Chapter 32: Do You Object?

The "Fat and Thin Immortals" combo left Eldest Miss Yuan so furious she nearly coughed up blood.

In her imagination, her "Breeze and Moonlight" duo was supposed to be ethereal and spiritual—the kind of look that people would fall in love with at first sight.

She hadn't expected it to be so ridiculous, but she endured it, treating it as a joke. At the very least, Zhang Wei's comedic performance highlighted her sweet beauty; overall, it wasn't a loss.

But what on earth were the "Fat and Thin Immortals"? As soon as Lin Mo mentioned it, she pictured two comedic men wearing bellybands—one a heavy hitter at eighty kilos, the other a lightweight at forty.

Fuming, she ordered an extra serving of claypot rice and pointedly made him pay for it.

To this, Lin Mo expressed that he had absolutely no problem with it. Being able to witness such a spectacular show, forget a meal—he felt like subscribing to a premium membership.

During the meal, he also figured out why Zhang Wei had agreed. The main reason was that Eldest Miss Yuan had wielded the power of money.

It wasn't much—2,000 yuan—plus three in-game skins, followed by a frantic sales pitch: if he wore this, he would look incredibly handsome, and she would take him to anime conventions. She even hinted there might be extra income, making it a potential part-time job.

The result was obvious: Zhang Wei had been completely swindled.

As it turned out, the power of money truly works. While 2,000 yuan wasn't a fortune, for Zhang Wei, the idea that he could earn that much just by putting on a costume and taking a stroll around made the price seem quite reasonable.

After all, most cosplayers at conventions didn't even make that much.

Regardless, Lin Mo was thoroughly entertained by the meal. The unluckiest was Zhang Wei; who could see such a massive, conspicuous figure walking around a shop and not take a look?

If it were just him, people might have just laughed it off, but with a highly expressive "Moonlight Ancestor" by his side, Zhang Wei's identity was glaringly obvious.

Many people even pulled out their phones to take secret videos, thinking it was some kind of novel performance art.

Zhang Wei, however, didn't care. Let them look. As a grown man, what was he afraid of? It wasn't like they were taking a piece of his flesh! He even asked Lin Mo to take a group photo of him and Yuan Meng, showing how thick-skinned he was.

*Once I take this outfit off in a bit, no one will recognize anyone tomorrow,* he thought. *The money is what's real.*

As long as they didn't make him say those embarrassing lines—that, he truly couldn't do.

***

After eating, the "Yongjie Trident" leisurely returned to the company. As soon as they entered, they saw Dong Dawei reprimanding a young girl from the sales department with an unfriendly expression.

The girl kept her head down, her eyes red, looking deeply aggrieved.

The appearance of the "Fat and Thin... uh, Breeze and Moonlight Ancestors" immediately caught Dong Dawei's attention. Without even checking who had arrived, his mouth moved faster than his brain, and he snapped

"Who gave you permission to wear strange clothes in the company? Look at you, aren't you disgusting? I'm docking a day's pay for both of you!"

As soon as these words left his mouth, Lin Mo saw the corners of Yuan Meng's mouth curl upward. She knew she was right to wear the "Breeze" set today.

She immediately transformed into the "Moonlight Child" with a honeyed mouth and unleashed a torrent of insults at Dong Dawei

"Screw you! You unlucky, brainless, little thief! I'll [expletive] you, your mother is a [expletive], you [expletive]—blah blah blah blah!"

Yuan Meng went full throttle, her mouth moving incessantly without a single repeated word. In this moment, she was the true Moonlight Ancestor.

Her cursing was so intense that even the girl being scolded felt embarrassed and forgot to cry. Meanwhile, Zhang Wei and Lin Mo both felt a twinge of pity for the manager.

To put it bluntly, if you recorded the things Yuan Meng was saying and posted them on Douyin, the video would come with a warning: "This video may contain offensive content; please view with caution."

"Don't try to use a tiny authority to act big! Does the company have a rule against wearing this? Since when do you get to manage what I wear? You call yourself a manager? Tell me, what can you do besides suck up to people? You've eaten yourself into looking like a pig; there's enough grease on your face to fry a dish. Go wash your pig brain!

And contacting my clients in private? What, you think just because I didn't say anything, I didn't know?

Someone like you... your mother must not have felt she owed the country anything when she gave birth to you! Pfft! Go to hell!"

After cursing for several minutes straight, Yuan Meng felt as though her internal energy had been completely cleared. Although the "Breeze Ancestor" had been a letdown, her "Moonlight Ancestor" persona had performed exceptionally well today—it was on par with how Sun Wukong used to curse.

Dong Dawei was trembling with rage. It wasn't that they hadn't had conflicts before, and he hadn't been scolded before, but this was the first time he had been humiliated so brutally.

Furthermore, Yuan Meng had gone straight for personal attacks, centering on his mother, using his relatives as the radius, and targeting his ancestors as the goal.

Most importantly, Yuan Meng had focused heavily on his appearance. He knew he was fat, but being so nakedly compared to a pig in public caused him to lose all reason. He lunged toward Yuan Meng, reaching out to grab her.

Lin Mo, who had been watching the spectacle, realized that if things turned physical, it would be bad.

*If you lose the "Battle to Defend Your Ancestry," I, the God of Wealth, can't afford to have any trouble.*

"Manager Dong, if you want to talk, just talk!" Lin Mo stepped forward and gave Dong Dawei a direct shove.

"You... you dare push me?" Dong Dawei was stunned.

"Duh. What's so special about you? Do you really think being a manager makes you an emperor?" Lin Mo said disdainfully.

He had tolerated him before, but now that the company's top leadership owed him a favor, why should he fear a lowly manager? If he did, wouldn't the things he gave away yesterday have been for nothing?

When Yuan Meng saw Dong Dawei trying to get physical, she was startled at first, but seeing Lin Mo step in, she suddenly felt like she could ride on someone else's power.

She even felt a little pleasant surprise: *The little black dog is being exceptionally brave today!*

"You! Lin Mo, right? I'm asking you, overtime was mandatory last week, why didn't you show up? And you left early on Friday!" Dong Dawei demanded.

Hearing this, Lin Mo spread his hands. "If I don't want to work overtime, I don't. Because I don't feel like it!"

"Heh~" Dong Dawei sneered. "You think this company is your home? You just come and go as you please? What exactly is your job here!"

At those words, Lin Mo laughed. He stepped forward until he was face-to-face with Dong Dawei and said, "Can't you tell what my job is?"

"An intern openly defying a superior! Do you have no respect for company regulations?" Dong Dawei shouted angrily.

"I'm just telling the truth. Also, can you even represent the company?"

"What do you mean by that!"

"What do *you* mean by that!!" Lin Mo refused to back down an inch.

The atmosphere grew increasingly tense, as if the two were about to engage in a massive brawl at any second.

"Fine! You're fired! Now, get out of here!" Dong Dawei exploded. How could an intern dare to speak to a manager like this?

"That won't do. I have to keep coming. Two or three times a day—delivering letters, delivering news, supporting the revolution and promoting production!"

Dong Dawei sneered mockingly, "I told you, you're no longer part of this company. What kind of family are you from? Just some green kid fresh out of school. If you're like this, you'll starve once you enter society!"

"What kind of family? My grandfather was a veteran poor peasant, my parents are workers, and I am a student. Three generations of solid background! If you don't believe me, go investigate my school!

I am an intern, but I am still a proud member of the working class. The working class leads everything—that is the supreme instruction. Do you oppose it?"

Dong Dawei: o((⊙﹏⊙))o.

At that moment, he felt as if a massive, heavy hat had been slammed onto his head!