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

  "Don't put on that face, I'll be leaving soon anyway." Yang Zongbao leaned his head against the edge of the bathtub and let his body sink into the water, because once he left the water, his wet clothes would stick to his skin, which was quite uncomfortable.

  "Where are you going?" Bao Guo was genuinely curious and wasn't suspicious that Yang Zongbao was joking.

  "Nature has its own way." Yang Zongbao didn't say much either.

  "Brother, what exactly do you want to do?" Baoguo hesitated for half a day before finally asking.

  "What's going on?" Yang Zongbao suddenly stood up, took off all his clothes and started washing: "Right, pass my difficulties to the old lady's ears, and by the way, indirectly express how much I don't want to rely on my family and want to solve it myself."

  "Alright, I'm leaving." Baoguo picked up his clothes from the floor and backed out.

  "How is it?" Zhou Yi asked while gnawing on a pig's trotter and leaning against the door.

  "I didn't know, I only found out when I got back. Did you see everything just now?" Baoguo threw Yang Zongbao's clothes into the washing machine, and Zhou Yi followed him all the way.

  "Look at that, I didn't expect Master to know so many people." Zhou Yi said with a smile.

  "Did you see it?" Bao Guo switched the washing machine to fully automatic and asked Zhou Yi again.

  "I didn't see anything." Zhou Yi was stared at by Bao Guo, and he swallowed a piece of pig's trotter with skin and bones whole.

  "Uh-huh. I'm leaving, let me know if anything comes up." Baoguo picked up his coat and reminded Zhou Yi before heading out: "Don't forget to fold the clothes after they're washed."

  "Oh." Zhou Yi was intimidated by Bao Guo's gaze, so he agreed to everything he said.

  "Leaving?" Yang Zongbao came out with only a bath towel wrapped around his lower body.

  "Left, Master, didn't expect it, your figure is really good." Zhou Yi's sincere praise.

  "Is your tuition enough?" Yang Zongbao wiped his hair with a towel.

  "It's not enough, I used to think that making money was easy, but once my family doesn't support me, it's still very hard to earn 12,000 yuan in a month." Zhou Yi suddenly leaned close to Yang Zongbao and said with bright eyes: "Master, can you help out a bit?"

  "Good."

  "Uh."

  Never thought that Yang Zongbao, who usually attaches great importance to money, would agree so readily, it really made Zhou Yi unable to adapt.

  "On condition." Yang Zongbao continued: "Take good care of this apartment when I'm not around."

  "You're not here? Why?" Zhou Yi couldn't believe his ears.

  "This matter is not that easy to resolve. It's exactly the time when the top is cracking down, even with connections and power, one still has to be taken in for questioning."

  "Master, it's clearly not your fault!" Zhou Yi shouted as he jumped up.

  "Don't worry, I'm talking about the worst-case scenario, but we can't just sit here and take it lying down, right?"

  "Master, it's gotta be this way." Zhou Yimo cracked his knuckles and jumped onto the sofa: "Let them know we're not to be trifled with."

  "It's me, not you." Yang Zongbao corrected Zhou Yi.

  Yang Zongbao locked himself in his room for the next few days, and it was unclear what he was up to. Except for basic meals and convenience, he would come out only when necessary, and spent all other times locked in his room. Zhou Yi automatically took on household chores, cooking, cleaning, and doing laundry.

  On the third day, the study door finally opened.

  Zhou Yi saw Yang Zongbao walking out wearing the same clothes as three days ago.

  "Master..."

  "The hospital has found something, I think there's a result." Yang Zongbao casually changed into a tracksuit and put on a thick coat outside, saying to Zhou Yi: "Do you want to come?"

  "Of course, how could I miss it."

  Half an hour later, Yang Zongbao regretted his decision to invite Zhou Yi together. Zhou Yi seemed to be going on a blind date, first taking a bath, shaving, styling his hair, and even trimming his eyebrows. He even changed clothes many times.

  "What are you doing?" Yang Zongbao couldn't help it anymore, and he kicked Zhou Yi's butt with one foot while the latter was still posing in front of the mirror.

  "Master..." Zhou Yi trailed off, rubbing his sore bottom as he got up.

  "Hurry up. Can you drive? Today we're going to be a bit high-profile." Yang Zongbao tossed a car key to Zhou Yi.

  "Can it be opened?" Zhou Yi's eyes lit up.

  "Cut the nonsense, I won't drive, today we'll make a big show of it." Yang Zongbao said with great magnanimity.

  Zhou Yi didn't dare say it out loud, but Yang Zongbao's outfit was like that, wanting to look cool wasn't going to work.

  Due to Zhou Yi's delay, Yang Zongbao and the others arrived about an hour later than the hospital's notification time. At first, Zhou Yi was afraid that Yang Zongbao would blame himself, so he secretly looked at Yang Zongbao's expression, seeing that he didn't look unhappy, and slightly breathed a sigh of relief.

  When entering the hospital, Yang Zongbao did not get off the car, but instead let Zhou Yi drive the car into the normal vehicle channel.

  Although the Q7 is not a high-end car, at this price point it's still passable in any city. So when Zhou Yi drove such an urban SUV into the hospital, it still attracted some attention.

  However, in the parking lot, except for the small parking spaces on the edges and corners, there are no good parking spaces left.

  "What's going on?" Zhou Yi asked, gripping the steering wheel, as the car behind them honked impatiently.

  "Squeeze in there." Yang Zongbao suddenly pointed at an A4.

  "But there's no parking space over there." Zhou Yi saw that next to the A4, there was an empty space, but it wasn't enough for an SUV.

  "I'm saying let's ram into each other." Yang Zongbao stretched his neck, grasped the handhold on top and said: "Let's see whose car is more solidly built."

  "Master..." Zhou Yi looked at Yang Zongbao in incredulity, thinking that his master had gone mad.

  Crash.

  Yang Zongbao suddenly let out a loud shout.

  Zhou Yi closed his eyes, stepped on the accelerator, and the Q7 rushed towards the A4 in front.

  Bang!

  Yang Zongbao's body was first tightly attached to the seat, and then he was violently thrown forward, with all the white airbags making contact with the air and inflating.

  Time was just a few seconds short, but Zhou Yi and Yang Zongbao sitting in the car felt that time was unexpectedly long.

  "It's really, too damn exciting. I just crashed a Q7, it's really too damn wasteful." Zhou Yi cursed with a trembling voice.

  "It's gone." Yang Zongbao opened the car door on his side and got out.

  "Oh." Zhou Yi also got off the bus afterwards. However, his legs went soft and he obediently stood behind Yang Zongbao after getting off.

  "This car is not bad, I'd still buy this one." Yang Zongbao commented with a tsking sound, looking at his own Q7 which had a slightly flattened front and the A4 which was completely deformed: "You really can't cut corners on this car. Look, only poor devils would buy those useless cars."

  "Ah?" Zhou Yi was momentarily stunned and didn't know why Yang Zongbao suddenly became so harsh.

  "It's this poor devil's car." Dean Chen came running over.

  Just now, someone heard that a car crashed in the hospital. Chen, who was dealing with the Yang Zongbao incident, thought of his beloved car and felt a sharp pain. He immediately dropped what he was doing and ran to the parking lot, but before he could say anything, the other person made a sarcastic remark.

  "Hey, Dean Chen? Sorry, I didn't know it was your car." Yang Zongbao nonchalantly patted the dust off his body that had been blown up by the airbag and said, "Dean Chen, you're also too careless about safety. With a car like this, someone could get killed in an accident."

  "Ah..." Dean Chen hesitated, holding back many words. Anyone who can climb to the position of dean is a mastermind. At first glance, Yang Zongbao's sudden move to crash his own car with a Q7 seems like an act of revenge. Many people can afford a Q7, but not many are willing to use it for revenge. After all, this car costs as much as a decent house in the city.

  Dean Chen temporarily held back his anger and said in a gentle tone: "Let's deal with other matters first, we'll talk about the car later."

  "I have no opinion." Yang Zongbao innocently spread his hands, expressing his helplessness. He pushed away the security guards and onlookers, walking towards the director's office.

  Zhou Yi quickly followed up and quietly gave Yang Zongbao a thumbs-up in front of his face.

  Yang Zongbao saw that Zhou Yixiao was not used to the look of a small person getting his way, so he gave him 5 chestnuts, which made Zhou Yixiao's slightly irregular mouth slightly more restrained.

  Director Chen hastily followed behind, who let him be shocked by Yang Zongbao's car accident.

  Walking into the office in the courtyard, Yang Zongbao was also straightforward and didn't have his usual humble demeanor, directly sitting down carelessly on the sofa opposite the patient's family.

  Director Chen walked in a step late, found his seat occupied, and couldn't hold back his anger, his face flushed: "Yang Zongbao, there's no place for you to sit here, get up."

  "Why isn't there anyone here? Doesn't this place have an owner?" Yang Zongbao asked with an innocent face, scanning the surroundings.

  "What's wrong? It was me who sat on it." Dean Chen's chest heaved violently. It was truly rare, in the midst of this cold winter, wearing so many layers and still being able to see the rise and fall of his chest, not a simple feat at all.

  "Well, you asked for it, this sofa is yours if you can get yourself out of it." Yang Zongbao shamelessly sank himself into the sofa.

  "That's a sofa, it's lifeless, try calling out to see." Dean Chen was so angry that his eyes were about to pop out of their sockets, and he started talking nonsense without realizing it.

  "This isn't mine, it's public, why should I be responsible?"

  "You..."

  "What's wrong with me? It's public, isn't it? Are you saying that only you can sit and I'm not allowed to?" Yang Zongbao continued his unreasonable attack.

  "You're shameless..."

  “……”

  "Alright, stop arguing, and don't be ashamed." Dean Li pounded the tea table, quieting down the two people who were arguing.

  Yang Zongbao finally faced the deceased's family with a serious expression and said sincerely, "I'm sorry, but the patient's death was not caused by me. I was just pushed out to take the blame. The real culprit is him." Yang Zongbao pointed at Li Jian who was sitting next to the deceased's family.

  "You spat blood at someone." Li Jian naturally denied it with a straight face.

  "Sorry, I don't have the guts to lie. This thing, no matter how the hospital explains it to you, is actually a medical accident. Before the patient's surgery, I found that there was something wrong with his heart and suggested doing an examination, but Dr. Li Jian disagreed and insisted on the operation. Later that night, during the rescue, when I arrived at the scene, the patient had already died. This is the whole truth, believe it or not. It doesn't make a difference to me because if the hospital wants me to take the blame then I won't be able to escape, but I think you should know the truth..."

  "Yang Zongbao..." Dean Li sternly rebuked Yang Zongbao to shut up.