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

Yang Jiulang walked to the gate of the construction site and immediately sent a message to his master, Lin Bing, explaining in detail the proceedings of the day and raising his own questions.

Lin Bing quickly replied: "Xiao Yang, I'll be there for the civil engineering drawings review tomorrow. Let's talk then."

Lee Hyori was on duty that night.

afterwards.

Lee Hyori snuggled closer to Yang Gulang, wrapping her long arms around his waist, and looked up at him shyly, asking, "Honey, are you feeling any better?"

Yang Jiulang lowered his head and kissed her forehead: "It's okay, Hyori, there are just some things I don't understand."

"Hmm, honey, I don't understand either," Lee Hyori said, gesturing with her hands. "You're all from the same company. Isn't what they're doing harming each other?"

"Something's not right here. My master's coming tomorrow. Maybe he knows something." Yang Jiulang grabbed the furtive little hand.

The next day, Yang Jiulang was waiting at the construction site gate at nine o'clock.

Not long after, the black Buick minivan in the yard slowly drove up and stopped at his feet.

Yang Jiulang hurriedly went to greet him and opened the door.

"Damn, this car is so stupid, I get seasick nine times out of ten." A round man jumped off the car with his butt sticking out.

The man was thirty-two or thirty-three years old, slightly overweight, with a gentle face and rounded eyebrows and eyes. However, the white hair on his round, buzz-cut scalp was even more noticeable.

"Master~" Yang Jiulang felt a warmth in his heart as he looked at the living person he hadn't seen for two months and couldn't help but call out.

Lin Bing looked up at Yang Jiulang, then suddenly froze, his small eyes blinking several times: "Holy crap, Yang, how the hell are you so handsome now?"

Yang Jiulang scratched his head and chuckled, "Master, that's because I don't have to stay up all night drawing anymore, and I don't get scolded by you anymore. My young body is slowly getting better."

"Doo, doo, doo," Lin Bing looked Yang Jiulang up and down, front and back, his eyes full of satisfaction, and said repeatedly, "Okay, okay."

At that moment, another person got off the car—a woman.

The woman was in her late twenties, with an ordinary appearance and average figure, but she possessed an arrogant air about her, dressed in niche, light luxury clothing, with exquisite makeup, and every gesture exuded an inexplicable sense of superiority.

Yang Jiulang looked over and was slightly taken aback. Wasn't this Yang Ying? The great architect who refused to help me look at the kindergarten blueprints last time!

Yang Ying also looked up at Yang Jiulang and froze.

Is this still the same skinny, hunchbacked, pale-skinned, weak, and sparse-haired sycophant, Number 18?

How did you become so upright and straight now, with thick and flowing hair, a graceful and well-proportioned figure, clean and healthy skin, handsome and three-dimensional eyebrows and eyes, and a gentle and calm temperament?

The changes were so drastic, shocking, and jarring that they made people very uncomfortable.

"Oh dear, this simp number eighteen needs to be moved up, let's change it to number eight, no, number three, number two, number one." Yang Ying thought to herself, and smiled as she looked at Yang Jiulang.

However, Yang Jiulang's gaze only swept over her for a moment before he pulled Lin Bing away, saying, "Master, let's go have a smoke."

Yang Ying stood there blankly, staring at that tall, handsome figure, momentarily lost in thought: He...didn't he see me?!

The master and apprentice walked to a big tree and chatted while smoking.

At this moment, Lin Bing revealed a huge piece of inside information to Yang Jiulang.

"Xiao Yang, the institute's performance hasn't been good these past two years. The group has given instructions that a series of policies are about to be implemented. The most important one is that the institute will soon undergo a shareholding reform, with the director being promoted to chairman. And the vacant director position..."

Yang Jiulang's heart tightened: "Master, should we promote one of the two vice deans?"

Lin Bing exhaled a puff of smoke and nodded heavily.

Yang Jiulang was stunned.

The two vice deans, one of whom is Wang Cheng, the bastard who sent Yang Jiulang to the construction site.

The other one is his master, Lin Bing.

Wang Cheng and Lin Bing entered the hospital in the same year ten years ago; one is a water supply and drainage designer, and the other is a structural designer.

The two disliked each other and competed to climb from junior designer to professional head, and now to vice dean. One was in charge of mechanical and electrical design, and the other was in charge of civil engineering design. They rose and fell one after the other, but never came out on top.

Although the two were neck and neck, they took different paths.

My mentor, Lin Bing, has been deeply involved in design, and has reached where he is today step by step through solid projects, high-quality certificates, and solid technical skills.

Wang Cheng, on the other hand, took the path of political maneuvering, flattering his superiors and forming cliques among his subordinates, and thus climbed to the top.

Yang Jiulang looked at the slightly hunched, gray-haired man before him and asked in a deep voice, "Master, does that mean the two of you are finally going to clash?"

Lin Bing smiled bitterly: "Your master just wanted to focus on his technical skills, but he ended up like this. In the workplace, you're often powerless to change your situation!"

"Master," Yang Jiulang said fiercely, "I support you, I fully support you."

Lin Bing smiled and patted Yang Jiulang on the shoulder: "Jiulang, now you understand why those electromechanical engineers tried to steer the issue towards our structural engineering during yesterday's review!"

"Huh?!" Yang Jiulang slapped his forehead. The knot that had been bothering him all night was finally cleared up.

Just to be on the safe side, Yang Jiulang quickly pulled up "Know Your Enemy" to investigate and found that the mastermind behind Liu and Zhang yesterday was indeed that damned Wang Cheng.

"Master, they're not targeting me, nor are they targeting the structure; they're targeting you. You're the person in charge of the structure and also the deputy dean of civil engineering. You bear direct responsibility for the problems with the structural drawings. And the person behind all this is Wang Cheng," Yang Jiulang shouted.

Lin Bing nodded.

"Damn it!" Yang Jiulang couldn't help but curse, "This guy, for his own selfish desires, is sacrificing the project's quality and our institute's reputation. How despicable!"

Lin Bing smiled slightly: "Xiao Yang, I've worked with him for ten years. His despicable behavior is countless. I'm used to it."

Yang Jiulang gritted his teeth: "Then, Master, how should we deal with this?"

Lin Bing laughed and punched Yang Jiulang: "This isn't a war, why bother with any 'response'? We just need to do our jobs."

"But Master," Yang Jiulang protested, "are we just going to watch him use tricks?"

Lin Bing tossed away his cigarette butt, looked up at the sky, and said slowly, "Little Yang, I haven't lost all these years because I've always believed that justice resides in the hearts of the people. This time, I still won't fight; even if I lose, I have no regrets!"