"Phew..."

When Chu Fang woke up, he stretched and felt unusually happy.

Going to work is about making money for the boss; slacking off is about making money off the boss.

He fished all day and earned more than a hundred yuan from the boss. Just thinking about it makes me feel excited.

I checked the time; it was almost time to leave work. As usual, I tidied up my personal belongings.

"Ready to run away again?" Zhong Tingyue passed by.

Perhaps because Chu Fang exposed Zhong Tingyue's cold exterior but warm interior, the latter simply gave up and stopped pretending. Since that night, his relationship with Zhong Tingyue has progressed, unlike the first half of the month. Now the two often chat.

We're in a friendship (I think).

"No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense," Chu Fang replied righteously. "I just..."

"Just what?"

"I'm just... just getting ready to leave work."

"... ..." Zhong Tingyue couldn't understand the difference between the two sentences, so she quickly changed the subject, "What do you usually do when you get off work so early?"

"Study hard, work hard, strive to be an outstanding representative of the company, fight for the company's rise, contribute to the company's listing, and work hard for the company's long-term prosperity. I hope to help the boss buy the next luxury car as soon as possible. Hey, why are you leaving? I haven't finished talking yet."

Looking at Zhong Tingyue's graceful, fairy-like figure, Chu Fang pouted and said, "How boring."

He turned to look at the chubby Cai Guan and asked, "Am I good, bro?"

"Amazing!" Cai Guan nodded. "Brother Chu, you are my... ..."

Chu Fang waved his hand, signaling the other person to stop. His eyes were fixed intently on his phone as he muttered, "Five, four, three, two, one, time to go home. Hey, what did you want to say? Never mind, we'll talk about it next time. The most important thing right now is to get off work. Goodbye."

After saying that, he slung his backpack over his shoulder and left the company, leaving Cai Guan behind.

"Hey, handsome, wait a minute." When she arrived at the front desk, Jiang Wenzhen was also organizing her personal belongings. Her eyes lit up when she saw him.

"What?" Chu Fang stopped in his tracks.

Jiang Wenzhen skipped over to him and said enthusiastically, "Let's take a picture together."

Chu Fang became cautious: "Why? You like me, right?"

"Don't flatter yourself." Jiang Wenzhen rolled her eyes. "I won't give up the whole forest for you."

“I just want to take a picture with you. My best friend took a picture with a handsome guy, and she used that picture to annoy me, saying that all the men around me are ugly. Of course I have to argue back, so I want to take a picture with you to slap my best friend in the face.”

Chu Fang really admired Jiang Wenzhen's personality and way of doing things.

Although she's obsessed with looks and verbally calls herself a "scumbag" and a "womanizer," she's not like that at all. On the contrary, she's loyal in love.

I have never had a boyfriend.

She only admires handsome men and has no romantic feelings for them.

"one hundred."

"What?"

"One hundred photos."

"You charge a hundred for a photo? Why don't you just rob someone?!"

"You're using my image rights to show off, so it's perfectly normal for me to charge you a fee."

"Ten yuan."

"???!!! My handsome face, which stands out from the crowd, is only worth ten yuan? Who do you think you are? I've changed my mind, two hundred."

After some back and forth, they finally settled on eighty yuan.

After the two finished taking photos, Chu Fang looked at the eighty people who had come over, smiled, and left, saying that he could come back to see him again next time.

"Damn it! You bitch!" Jiang Wenzhen had never hated a handsome guy so much. She almost bit her back teeth off. Just then, her best friend sent her another message mocking her.

Jiang Wenzhen, like a cat with its fur standing on end, posted a photo of herself and Chu Fang, followed by a furious counterattack.

... ...

Chu Fang hummed a little tune with a smug look on his face. He had been handsome for over twenty years, and this was the first time he had made a fortune because of his good looks. He felt very happy.

Even without any 'cheats', I can still get rich.

That's real skill!

It was already night when I got home. I opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of ice-cold "soda," and enjoyed a drink in the summer. Nothing could be better than this.

After finishing a bottle of cola, I patted my stomach and didn't feel very hungry.

He lay down on the sofa, took out his phone, and played games to kill time.

A pay-to-win game.

Chu Fang loves playing games, whether it's MobA, action, fighting, FPS, puzzle, sandbox, or console games, he even dabbles in Miracle Nikki.

I used to like League of Legends a few years ago, but I've played less of it in recent years. This is partly because my roommates are busy with work and don't have time to play together, and partly because he doesn't have the talent for the game, his skills are poor, and his awareness is lacking, so he gets crushed in the game.

Nowadays, Chu Fang prefers pay-to-win games.

The biggest advantage of this type of game is that you have to spend money to become stronger and have fun.

For Chu Fang, something that can be solved by spending money is not a problem.

For just a few hundred thousand, you can get happiness; there's no cheaper thing in the world.

Chu Fang went online and spent over 300,000 yuan upgrading his equipment. The moment he saw his equipment break, his Dao heart shattered as well.

I feel there is no love in the world.

Chu Fang immediately sat up: "Damn it! Garbage company, you should just go bankrupt as soon as possible."

Immediately, he uninstalled the pay-to-win game, in which he had spent millions, only to be met with another miserable experience.

After uninstalling, he had no intention of continuing the game and needed to take a break. He opened WeChat and scrolled through his messages.

He raised an eyebrow. Someone had messaged him; it was a college classmate asking to borrow five thousand yuan.

Chu Fang thought for a moment, then sent the other party a 666 yuan red envelope, and immediately deleted that college classmate.

Since graduating, or rather, during his senior year internship, more and more classmates have been asking him for money, ranging from tens of yuan to hundreds of yuan, thousands of yuan, or even tens of thousands of yuan.

Although Chu Fang kept a low profile during his university years, his abilities gradually became known to the entire class.

When it comes to lending money, if it's to a good friend, such as Rong Shunji, Wen Xiangbing, or Shao Liang, he would ask what happened and then help his friend through the crisis; if it's just a casual acquaintance, he would send the other person 666 yuan and then delete them.

He gave the other party 666 yuan without asking for anything in return, but that was all he could give; he couldn't give anything more.

Scrolling through the company group chat, it was already 9 p.m., and messages were still scrolling by, indicating that many colleagues were still working overtime.

Many employees at YATeng Yige have parents to support and children to raise. In order to shoulder the burden of their families, they have no choice but to work overtime all night, hoping to earn a higher salary so that they can provide a better environment for their children.

No one has an easy life when they come into this world.

Chu Fang thought for a moment and then sent a message to Zhong Tingyue:

[Solo Dating Player: Moshimoshi]

Wang Shu: ... ...

[Solo player in dating: Still working overtime?]

Zhong Tingyue is a very hardworking girl who often works until late at night.

[Wang Shu: You want to help me?]

[Solo player in a dating game: No, hearing that you're working overtime makes me feel much better. Keep working overtime, bye.]

[Wang Shu: I'll allow you to run 39 meters first. JpG.]

Upon seeing Zhong Tingyue's reply with an emoji, Chu Fang burst out laughing, sensing the other person's emotional fluctuation.

After laughing for a while, I stopped bothering you with messages.

First, Zhong Tingyue was working overtime, and they didn't want to take up any more of her time.

Secondly, as I said before, there should be a limit to everything you do. You need to know when to stop and when to let go. Constantly messaging the other person makes him seem like a sycophant.

Sometimes, maintaining a certain distance can actually promote connection.