Chapter 19: Do You Even Realize There's a Ghost Living in This House?

As everyone knows, those surnamed Yuan are naturally disdainful of those surnamed Dong; it must be a rule passed down from their ancestors.

Dong Dawei was incensed by Yuan Meng's public questioning. In the end, his fury was merely a momentary outburst. If it had been any other employee, he would have simply fired them, but Yuan Meng was different—even the General Manager had to cater to her.

Of course, most importantly, he had once privately attempted to contact several of the major clients in Yuan Meng's hands, but without exception, he was rejected. They wouldn't even grant him a meeting, let alone discuss cooperation.

The final result was nothing more than Dong Dawei leaving a harsh threat, telling Yuan Meng to just you wait, before driving everyone back to work.

The others had no choice but to return to overtime; after all, not every ordinary employee possessed Yuan Meng's courage.

And while Yuan Meng had spoken their minds, she wasn't a leader, so the overtime still had to be done.

Even if they wanted to resign or confront management, they would have to wait for the company's leadership to show their faces first.

In recent days, only Dong Dawei had appeared at the company today; the rest of the leadership was nowhere to be seen, even Liu Ruyan.

"Are you sure you don't want to come with us and stay behind for overtime?" Yuan Meng asked, looking at Zhang Wei's large, pale, chubby face.

Zhang Wei gave a bitter smile. "God Yuan, how can I compare to you? After all, I'm eating from this company's bowl. I can't take their food and then refuse to listen to them, can I?"

Zhang Wei wasn't some fresh graduate; having spent a few years in society, he understood the most basic principles.

When you come out to work, everyone is simply seeking wealth. The boss pays your salary, so naturally, you have to follow their lead. If you don't want to listen, you can just resign.

Of course, one could also choose to pick a fight with the boss, at worst getting fired—provided one wasn't afraid of unemployment.

If he were a fresh graduate, he might have walked out in a fit of rage, thinking, *If this place won't keep me, I'll find somewhere else; if nowhere keeps me, I'll just start my own business.*

Could he endure such indignity? But after a few years of graduation, he seemed to have become just another ordinary member of the masses.

"Forget it, work overtime if you want. But what did you mean by 'God Yuan'?" Yuan Meng looked at the two of them warily, fearing they were coming up with some strange nickname for her.

Hearing this, Lin Mo quickly spoke up: "It's because you showed such divine might today! You were so gutsy. It's an honorific! Brother Wei said he wants to be your dog!"

Beside him, Zhang Wei shot him a glare and nodded. "That's right. God Yuan is truly one of the 'Yongjie Tridents.' You are the most courageous woman I've ever met. You truly deserve the title 'God Yuan'!"

If Yuan Meng knew they were using her name for jokes, the number of people whose mothers would be cursed would likely increase by two.

"That's more like it." Yuan Meng was quite satisfied with her performance today. She then looked at Zhang Wei and continued, "But it looks like this 'Yongjie Trident' is going to disband today. I am the blade, Mo-zai is the shaft, and barring any accidents, you should be the handle.

Work hard at your overtime, handle! We're heading out!"

With that, she pulled Lin Mo along and they happily left work.

Leaving Zhang Wei alone, lost in the wind.

On the other side, Lin Mo and Yuan Meng drove straight to the commercial street after getting in the car. They purchased the porcelain bottles from last time again, intending to make some "secret recipe facial cleanser" for Yuan Meng's mother—after all, the money had already been collected.

He also took his bank card to a nearby bank to deposit the money; after all, it wasn't wise to flaunt so much cash around.

"God Yuan, this is quite an expense."

Coming out of the bank, Lin Mo had become an ordinary college student holding 220,000 yuan. He never expected that the most valuable items on the shopping page wouldn't be gold or silver, but rather these daily necessities.

"It's just a transaction. You might make a small profit, but your sister definitely won't lose out," Yuan Meng laughed, tossing the small porcelain jar in her hand.

Originally, this amount of money meant nothing to her, but now she had earned several times that amount back from her mother; she was winning big.

"By the way, how much of this stuff do you have left, and do you know how to make it? I have a bold idea," Yuan Meng said suddenly after a moment of thought.

Hearing this, Lin Mo shook his head repeatedly. "Probably just a little over two portions left. I obtained it by chance; I don't know if I'll ever encounter this stuff again."

He knew exactly what she meant. She wanted the formula. Since the effect was so good, she naturally wanted to scale it up.

But he didn't have it. The items on the shopping platform refreshed randomly every day; heaven knows if he would ever encounter it again.

It was precisely because of this that he had said from the beginning that he had obtained the secret recipe by chance and that there was only so much of it, making mass production impossible.

Furthermore, to prevent being targeted by those with ulterior motives, he chose his trading partners carefully; otherwise, it would be easy to attract unwanted attention. Yuan Meng was an excellent choice.

"What a pity," Yuan Meng sighed. If such skincare products could be mass-produced, it would be an immeasurable fortune.

Fortunately, the girl had a good attitude. Upon learning the quantity was limited, she actually became even happier. After all, the feeling of having something that others don't is quite wonderful.

"By the way, if you want to sell your remaining stock, I'll help you find a buyer in a while. I guarantee I'll get you a good price," Yuan Meng said, patting her non-existent chest.

Lin Mo nodded readily. Indeed, having a "big thigh" to lean on was great; if he had to sell this stuff himself, he really wouldn't know who to turn to.

"Come on, get in the car. Let's go eat!" Yuan Meng beckoned.

Hearing this, Lin Mo, who had just come into a large sum of money, said heroically, "Alright, it's my treat today!"

"Forget today. Your sister is taking you to mooch a meal!"

With that, she started the car while Lin Mo watched with a confused expression.

Half an hour later, the two walked into a relatively upscale restaurant.

"Sister Yuan, is it really okay for me to tag along for a free meal?" Lin Mo had been muttering about it for a while.

"Stop talking nonsense. Since we're here, just come in. It's not like you haven't seen this before."

With that, Yuan Meng pushed open the door, her small face hardening. As she walked, she spoke angrily

"Liu Ruyan, can you even control the company? The General Manager, Yang Chuan, is running around giving orders blindly. And the result? Everyone follows him! Now he's pulling this stunt of cutting pay while keeping people on staff and demanding unpaid overtime. Does this company belong to the Yang family or something?!"

After finishing her outburst, Yuan Meng sat down opposite Liu Ruyan. Her face still held an expression of anger, but paired with her looks, it gave off a "feisty/cute" vibe.

Sitting opposite her, Liu Ruyan wore a white long dress paired with an off-the-shoulder top. She was extremely elegant, her hair still pinned up, trading a bit of professional sharpness for a touch of grace.

Hearing this, Liu Ruyan couldn't help but smile slightly. "Then what should I do? Should I also live my life on thin ice?"

Yuan Meng sneered. "Do I really have to teach you? Don't you know there's a ghost haunting your house?"

"A ghost? Who's the ghost?"

"Why look at me? Is it me, or is it him?" Yuan Meng pointed at Lin Mo, who had just entered.

Lin Mo:...

Liu Ruyan tilted her head, looked at Lin Mo, and her lips curled up slightly. She continued to play along with Yuan Meng's game: "How do you want me to act?"

"Find him immediately and take him out! I want him dead!"

"A member of the Mummy Group? Teehee," Liu Ruyan said, breaking into laughter halfway through.

Lin Mo watched the two of them with a furrowed brow. When these two got together, there was too much sarcasm to keep up with!

(End of Chapter)