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

  Of course, the effort I made myself cannot be wasted and let others take advantage of it. On the way, Yang Zongbao gave Baoguo a call: "Baoguo, keep an eye on the door, don't leave anyone on the main road, keep the gate tight, not even a fly can get in."

  "Brother Bao, what have you done?"

  "What did I do? Can't you see clearly, you little brat? Tighten the reins for me and turn that pair of stirrups around. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite." Yang Zongbao thought to himself, earlier he had done something and Baoguo had hidden aside to watch him with clarity, now still pretending to be stupid with him, wasn't this looking for trouble?

  Back in the house, the old lady was there roasting tea cakes by the fire and watching TV. The air was filled with the refreshing scent of tea leaves.

  "Back from visiting?" The old lady handed Yang Zongbao a handkerchief when she saw him return.

  Yang Zongbao refused: "Hmm, the house is very big, don't know if it can be fully occupied."

  "Feng Huang, her mind is still sharp, she's just a bit impatient." The old lady suddenly mentioned.

  "Uh-huh, I know, teaching her a lesson right now." Yang Zongbao said as he handed the clothes in his hand to the old lady.

  "You're too ruthless." The old lady held her clothes and didn't make a sound for half a day.

  "Are you heartbroken?" Yang Zongbao retorted.

  "It's a lie if I say it doesn't hurt, but she is your wife, I have nothing to do with it."

  Since the old lady has made her position clear, Yang Zongbao doesn't care anymore.

  It started snowing heavily outside, and soon a layer of snow covered everything.

  Bao Guo called and said: "Brother Bao, forget it. The young lady is very stubborn and has been squatting in place for half a day."

  "Are you concerned?" Yang Zongbao's tone was unfriendly. Perhaps Bao Guo had been too friendly to the eldest sister.

  "Brother, don't, a girl, it's not good if she gets frostbite." Baoguo said from the other side, unaware of the urgency in his tone.

  "Wait." Yang Zongbao hung up the phone.

  "It's almost enough, don't overdo it." The old lady was watching TV, seemingly not talking to Yang Zongbao.

  "My province's, just don't want to trouble in the future. The big sister, obviously looks down on me, if not giving a strong impression at once, I'm afraid it won't be subdued." Yang Zongbao said calmly: "Wait and see later." After finishing, he continued to watch TV with peace of mind, and others had no way of knowing what he was thinking.

  The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and it was almost impossible to see anyone. Yang Zongbao finally got up and walked out.

  "Women sometimes need to be coaxed, your approach may have been unexpected, but it might have the opposite effect." The old lady said from behind.

  "I know."

  Yang Zongbao walked down the stairs.

  The snow outside is really deep, and it's been a while since I've seen anything below the knees.

  In the snowy ground, a jade statue of a woman, carved like a piece of jade, was squatting there. Her head had already been covered with a patch of snow. Yang Zongbao walked in front of her: "Do you think you are clean?"

  Yang Fenghua had been frozen to the point of numbness, unable to lift her head, and could only express her anger with her eyes. However, it was a pathetic discovery that even such a small movement seemed exceptionally difficult.

  "I know you'd rather see me dead right now. I just want you to know that everything you're going through today, I've been through too. The only difference is that you have people coming back to find you, while I had to leave on my own. So are you willing to make amends with me now? I can offer you two options." Yang Zongbao put his outer coat over Yang Fenghua's shoulders and picked her up, her whole body icy cold, looking like she'd suffered a lot: "First, you become my real daughter-in-law, and naturally all conflicts would be resolved; second, you hate me, use any means to take control of the entire Yang family, make me penniless, as revenge against me. Which one?"

  Feeling the body in his hand trembling slightly, Yang Zongbao smiled with satisfaction. No matter what her choice was, he wouldn't be at a disadvantage.

  When she returned to the house, the old lady had already gone back to her room. As soon as she landed, Yang Fenghua pushed open the door and saw Yang Zongbao leaning tightly against the heating basin. Looking at the clothes on the sofa that she was originally wearing, she hesitated for a long time before putting them on.

  It seems that after suffering for half a day, it wasn't in vain.

  "Do you know my situation now?" Yang Zongbao handed a bowl of hot blood to Yang Fenghuang.

  Yang Fenghua took it over and brought it close to her mouth, but suddenly a bowl of water was poured all over Yang Zongbao's face.

  His face suddenly hurt to death, but Yang Zongbao just wiped the water clean with his sleeve, squatted down and added a piece of tea cake to the fire: "It looks like you chose the second one. No problem, I won't stop you, go ahead."

  "What is your ultimate goal?"

  Indeed a capable woman, after acting on impulse, knows how to weigh gains and losses.

  "What's my purpose? Anyway, it's all good for you, right? We men and women getting married has nothing to do with each other, how great is that?" Yang Zongbao spread his hands out in a particularly innocent manner.

  "Will you help me?" Yang Fenghua asked.

  "No need, let's just rely on our own abilities. I suggest you go take a bath if your body is warm now, to avoid catching a cold."

  "No need for you to pretend to be kind." Although Yang Fenghua said so with her mouth, she still got up and did as Yang Zongbao said.

  "Who?" Yang Zongbao felt a chill on the back of his neck and fell off the sofa. The posture was extremely awkward.

  "Good kid, you're quite agile. With this protection, it's a bit easier." A bald head appeared in front of Yang Zongbao, but looked at Yang Zongbao's awkward posture with disdain.

  "If you hadn't attacked me from behind, I could have dodged more elegantly." Yang Zongbao knew that there was no danger in this house, so he rubbed his sore butt and sat back on the sofa.

  "Sneak attack? Don't make it sound so ugly, I'm just training your escape skills as someone's entrusted me to." Baldy said with a straight face.

  "I don't believe this society needs to flee for life, I am a law-abiding citizen, protected by the law," said Yang Zongbao.

  "Go ahead and make up an excuse, you're fooling yourself?" The bald man scratched his head impatiently: "Listen, my name in the Tao is Ri Gui. In the future, if you encounter trouble and I'm not around, just report my number. Generally, small ghosts won't get close. But..."

  "But what if I run into a big problem? Then I'm on my own, right?" Yang Zongbao continued his words: "You're saying that your so-called protection of me is just using your name."

  "Right on, you're indeed clever. I don't like it when monks are too rigid." The Rakshasa sat on the sofa and propped up his feet.

  "Hey monk? Where did you get tonsured?" Not saying anything, Yang Zongbao hadn't noticed yet, but as soon as he spoke, he saw that the ghost's neck, which had a ghost head tattoo on it, had nine scars from being caned.

  "Longhushan." The Japanese devil also didn't avoid it: "Jiangxi's, but it's okay, not too painful."

  "Oh, a drunkard and a monk, learning from Ji Gong?" Yang Zongbao rarely ridiculed people.

  "No, Jigong is free, I charge a fee." The ghost of the day pulled out 25,800 yuan.

  "What was it called before?" Yang Zongbao is a man who understands all aspects and never fights unprepared.

  "Can't say I've been wanted, but this is still the result of borrowing money from an old lady to get a facelift." The ghost touched his own face: "Not bad, right?"

  The man in front of him, tall and lean, with sunken cheeks, had a terrifying tattoo on his scalp that made him an easy target for others to focus on. Although there were no obvious scars from knives on his face, his sparse hair made him appear even less approachable.

  "If you want to follow me, please grow your hair, it will cause trouble for my life." Yang Zongbao said with a hint of evasion.

  "Hahaha... You two are just like grandfather and grandson, even your gloomy personalities are the same." The Oni burst out laughing.

  Yang Zongbao did not know that he and Old Lady Yang had made the same request.

  But even if you're dissatisfied with the other party, you have to swallow it because their combat power is not something you can withstand.

  "Off I go, so as not to make you unhappy. Don't look for me, when the time comes, I'll show up." The ghost patted its buttocks and left without a fart.

  Yang Zongbao was left alone in the living room, the TV screen still showing a cultural evening party with very festive colors. But Yang Zongbao's heart wasn't festive at all, this year had been too exhausting. The mental and physical struggles had taken their toll, and now he couldn't help but think of Liu Chun's advantages.

  Couldn't find any cigarettes in his pocket, for the first time Yang Zongbao felt so powerless.

  "Brother Bao." Baoguo handed Yang Zongbao a cigarette with a tacit understanding.

  Yang Zongbao took it over and didn't light it up directly hanging on his ear: "I quit smoking, this thing is bad for you if you smoke too much."

  "Brother Bao, you've really offended Big Sister this time, and your future days won't be easy." Bao Guo was truly worried about Yang Zongbao.

  "It's not going well." Yang Zongbao didn't explain to Baoguo that between men and women, it was a game of who wins and who loses, and the outcome was still uncertain. The current Yang Feng must look down on herself and doesn't even want to see her own face. But after today's commotion, she left an indelible impression on that arrogant girl. Next, there will definitely be endless blows. This is what Yang Zongbao wants - a stagnant pool of water can't stir up big waves, only by stirring it up can one fish in the muddy waters.

  "Miss Yang is not a fool, she's in charge of the entire Huaxing Group's circulating funds." Bao Guo introduced Yang Fenghua to Yang Zongbao: "She has a good investment vision."

  "Oh." It seems that none of these things are what Yang Zongbao is concerned about. What he hopes for is that Yang Fenghuang's abilities will be even greater.

  "Brother Bao, I don't know what you want to do, but the Yang family has a share for you, so..."

  "Protect the country, you know." Yang Zongbao suddenly stared at Baoguo with a serious expression, until the latter completely surrendered.

  "Okay, brother, you love doing what you want to do, no matter what I will support you."

  Before the 15th, Yang Zongbao had no shifts, so he could rest here for a dozen days without any problem. However, resting for a dozen days without any special reason was not something Yang Zongbao could do. With money in hand, it kept jumping around in his pocket. Yang Zongbao also had shopping desires, but they weren't for clothes, rather some medical instruments.

  Yang Zongbao had long coveted that kind of holographic brain scanner. It can reflect the situation in the human brain in real-time. The human brain is equivalent to being naked and bare in front of this instrument, with no secrets at all. However, due to its high price, it has not been introduced domestically for the time being. So I had to settle for second best and draw a picture myself. Drawing the human body is a unique and crude way to learn anatomy.

  In the next few days, there was nothing to do, just accompanying the old lady to eat and that's it, almost all of my own free time. The young lady from the Yang family had long since disappeared. Bao Guo and Zhou Yi always followed Yang Zongbao around, like two golden guardians.

  Yang Zongbao lived in the same house as the old lady, but the old lady lived on the west side and Yang Zongbao lived on the east side. The two of them hardly ever met except at mealtimes. It seemed like there was a maid living in the house, but Yang Zongbao hadn't seen anyone for several days. At mealtime, food would appear on the table by itself. Every day, his dirty underwear would be replaced with clean ones and left in the basket outside his room door. The house seemed to have a magical presence, like a Snail Girl.