"Are you happy now?" Yin Gang looked at his daughter.

"I..." Yin Min was still unwilling in her heart. "How would I know?" Who would have thought that someone with such status and position would come to her family's repair shop as an apprentice?

"You still have the nerve to talk back?" Yin Gang glared.

"Why are you yelling at me?" Yin Min glared back. "When I said I liked Han Xiangdong, you didn't object, did you?"

"I..." Yin Gang was speechless. He hadn't expected this either. To be honest, he thought highly of the young man. He was good-looking, hardworking, and most importantly, he had no background. If he really became his son-in-law and relied on him for everything, he would definitely listen to him without question.

To his surprise, the seemingly ordinary country boy he thought had no connections turned out to be the one with the most powerful background.

"Dad, I don't think there's anything to worry about." Yin Min sighed. "I just don't believe that Le Yao can control everything."

Yin Gang gave a wry smile: "Probably not, but I did take 20,000 yuan as a penalty for breach of contract." He only received 1,800 yuan a month during his internship, including room and board; three months wouldn't amount to more than 5,400 yuan. Contract law stipulates that the penalty for an employee resigning cannot exceed the training costs. If the other party were truly just a country bumpkin, he wouldn't be afraid, but now…

Yin Min was speechless.

"I'll give him a call," Yin Gang said, picking up his phone and dialing Han Xiangdong's number.

Han Xiangdong was unaware that his departure had created a crisis for the repair shop owner. He was in the car discussing with Le Yao whether they should find another place to practice their skills.

This time, Le Yao directly objected: "Brother, are you planning to be a repairman for the rest of your life?"

"No, that's not it." Han Xiangdong shook his head.

“If that’s not the case, then why insist on being a frontline worker?” Le Yao looked at Han Xiangdong. “You’re my brother, which means we’re destined to never live the same life again. You can’t deny it.”

Han Xiangdong remained silent.

“Now that you’ve learned the basics, you can start your own business.” Le Yao patted Han Xiangdong’s arm. “I’ll open a shop with you.”

"But..." Han Xiangdong was still somewhat conflicted.

“Young Master,” Shen Yi, who was driving, suddenly spoke up, “I understand your dilemma, but have you ever thought about how many people at the bottom try every means to get in touch with those at the top, just for a chance to advance? You’re already at the top, so why do you want to come down?”

Le Yao couldn't help but smile; that was true.

"Besides, with the Duke and Miss's fame, do you think nobody will recognize you? How could they possibly treat you like a country bumpkin? Unless you decide to sever ties with Miss..."

Han Xiangdong suddenly looked up, glanced at Shen Yi, and then at Le Yao.

Le Yao nodded: "What Brother Shen said is exactly what I wanted to say."

Just then, the phone in Han Xiangdong's hand rang. He picked it up and his expression immediately became strange: "It's Boss Yin calling."

"Let's hear what he has to say," Le Yao gestured.

Han Xiangdong immediately put the call on speakerphone: "Mr. Yin, is there anything else?"

“Xiang Dong,” Yin Gang said in a very amiable tone, “why are you so stubborn? I only asked you to pay the penalty because I didn’t want you to leave. I thought you could compromise, but your sister paid it without saying a word. Look at the mess this has made…”