched system voice sounded.

【Ding! 】

[Host has invested 45 yuan! Triggering a 10x return!]

[Congratulations, host, you have received a rebate of 450 yuan!]

Mobile SMS notifications are synchronized.

[Bank XX: A deposit of 450.00 yuan has been received into your bank card ending in 8866. Current balance: 91070.00 yuan.]

Yang Jiulang chuckled and waited in place for a while, but did not receive any more system notifications.

Wait a minute? Where's the affection level? Why isn't it increasing?

Suddenly I understand, who is Even? A female PhD graduate from overseas, a senior executive at a major company, would she give you extra points just because of a cup of coffee?

She's not the kind of young woman you can just take away with a cup of milk tea.

Thinking of the young woman reminded me of the two women in the room.

I don't know what they're doing, or whether they've run away.

I waited until 5:30, then quickly left work and slipped away.

When he got down to the plaza, he sent a message in the three-person group chat.

Where are you?

Hou Qinqin replied instantly: 【At home, hehe~】

Home!

They treated the rented room, which was only a temporary shelter from the wind and rain, as their home.

Yang Jiulang shook his head and said, "I'm off work, I'm coming down for dinner."

Uncle, please come up first.

What the hell? How am I supposed to make money if I don't treat you guys to a meal?

Yang Jiulang remembered that Hou Qinqin wanted snacks last night, so he went into the small shop next door.

A few minutes later, she came out carrying a big bag full of snacks and two cups of milk tea.

The total cost was 165 yuan.

The boss said to round down to zero.

Yang Jiulang did not allow it.

Damn, when did money become so hard to spend?

Yang Jiulang was stunned for a moment when he pushed open the door.

He quickly stepped outside to glance at the house number.

Hou Qinqin's giggles rang out: "Uncle, are you too scared to come in?"

Yang Jiulang then went inside.

The house has changed; it's become tidy and clean.

He'd been living here for over ten days and hadn't tidied up at all. Clothes were strewn everywhere, socks were scattered all over the place, the small table was piled high with takeout containers and ashtrays, and there were puddles of his old blueprints on the floor.

Now, the small table is spotless, the takeout boxes are gone, and the ashtray is so clean you can see your reflection.

The floor was mopped, the windows were wiped, and even the tattered blueprints were neatly folded and stacked.

"What did you do to my house?" Yang Jiulang grinned and shouted.

"Hehehe, how is it? Feeling much better now?"

Yang Jiulang handed the snacks to Hou Qinqin: "Here, this is a reward for the two of you."

Hou Qinqin took it and exclaimed happily, "Uncle, I love you to death!"

After saying that, she grabbed the snacks and headed to the kitchen.

【Ding! 】

[Host has invested 165 yuan! Triggering a 10x return!]

[Congratulations, host, you have received a rebate of 1650 yuan!]

Lee Hyori's favorability +5, current: 40

Hou Qinqin's favorability +10, current: 40

Mobile SMS notifications are synchronized.

[Bank XX: A deposit of 2000.00 yuan has been received into your bank card ending in 8866. Current balance: 92720.00 yuan.]

Yang Jiulang nodded in satisfaction, then turned to look at the balcony, his face suddenly burning.