In In the bustling city of Qingfeng,
Amidst the winding alleyways and busy markets, stood a three-story building with a sign reading "The Pavilion of Prosperity" on its front gate.
It was a modest building with weathered wooden beams and faded red lanterns hanging from its eaves.
Within its walls, among stacks of dusty ledgers and rows of ink-stained desks, sat a skinny, middle-aged man writing intently in a ledger.
Lost in the ledger, he didn't even notice a middle-aged man with a round belly and a face full of fat walk beside him.
The rotund middle-aged man looked at the skinny man with contempt and a teasing smile, and without warning, slapped him on the back.
"Paah!"
The skinny man nearly stopped breathing for a second after being slapped. His eyes turned red, and anger rushed to his head.
"Ahh, whoever this fucker is, today I'm going to fuck his head in."
Without hesitation, he curled his fingers into a fist and threw a punch at the rotund man, eyes closed.
But before his punch could reach the rotund man's face, the rotund man easily caught his hand. With a teasing smile, he slapped the skinny man's face.
Another... "paah!!"
"Chen Yang, it seems you've eaten leopard's gall and tigers heart that you've got the courage to try to punch me, huh?"
The skinny middle-aged man, named Chen Yang, nearly lost his footing when he saw it was Manager Zhang, the very person he had just vowed to bash the head of.
"Ahh.... Manager Zhang, how could I have the courage to try and punch you? My hand was stiff, so I just wanted to exercise it."
"Yeah, just moving my hand." Chen Yang suppressed the pain in his back and left cheek, forcing a smile while jumping as if jogging.
Seeing Chen Yang jumping around like a clown with five finger marks on his face, Manager Zhang's mood improved, which had been sour since an argument with his wife that morning.
"Ah, is it just exercise because your hand got stiff? That's good. Exercise is indeed good for health, but don't you think it's bad for you health to doze off while at work?"
Hearing this, Chen Yang was stunned for a moment. He lowered his head and clenched his fingers so tightly that his nails almost dug into his skin.
In his heart, he was screaming like crazy.
'Fuck, fuck, fuck... why am I so unlucky today? It seems this hippopotamus had a fight with his wife today, and his marvelous eyes saw me dozing off. Is calculating accounts considered dozing off? If, if in the future I get my golden finger or system by any chance, the first thing I am gonna do is beat the shit out of this fatshow.'
Seeing Chen Yang lower his head in guilt. (Manager Zhang thought )
Manager Zhang straightened his back as if he had accomplished a great feat.
He patted Chen Yang's back twice. "Clap ... Clap.."
"I'm in a good mood today, so I'm going to pretend I didn't see you dozing off today. If I see you dozing off again, it will be your last day at the Pavilion of Prosperity."
Saying that, just as Manager Zhang was about to walk away, the sound of footsteps came from outside, which made him pause.
"Who is making a ruckus in here?" a voice came.
It wasn't long before three people entered the warehouse. One was in the front, with a shiny, bald head, a pale white face, and a fat body clothed in silks and golds. Just by looking, any passerby would know this guy was a "fat sheep".
And he was indeed, the son of real owner of the Pavilion of Prosperity, also known as Young master Lin. Following two steps behind him was a man in black (a person wearing black cloth from head to toe, or someone wrapped in black cloth like a mummy or ninja).
Young Master Lin surveyed the room and found Chen Yang and Manager Zhang.
"Were you two having an affair during the day in my pavilion?"
Young master Lin looked seriously at Chen Yang and Manager Zhang—one lowering his head with a five-finger print on his left cheek, while the other wore a smug face as if he had lasted ten rounds nonstop.
Hearing that, Chen Yang almost exploded like a wronged wife.
"Do I look like I'm having an affair with Manager Zhang? Just looking at his face makes me want to punch him... bah! That sounds quite wrong. I am into women, not men."
Meanwhile, Manager Zhang's smug face flattened, and he hurriedly explained.
"Young Master Lin, you must be mistaken. I was just..." Just as Manager Zhang was trying to explain but, he was interrupted by Young Master Lin.
"You what? If you aren't having an affair, why is his face red as if he's blushing?" Master Lin said, pointing his finger at Chen Yang and focusing his gaze on him.
"That's not right. Why does his blush look like handprints?" Young Master Lin was puzzled and looked at his man in black, asking, "Can people control the shape they want to blush?"
Chen Yang: "..."
"Are you a retard? You call this handprint on my cheek a blush? Is he Manager Zhang's illegitimate son? Otherwise, why wouldn't he see clearly that it's a heavy hand slap print?"
At this moment, Chen Yang almost lost control and started to curse Young Master Lin and Manager Zhang and their entire ancestry.
Other. "..."
Is young master Lin brain crooked or is he too innocent for this world.
Is this something human would say??
The atmosphere was eerily silent, and all four people in the room looked at Young Master Lin with strange expressions.
Young Master Lin also looked at the other four in turn, his eager eyes asking, "Tell me what happened in this room, and why that guy can make hand-printed blush."
Feeling the awkward atmosphere in the room and Young Master Lin's burning curiosity, the man in black on his left coughed. "Ahem... Young Master Lin, it's not a blush, that's the print of a slap."
"A slap? Who dares to slap my pavilion employee inside the pavilion?" Young Master Lin asked, his face turning angry.
Seeing the situation potentially spiraling out of control, Manager Zhang hurriedly stepped forward.
"Cough... Young Master Lin, it's like this. When I was surveying the warehouse, I found Chen Yang dozing off during work, so I just... sla... cough... woke him up."