“I f*cking…
You f*cking…
He f*cking…”
Has trust between people really fallen this low?!
Tang Chen felt like he couldn’t breathe!
No wonder sometimes chatting in the group felt weird!
And why did people always want him to post a photo!
Turns out, there’s more than one spy in the group!
Suffocating.
Can’t even fu-breathe.
He clutched his chest, unable to accept the truth.
Leaning weakly against the wall, fragile.
Yin Chen glanced over, throwing him a sympathetic look.
Then, ruthlessly, he exposed him.
“Honestly, that girl… she’s still in the group.”
What?!
Tang Chen shot up in horror, grabbed his phone, and checked.
Sure enough!
He was furious!
Damn! This person has no shame!
He typed furiously.
【Don’t get any ideas! Whoever hasn’t left, leave immediately! I know who you are! Don’t think I’m bluffing. Should I publicly name and punish you to teach you some respect?!】
Silence fell over the group again.
Then an account suddenly started cursing and typing.
【Big bro’s so strong and huge: damn! Which a**hole exposed themselves? I barely got into this 0-group, you know? Been waiting ages to find my dream 0 and now this idiot exposes themselves? I was looking forward to the admin sharing booty secrets!】
【Practicing my glutes today too: you popped up, what the hell! Now it’s all exposed, damn! As if we all found our dream 0, f*ck. Alright, alright, admin, don’t be mad. I’ll say it straight—we’re all 1s, just about a dozen of us, here for partners. I guess you’re single too, so just let us lurk; maybe one day the right 0 pops up, and the problem solves itself.】
Screw that!
All those little 0s’ self-discipline completely wasted on them, and now they’re taking advantage and pretending to be innocent!
Who wants a partner! If I wanted one, I’d go home and have my mom set up a match!
Aren’t I stronger than you shameless 1s pretending to be 0s!
Tang Chen almost cried in anger, quickly kicking all those 1s out.
Not long after, a dozen accounts typed:
【Actually, I’m just here to gather info, I’m leaving…】
【I came to learn about skincare… I’m leaving too…】
【I… I’m just here to spam…】
Another wave gone.
Tang Chen was numb.
Yin Chen was laughing almost to numbness.
This is too brutal!
Girls in the group, fine—but why are there raging 1s in a little 0 group? Some just here to spam!
Hahaha.
Hahahahahaha!
He couldn’t hold it! Almost dying of laughter!
But!
Hold it in!
Otherwise he’d be recruiting new members again!
He hadn’t spotted the right candidates yet!
Yin Chen, hold it together!
You can do it!
He stifled his laughter, showing his team a little bossly affection.
“Also… not bad. Now the group should be all your people.”
Tang Chen stared blankly.
His expression twisted.
Then he cried out loud.
“All the active ones left! The remaining hundred are all lurkers!”
So who was he exchanging experiences with in this group?!
Even scarier, among those 1s, why are their glute-training skills better than his?!
Tang Chen, tearful:
“Finally understand… they say online, you can’t tell human from ghost.”
“True!”
Hold it!
Can’t!
Yin Chen turned around, shoulders shaking with laughter.
Hahahahahaha!
This is too funny!
Tang Chen and Zong Cheng really are family—what a pair of treasures!
The Laba Festival had passed without noticing, and the year-end approached.
As usual, the Yin Corporation held its annual gala.
Usually, it was pretty standard.
Executives gave speeches, drew year-end prizes… boring stuff.
This year, Ah Mao brought the plan to Yin Chen as usual.
He expected Yin Chen to sign quickly, but Yin Chen frowned throughout, looking at him speechless.
“If I’m not mistaken,” Yin Chen tapped the table, “this gala schedule has been identical for five years, right?”
What is the planning department even doing?
Copy-paste proposals, and they dare to show me this?
Finally letting his aura loose, Yin Chen glared.
“Go. Each person in that department writes a new proposal. If there’s any similarity with this one, the entire department is fired.”
Yin Corporation doesn’t employ slackers!
Ah Mao was stunned.
He quickly regained composure, picked up the file, and walked out.
“Yes, no problem, CEO Yin!”
Though…
They had waited so long for this!
At the planning department, Ah Mao tossed the file over.
The department head, just over thirty, had thick black hair that made countless peers envious.
Only he knew his pain.
“ε=(ο｀*))) Ah, you’re back! Did CEO Yin sign? I knew it! I shouldn’t have assumed such a young CEO would play along. Otherwise, how could my hair still be intact on my head!”
The head almost cried of frustration: “Ah Mao, I give wigs to friends for their birthdays every year. They’re thrilled! Me? I never get to use mine! In this industry, this is utter humiliation!”
Life without a bald spot is an incomplete planner’s life!
CEO Yin wronged me!
The rest of the department, tears streaming, nodded.
All of them too!
Hair growth products from family and friends expired! Expired!
Okay.
Better have the male assistant handle this department next time; he shares their language.
Ah Mao felt the subtle chill above his head and reflected.
A few more visits, and he might be bribed by this department.
Like—countless wigs, countless hair growth products.
“Look through the file first.”
Ah Mao reminded the head.
The head took it begrudgingly.
“What’s there to see! CEO Yin’s signature crushes my muse! Every look breaks my heart…”
His voice stopped.
Ah Mao gave a fake smile.
“That’s why I had you look first.”
The head’s face went pale!
Looking at the note on the file, he couldn’t breathe for a moment!
“Director!”
Team members rushed over.
“Hang in there!”
“Yes! It’s been five years. Even if this year is the same, so what? We’ll persevere!”
“Yeah, yeah!”
???
Ah Mao, eyes wide, confused by this “language.”
“Don’t… don’t…”
The head clutched the file, took a deep breath, blood rushing to his face.
“No—CEO Yin didn’t approve! He didn’t approve!”
“What?”
“Impossible!”
“Director, are you in your right mind?”
“Should we take you to the hospital?”
The team shivered, then wilted.
Showing concern.
The head suddenly stood, spreading the file.
“Ha ha ha! Look! Not only did CEO Yin not approve, he said each of us must submit a proposal! A blessing! A huge blessing! I see bald heads in our future!”
The team gathered.
Shh—!
It was true!
The head wasn’t kidding this time!
Everyone cried tears of joy.
“I’ve hoarded five years’ worth of proposals! Can I submit on behalf of the department? I can! I have plenty!”
One guy couldn’t wait.
“Heh, dream on! I have ten plus too!”
A spicy girl spat at him.
“No, I can! I have twenty!”
“Ten here!”
“Me too! I can pull an all-nighter!”
“You can? I can too, Director!”
Frontline, the forbidden zone.
Ah Mao stepped back.
Never coming to this department again!
He stepped on the doorframe, tossed one line, and fled.
“CEO Yin said, one submission per person!”
Scram, scram!
If he stayed, he’d be brainwashed into chanting “I love the company, the company is my home, bald head thanks to it!”
Finally, Yin Chen reviewed the proper submissions.
Other attempts? Sent back as they came.
The approved gala plan: the department head’s painstaking overnight work—super large-scale Battle Royale game.
During the gala, everyone buried in screens.
Departments participated up to their member limits. Yin Chen personally started and joined the game.
Teams winning a chicken dinner earned a year-end raffle ticket.
Anyone who personally “killed” Yin Chen got double the prize!
Yin Chen pondered long.
He suspected the department head might quit after this gala.
Or dreamed of hunting bears and leopards the night before—how else could he devise this plan?!
But…
A dangerous smile rose.
He loved the plan.
All those games with Zong Cheng? For this day.
Yin Chen signed the plan casually.
After signing, he calmly called Zong Cheng.
“Zong Cheng, want to attend Yin Corporation’s annual gala with me?”
?
“Sure, no problem.”
Zong Cheng agreed immediately, then expressionlessly dismissed his assistant.
Attending the gala with Yin Chen—what were their company parties compared to this?
Flown.