The day after Zhao Youjia finished packaging herself, she was dismissed for failing the trial period.
He was incredulous at the time, and then angrily wanted to confront Linghu Lan. He knocked on the door, and when he heard the words "Come in," he hesitated, but still forced himself to go in.
"Mr. Ye, hello. I heard from HR today that I have been laid off. Please point out any shortcomings in my work, and I will definitely correct them."
Linghu Lan calmly took out a piece of paper. "Read this."
Zhao Youjia picked it up hesitantly. It was a notice that Linghu Lan had asked him to print a few days ago.
He couldn't continue reading after the first line because the sentences were grammatically incorrect and contained typos.
"President Ye, I..." He blushed, and at that moment, he really wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
"Wait, there's something else I want to show you."
A surveillance video appeared on the computer screen. The video showed him opening the door for someone, and then the three of them playing games together.
Zhao Youjia really wanted to faint.
That day, he dawdled and didn't leave work until everyone was gone. He then invited a few friends to the company to play games together, since the company computers were great and there were free drinks and snacks in the break room, so they could eat and drink as much as they wanted.
They played until almost midnight before the group dispersed. He went back to catch up on his sleep, but couldn't get up, so he called to say he had a cold and asked for leave.
"Are the reasons sufficient?"
Zhao Youjia left with a flushed face, not even having the courage to say sorry, and finally left the company dejectedly.
Linghu Lan watched his retreating figure disappear into the distance: "You've learned how to exploit loopholes before you've even learned how to navigate the workplace. Young man, your future is bleak!"
Since you were an accomplice, I'll make you pay the price and learn your lesson. No need to thank me, I'm a good Samaritan!
Zhao Youjia returned to his rented room, his embarrassment quickly subsiding. A surge of anger welled up again: those two things happened a long time ago, why didn't they bring them up then, only after he bought the clothes? How was he going to repay his loan shark debt?
Zhao Youjia tried to find a job again, but the campus recruitment season was long over and most of the staff had already started working. He hadn't stayed at Linghu Lan's company long enough, and when he wrote it on his resume, he was always asked why he left. Zhao Youjia was speechless and couldn't answer.
He later revised his resume and found a sales job, but it was far from enough to support his current lifestyle and pay off his high-interest loans.
Soon, loan sharks came knocking. The loan ballooned from 20,000 to 100,000, and harassing phone calls kept coming in. Zhao Youjia was really scared and refused to answer several calls.
The loan sharks are furious and won't answer the phone, huh? Then they'll call your classmates, they'll call your parents!
In order to secure the loan, Zhao Youjia had someone act as a guarantor, and the person provided detailed contact information.
He left one of the phone numbers with Lin Ruochu.
Why did he keep Lin Ruochu's phone number? Because he and Lin Ruochu had always been very close, almost inseparable, like best friends who were even closer than boyfriends, so keeping her phone number felt natural to him.
Lin Ruochu was stunned when she received the call from the loan shark. After figuring out what was going on, she quickly called Zhao Youjia's phone.
Zhao Youjia looked up and saw that his goddess was calling!
He answered the call with great joy, only to be berated by Lin Ruochu as a scumbag and then blocked.
Zhao Youjia belatedly realized that he was in big trouble this time.
In the end, he told his parents the truth.
Zhao's parents used their savings to cover his debts, thus freeing him from the misfortune of usury.
He reflected that it was all because of the toxic advice Linghu Lan had given him!
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