The four men drank and talked about the past until late at night, and then parted ways.

Qiao Liangbo watched the group leave, especially Chu Fang's Bentley, which was still dazzling in the darkness, catching his eye.

"Hmm... I never thought I was the complete loser."

When Qiao Liangbo first entered the workforce, he was full of ambition and vowed to make a name for himself. But after a year of work, he realized that he had been thinking too much.

It's hard enough to just survive, let alone build a career.

How could I have had the nerve to belittle Chu Fang back then?

He drives luxury cars, lives in villas, and has a beautiful and capable girlfriend; I can't compare to him in any way.

"Hey, old classmate?" Suddenly someone patted him on the shoulder. It was his colleague, craning his neck to look in the direction the car had disappeared. "Your classmate is pretty rich."

“I’ve never met anyone richer than him,” Qiao Liangbo replied.

"Then why don't you ask him for help?"

“Hehe… …” Qiao Liangbo chuckled softly, “We’re just classmates, and besides, we had a falling out before.”

Qiao Liangbo nodded to his colleagues, then went home by himself. He arrived home not long after walking.

His girlfriend, Xing Yinyu, was wearing an apron and cleaning the house when she asked, "Hey, why are you so late today?"

While asking him questions, she helped him take off his suit.

Xing Yinyu is Qiao Liangbo's girlfriend. The two fell in love in college and were also Chu Fang's classmates. Even after leaving campus, the two did not break up and worked hard in Shanghai.

Xing Yinyu was unlucky; her company went bankrupt, and she hasn't worked for several months. She stays at home or does some day-wage work, surviving entirely on Qiao Liangbo's meager salary.

"I ran into Chu Fang, Wen Xiangbing, and Rong Shunji, and we had a few drinks," Qiao Liangbo said honestly.

"Them?" Xing Yinyu nodded. "That's right. They also work in Shanghai. It's normal to run into them. I wonder how they're doing?"

"With Chu Fang around, how bad can things get?" Qiao Liangbo took off his shoes and said slowly, "I ran into Chu Fang today, and he toasted me and apologized. Interestingly, Chu Fang is in a relationship now. A lot of girls in our class must be heartbroken."

Xing Yinyu said, "Chu Fang is rich, so it's normal for him to date. She's definitely after his money."

"Whether it's true or not doesn't matter, having money is the most important thing." Qiao Liangbo sat on the sofa, suddenly hugging Xing Yinyu, his emotions surging, his voice low: "I'm sorry, I don't have money, I can't give you the life you want. My mission isn't finished yet, my performance bonus this month will be heavily deducted, and the year-end bonus is a long way off. You've suffered following me..."

When he first entered society, Qiao Liangbo vowed to give his girlfriend a good life, but now she is suffering with him, living in a small apartment.

Xing Yinyu comforted her boyfriend, "I'm not suffering..."

... ...

Early in the morning, Qiao Liangbo arrived at the bank as usual. Looking at the tall buildings, he thought to himself, "Keep going, never give up until the very end."

He went inside immediately and saw the manager standing at the door. Qiao Liangbo shrank back and lowered his footsteps so as not to disturb the other party. The manager turned around and said, "Qiao Liangbo".

"Here." Unable to avoid it any longer, Qiao Liangbo had no choice but to answer, albeit reluctantly.

The manager approached with his hands behind his back, his brow slightly furrowed: "Your performance this month hasn't been good. What are your thoughts on that?"

"Manager, I will do my best," Qiao Liangbo said.

"Don't just talk the talk, walk the walk, take initiative, and get your friends and family to deposit their money in our bank..."

Qiao Liangbo is a bank teller, and his main task is to handle deposits, that is, to get people to deposit money in their bank.

Qiao Liangbo had no way to express his feelings.

In an effort to attract deposits, he has harassed all his relatives and friends, and they have all been kicked out of the family group chat. Everyone avoids him like the plague.

I used to be a popular figure at school, but after becoming a bank teller, I suddenly became someone everyone hated. I felt extremely lonely and sad.

With the current economic situation being bad and everyone lacking money, where would people deposit their money? And since he had no connections or resources, his business was naturally very poor.

The manager immediately said, "Don't blame me for not reminding you, the bank is preparing to lay off staff recently, and our department also has layoff targets. I hope to see you survive."

Qiao Liangbo's face was ashen.

The manager's words were obvious: if he didn't meet his performance targets, he would be ruthlessly laid off, and once he lost his job, finding another one would be extremely difficult.

Without a job, how will he support himself and his girlfriend, and how will he even think about getting married and having children? Everything will vanish like a bubble.

Qiao Liangbo sat in his chair, making phone calls to persuade customers to deposit money in the bank, but to no avail. He scrolled through his contacts on his phone, his gaze landing on the name 'Chu Fang'.

"I hope so..." Qiao Liangbo thought for a moment, then decided to put aside his pride and dial Chu Fang's number.

But then came that curt customer service voice: The number you dialed is not in service.

Chu Fang blocked him four years ago and hasn't unblocked him yet.

Not getting the desired result, and even feeling as if he had been slapped mercilessly, Qiao Liangbo suddenly felt dizzy. He took several deep breaths to gradually calm down, and then smiled: "Hehe..."

"Hey, is this your old classmate? Seems unreliable." The colleague next to him, the same one from last night, craned his neck to look at his phone and said.

Qiao Liangbo forced a stiff smile: "It has nothing to do with him. I lacked boundaries. It's normal for him to be hostile towards me after I said those things to him. It was my fault."

"I have a few clients who might be interested in depositing money. Go and handle it." Seeing the despair on Qiao Liangbo's face, his colleague couldn't bear it and handed him a few documents.

Qiao Liangbo hurriedly said, "Brother Zeng..."

"Hey, no need to thank me. We're all colleagues, and these few are just interested. As for whether they'll deposit money, that depends on what they think."

"Thank you, Brother Zeng."

All morning, Qiao Liangbo was busy talking to several potential clients, offering them various discounts and rewards in hopes that they would deposit their money in the bank.

However, to everyone's dismay, those customers left after hearing what they heard.

"What did you do? You managed to get a few clients, and you've shrunk them all away?" The manager frowned. "I'm warning you, if you don't meet your targets, pack your things and get ready to leave."

Qiao Liangbo couldn't hold back any longer. He slumped into his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling.