Chapter 1: The Office's Unspoken Rules...

  On the computer screen is a resume.

  "I don't believe you flew halfway around the world just for this?" Yang Zongbao occasionally deleted some resumes.

  "Of course not, I'm here to enjoy the local flavor." George put his hands behind his head: "Those old devils, they're going to drive me crazy. Every day it's just asking for money, money, money. You say funding is so tight, and Anna even wants to put all of the $1 million I just applied for into renovating the emergency room. A bunch of bloodsuckers..."

  Yang Zongbao disagreed with George's complaints: "This year I will add three Asians."

  "Who?" George asked in surprise.

  "I am Yu Tie Nan and Zhou Yi."

  "Oh my god, Yang, you've finally made up your mind. If I had known it would be like this, I wouldn't have brought Evie over. I didn't expect her to not persuade you, and you ended up making the decision yourself." George was excited, but immediately afterwards he said with a bitter expression: "It's not going to work out well, you're also done for, at least you have some experience. But as for the other two, I really don't know what to do."

  It's not George's fault either, Yu Tie Nan and Zhou Yi are not considered talented or excellent.

  "What about my privilege?" Yang Zongbao said naturally.

  "Privileges? When have you ever used your privileges, Yang Zongbao?" George shouted exaggeratedly.

  "Isn't this a privileged society?" Yang Zongbao raised an eyebrow and said with a slant of his eyes.

  "Alright, alright, but those old fogies aren't going to pay up. I'm telling you, the training costs for both of them are on you." George blinked his eyes.

  "With this little money, of course, you have to think of a way. How we did it in the past is how we'll do it now." Yang Zongbao deleted three people's resumes with a sweep of his hand: "That's all there is."

  "Alright, I'll send it over right away. The hospitalization time is in October next year, you guys take care of things around you. As for the official letter, after you give me your resume, I'll send it." George tidied up and suddenly leaned into Yang Zongbao's ear and said: "Queen Rose is coming back soon, what are you going to do? I'm very happy to see her come back this time."

  "Let her be at peace, I'll go next year."

  "You'd better not regret what you're saying," George pressed.

  "I said."

  Yang Zongbao's words were like a slap in the face.

  "That's good, can you make something for me to eat?" George shamelessly stuck on.

  "Not in the mood." Yang Zongbao pushed away George, whose head reeked of hair dye. The guy had gone crazy and dyed his red hair black. Now it was emitting a burnt rubber smell.

  "Ugh, I'm a serious person. But if I get hungry, who knows what I'll turn into? Yang Ge... " George twisted his body, somehow managing to contort his 1.8-meter-tall muscular physique into a knot.

  "Do you want to experience Chinese Kung Fu?" As soon as Yang Zongbao finished speaking, he kicked George's knee with one foot.

  "Ah, you haven't changed a bit. When it's time to take action, just take action directly. Chinese Kung Fu." George let out an "ah" and jumped to the side.

  Yang Zongbao's stomach hurt from laughing so hard. Anyone who has been kicked in the knee would have trouble standing up straight, but Yang Zongbao made George think that this was the extraordinary part of Chinese Kung Fu, to the point where he had taken advantage of him when they were younger. Bruce Lee's influence around the world really did make Western countries view China with a sense of mystery.

  But after all the joking around, Yang Zongbao still got up to cook. After all, he was a bit hungry too.

  For dinner, Yang Zongbao simply made a stir-fry with leftover food from the refrigerator.

  "Yang, your craftsmanship is really good." George said with his mouth full of fried rice.

  "Go ahead and eat it." Yang Zongbao didn't say that out loud. These leftover dishes had been left for several days, he wasn't sure if there would be any problems eating them.

  "Aren't you going to eat?" George's eyes were fixed on Yang Zongbao's rice bowl.

  "You haven't eaten enough, have some." Yang Zongbao generously handed over his own share.

  "Yang, you're too generous." George said gratefully.

  Yang Zongbao found a package of instant noodles and directly mixed the seasonings to eat dry.

  "Yang, when did you manage to get such a big house?" George finished eating, put his feet on the table and stretched out his body.

  "It's hard to put into words."

  "I know that when you say a word, it's just to shut me up." George retracted his leg with a huff: "Seriously, Evie doesn't know that you now have a pretty nice apartment."

  "She's not the kind of person you think she is, she's just a very normal girl." Yang Zongbao didn't even know what he was saying.

  "Alright, alright, I'll shut up." George raised his hands in surrender.

  Yang Zongbao finally welcomed the quietest night of this period after finishing his meal.

  Lying on the ground without any decorum, staring at the ceiling, this kind of time was a rare leisure for Yang Zongbao.

  On Yang's golf course.

  Yang Tianming admires his newly acquired golf clubs under the court lights.

  "Do you know where you went wrong?"

  "I know." Bao Guo stood straight on one side, lowering his head.

  "You know, and yet you still do this? I thought your brain only had loyalty to Zong Bao, but it seems I underestimated you." Yang Tianming suddenly swung his hand, striking Baoguo's stomach without warning.

  Bao Guo let out a groan and fell to his knees, clutching his stomach.

  "What's wrong? Can't even bear this little pain? Didn't you secretly stitch Guan Gong's embroidery on your back?" Yang Tianming swung another rod at Bao Guo's face. Bao Guo was beaten and fell to one side, but immediately got up and continued standing.

  "I underestimated you. You're so tough?" Yang Tianming took turns hitting him, each time waiting for Bao Guo's pain to subside before swinging the bat again: "You know? I really want to use your head as a golf ball. Kneel here until I let you get up."

  "Yes." Baoguo, covered in blood, struggled to get up and knelt on the spot.

  Yang Tianming swung his racket and hit Bao Guo's body, then turned around and left.

  The lights on the field were turned off after Yang Tianming left. The entire field was pitch black, and Bao Guo knelt alone, motionless. It was cold at night, with only the blood that had not yet congealed on his head still warm.

  ……

  Yang Zongbao was forcibly dug up from the ground by Qiao Zhi.

  "Are you still alive?" George asked while making scrambled eggs.

  "I'm not dead yet." Yang Zongbao could smell the stench on himself, he hadn't cleaned up since throwing up last night. It was also a challenge to George's strong sense of smell. A night of sleeping on the floor made Yang Zongbao's waist and back ache, even with his young body.

  "Can't die, shall we go make some extra money today?" George lewdly and evilly leaned over: "Oh my god, Yang. You stink."

  "I know, so keep your distance. What's the rush?" Yang Zongbao was quite sensitive about money. The aftermath of his university days had left him with an unmatched enthusiasm for part-time jobs.

  "A friend of mine has a beauty parlor and I'm helping out today," said George, munching on his breakfast.

  "Why did you invite me? Are you a beauty doctor?" Yang Zongbao had no appetite and poured himself a cup of coffee.

  "Give me a sip." George snatched the coffee from Yang Zongbao and took a sip: "My god, it's really bad. Is this what you call life? Instant coffee?" He hastily returned the coffee to Yang Zongbao. George continued, "Isn't there a saying in your country that outsiders make better monks? And isn't plastic surgery just cutting a few eyelids and reshaping some bones? Besides, I have you. I don't trust others to do anesthesia."

  "How much money?" Yang Zongbao did not refuse, who would joke about not being able to get by with money?

  "A 500."

  "Give me 10 minutes." Yang Zongbao immediately finished the remaining coffee, quickly took a shower and changed clothes.

  With 10 minutes and over 30 seconds left, Yang Zongbao tidied himself up and stood at the door with his shoes in hand.

  "Yang, you're so fast!" George couldn't believe his eyes: "You've made progress again in these few years."

  "Thanks, the power of money." Yang Zongbao accepted it with a smile.

  George said that the beauty center is actually not far from Yang Zongbao's residence, and can even be said to be very close, just on the first floor of a nearby office building.

  "This suit really fits me." George, wearing a red scrub suit, admired himself in the mirror of the operating room. Yang Zongbao followed behind him silently, not sharing George's madness.

  The basic conditions of this private beauty institution are very good, and financial resources do not need to be wasted on a very large and bloated management layer. This institution is just like that. The equipment in the operating room is very complete. The shadowless lamp is a real shadowless lamp, with no dead ends, and even the chair for the anesthesiologist is a 2000-yuan one, much more advanced than the stools worth tens of yuan that were casually discarded from the provincial hospital.

  Yang Zongbao couldn't help but stick his butt on the anesthesiologist's special stool to enjoy it.

  "Yang, you're really embarrassing." George couldn't take it anymore.

  "It's none of your business." Yang Zongbao finally left and began to anesthetize the girl on the operating table.

  "I was just about to say that, it's too challenging." After the patient was anesthetized, George finally couldn't help but start cursing again. Yang Zongbao noticed that earlier George didn't look at the patient's face, and only after anesthesia did he become unable to bear it.

  "Never mind, let's not waste words," Yang Zongbao didn't want to drag on a pointless conversation with that abnormal George Hu.

  "Alright, Yang, you have no sense of humor." George sulkily shrugged his shoulders and began to draw the surgical plan on the patient's face.

  "What a big face!"

  "My nose is really stuffy."

  "These eyes have become so small they can't be seen."

  "This mouth is really something else."

  “……”

  Constant complaints were pouring out of George's mouth.

  "Be serious." Yang Zongbao suddenly became furious, scaring the two surgical nurses on the same table, but at the same time, they also cast admiring glances at Yang Zongbao. This foreign doctor was really unstoppable, not stopping for a moment.

  "What's so fierce about it? I'm just doing it. You're forcing me to be a prostitute." George began to cut the vegetables with a wronged expression.

  Yang Zongbao ignored the child's nagging.

  I really don't know why women want to undergo surgery on their faces. The surgical process has no aesthetic appeal at all, it's absolutely not inferior to "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre". So-called elimination of eye bags is actually cutting open the lower eyelid from the inside, scooping out the fat and trimming it, grinding bones, shrinking skin...

  "How are beautiful women made? I swear, this life, even if I marry a disabled person, I don't want to have plastic surgery." George said after eight hours of sewing the last stitch.

  "What about these parts?" Yang Zongbao pointed at the yellowish fat, white bones and some other things taken from the patient's body.

  "I don't know, maybe this person likes to take it out and collect it." George continued to say to the nurse who was helping him: "Beautiful lady, how about having dinner with me?"

  Yang Zongbao secretly disapproved, beautiful or not, everyone is wearing a mask, how can you tell if they are beautiful or not.