Chapter 32: You Oppose?
A pair of chubby-and-skinny celestial children almost made Miss Yuan so angry she nearly vomited blood.
In her imagination, her "Clear Breeze and Bright Moon" duo was definitely supposed to be sothing full of spiritual charm, the kind that others would like at first glance.
She just hadn’t expected it to look so ridiculous. But she endured it, treating it as cody. At the very least, Zhang Wei’s comical appearance would highlight her own sweet looks—overall, it wasn’t a loss.
But what was with "chubby-and-skinny celestial children"? The mont Lin Mo said it, she instantly thought of two n wearing bellybands, one wielding a big hamr of eighty catties, the other a small hamr of forty catties, both acting like clowns.
So furious, she ordered another claypot rice and even demanded that he pay the bill.
Lin Mo had no objections at all. To him, getting to see such a wonderful performance—never mind one al—he even felt like he should get a mbership.
During the al, he also figured out why Zhang Wei had agreed to all this. The main reason was that Miss Yuan had exercised her power of money.
Not much, just 2000 yuan, plus three in-ga skins. Then she crazily hyped it up, saying once he put it on, he would definitely look handso. She promised to take him to a comic convention, and maybe he could even earn so extra money, calling it a part-ti job.
The outco was obvious: Zhang Wei was successfully talked into it.
Facts proved that the power of money really worked wonders. Although 2000 yuan wasn’t much, it was still quite a high price for simply wearing an outfit and strolling around.
After all, most cosplayers at comic conventions nowadays didn’t even earn that much.
Anyway, after this al, Lin Mo was thoroughly entertained, while the most pitiful was Zhang Wei. With such a large "lump," how could any custor passing through the restaurant not give him an extra glance?
If it had been just him, people would have laughed and moved on. But with such a vivid "Ancestor of Bright Moon" by his side, Zhang Wei’s identity was all too obvious.
Quite a few people even pulled out their phones to secretly take photos, thinking it must be so sort of new performance art.
But Zhang Wei didn’t care at all. Let them look. He was a grown man—what was there to be afraid of? It wasn’t like he’d lose a piece of flesh! He even asked Lin Mo to take a group photo of him and Yuan ng. His heart was big enough.
After all, once he took the costu off later, who would recognize him the next day? Earning money was the real deal.
As long as they didn’t make him say those shaful lines, it was fine. That was sothing he truly couldn’t learn.
After eating, Yongjie returned leisurely to the company with his trident. The mont he walked in, he saw Dong Dawei scolding a young girl from the sales departnt with an unfriendly expression.
The girl had her head lowered, eyes red, clearly looking very wronged.
But when the "chubby-and-skinny... uh, Clear Breeze and Bright Moon Ancestors" appeared, they imdiately caught Dong Dawei’s attention. Without even checking who it was, his mouth was faster than his brain, and he blurted out:
“Who told you to wear strange clothes in the company? Look at you—disgusting! I’m docking you a day’s pay!”
The mont those words ca out, Lin Mo noticed the corners of Yuan ng’s lips curving wildly upward. Hadn’t she said that wearing this "Clear Breeze" costu today was the right choice?
She instantly transford into the "Ancestor of Bright Moon," her lips sweet as honey, and snapped at Dong Dawei:
“Damn you, you unlucky, blockheaded thief, you son of a *— I’ll **** your *, you mother, you— beep beep beep beep beep...”
Yuan ng unleashed her full firepower. Her mouth rattled off endlessly without repeating a single insult. At that mont, she was the true "Ancestor of Bright Moon."
The curses were so fierce that even the little sales girl who had been scolded turned red in the face, completely forgetting her tears. Zhang Wei and Lin Mo, anwhile, both felt a bit of pity for the manager.
To put it this way: if soone recorded Yuan ng’s tirade and uploaded it to Douyin, there would definitely be a warning under the video: "This video may cause discomfort. Please watch with caution."
“Stop waving chicken feathers like command flags. Is there any company rule saying I can’t wear these clothes? What I wear is none of your business! And you call yourself a manager? Tell , besides flattering your superiors, what else do you know? You’ve eaten yourself into a pig. Your face is so greasy you could fry vegetables with it. Wash your pig brain already.
Privately contacting my clients—what, just because I don’t ntion it you think I don’t know?
And you—when your mom gave birth to you, didn’t she feel sorry to the whole country? Pah! Screw you!”
She cursed for several minutes straight, feeling as if her very breast ducts had been unclogged. Even if the "Ancestor of Clear Breeze" had been disappointing, her "Ancestor of Bright Moon" had perford extraordinarily well today. Back in the day, even cursing out Sun Wukong had been nothing more than this!
At this point, Dong Dawei was trembling with rage. The two of them had quarreled before, and he’d been scolded before, but never had he been cursed so miserably.
Moreover, Yuan ng had gone straight for personal attacks, drawing a circle with his mother as the center, relatives as the radius, and ancestors as the target.
Most importantly, Yuan ng had attacked his looks. He knew he was fat, but being publicly compared to a pig so nakedly—it was enough to drive him out of his senses. He stord forward, reaching out to grab her.
Lin Mo, who had been watching for fun, imdiately stepped in.
Losing a family feud was one thing, but his God of Wealth couldn’t be hard.
“Manager Dong, talk with words!” Lin Mo stepped forward and gave Dong Dawei a shove.
“You... you dare push ?” Dong Dawei was stunned.
“Of course. What’s so special about you? Do you really think being a manager makes you an emperor?” Lin Mo said with disdain.
Before, he had tolerated him. But now, the company’s top leader owed him a favor—why should he fear a re manager? Otherwise, the things he had given yesterday would have been wasted.
Seeing Dong Dawei trying to lay hands on her, Yuan ng had been frightened at first. But once Lin Mo acted, she suddenly felt emboldened, like a person with a dog at her back.
She was even pleasantly surprised—today, Xiao Black Dog was being especially brave!
“You... fine, Lin Mo, right? Let ask you—why didn’t you show up for last week’s mandatory overti? And you even left early on Friday!” Dong Dawei demanded.
Lin Mo spread his hands: “I didn’t want to work overti, so I didn’t. Just because I wasn’t in the mood!”
“Heh~” Dong Dawei sneered. “You think the company is your ho? You co or go as you please? Who do you think you are?”
Hearing this, Lin Mo chuckled, stepped right up to Dong Dawei, and stared him in the eye: “Who I am, can’t you tell?”
“A re intern, openly defying your superior. Do you even have the company rules in your eyes?” Dong Dawei roared.
“I’m just speaking the truth. And tell —do you even represent the company?”
“What do you an by that!”
“What do you an by that!!” Lin Mo retorted without backing down.
The atmosphere grew increasingly tense, as though the two would clash at any second.
“Fine! You’re fired! Get out!” Dong Dawei exploded. An intern daring to speak to him, the manager, like this—unforgivable!
“No way. I’m not leaving. In fact, I’ll co twice or thrice a day if I feel like it—delivering letters, newspapers, promoting revolution and production!”
Dong Dawei sneered with mockery: “I said it already—you’re no longer part of the company. What family background do you have? Just a greenhorn fresh out of school. With your attitude, once you step into society, you’ll starve!”
“My family background? My grandfather was an old poor farr. My parents are workers. I am a student. Three generations of solid background. Don’t believe ? Go investigate my school!
Right now I may be an intern, but that still makes part of the glorious working class. And the working class leads everything—that’s the highest directive. You oppose?”
Dong Dawei: o((⊙﹏⊙))o.
At that mont, he felt a giant hat had just been forced down onto his head!
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