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

  "Oh, Yang's residence..." Zhang Man thought for a moment, but immediately opened an even sweeter smile: "In that case, there's nothing to say. We're all concerned about new residents here, so once we meet, we'll investigate their identity. Since you live in Yang's residence, there's nothing to be said. This weekend, I'm hosting a dinner party at my place, can you come and make an appearance? Let everyone get familiar with each other?"

  The other party's social skills are very mature, and Yang Zongbao can't find a reason to refuse. Moreover, it is indeed an opportunity to expand his social circle, living in Furong Road is either rich or noble. Thinking of this, Yang Zongbao replied with great pleasure: "Thank you, I will definitely attend on time."

  The meal was eaten very happily, and the other party's knowledge was extremely broad. They could talk about anything for a few sentences. In just half an hour, Yang Zongbao had already determined that the other party was a player. He had dabbled in music, chess, books, and painting, and what was rare was that he grasped human relationships and social norms very accurately, without making the other party feel invaded.

  "It was a pleasure talking to you, so let's part ways for now. I'm looking forward to seeing you on Saturday. You can bring your girlfriend too." Zhang Man quickly blinked his eyes and left.

  Yang Zongbao doesn't go to work anyway, and has time to idle around, so he stays in place to enjoy the morning of Furong Road.

  The lotus path seems to have no busy people, everyone is enjoying a leisurely coffee, jogging, walking... everything is in slow motion.

  "Hey, how do you know the food at this café is good?" Yang Fenghua, wearing a pink tracksuit, sat across from Yang Zongbao, followed by Mei Wenxin, dressed in white.

  "It was a man named Zhang Man who brought me here." Yang Zongbao had no intention of hiding it.

  "Zhang Man?" Yang Fenghua's voice rose.

  Soon Yang Zongbao found that Yang Fenghua was looking at him with a scrutinizing gaze: "What's wrong?" Yang Zongbao asked.

  "There's nothing, just don't know why Zhang Man's wife took a liking to you." Yang Fenghua took over Yang Zongbao's unfinished coffee and drank a mouthful, continuing: "That's the famous black widow around here."

  "What's up?" Yang Zongbao and Yang Fenghua shared a cup of coffee.

  "Think about it, a woman who has lost her husband and has no source of income, what qualifications does she have to buy a house here?" Yang Fenghua snapped her fingers: "Every weekend, there will be a dinner party held here, at Zhang Man's house. Those who are invited must either be rich or noble, or else they must have remarkable abilities. I've looked you up and down several times, but I haven't found any of those qualities in you. But first, tell me, were you invited?"

  "Saturday." Yang Zongbao replied.

  "Oh, who are you planning to take?" Yang Fenghua asked.

  Yang Zongbao found that Mei Wenshen, who had been silent all along, was also slightly trembling when she heard this question.

  "Plum blossom warm bar." Yang Zongbao thought for a moment.

  "What do you mean?" Yang Fenghua slapped the table and stood up.

  "If I take you there, are you willing?" Yang Zongbao asked back.

  "That's right. But how did you know I didn't want to? Hmph." Yang Fenghua stood up and ran off in a huff.

  The remaining two people had nothing to say.

  "Thank you." Mei Wenxin broke the silence first.

  "What's good to eat? I didn't notice, have you had any pocket money recently?" Yang Zongbao suddenly asked.

  "Me... " Mei's gentle voice trailed off as she lowered her head.

  It's all right if Meiyu doesn't cause trouble for her family; it can't be considered a blessing.

  "There will be some income from going to work, although not much, but it's enough. Eating at home doesn't cost much money." Mei Wenxin replied slowly, her face flushing bright red.

  "This is for you." Yang Zongbao pulled out a check from his pocket and handed it to Mei Wenxin: "It's not much money, but you should also buy something for yourself."

  "I don't want it." Mei Wenxin hastily pushed it outwards.

  "You're coming with me to the banquet on Saturday, get yourself ready." Yang Zongbao made an excuse to ask Mei Wenxin's subordinate: "How have you been?"

  "It's great." Mei Wenxi said was the truth, now although not as glorious and free as before, but her stepfather didn't dare to bother her, and she didn't have to rush to sell herself. So Mei Wenxi cherished her current life very much, although it was hard, but there was still hope. Now she was also an assistant to the financial director, and outsiders couldn't look down on her. Even if there were private rumors, they didn't dare to speak out loud when facing her.

  "You now love wearing white clothes." Yang Zongbao said in one sentence.

  "......" Mei Wenxin was speechless, feeling extremely dirty after that incident, as if wearing white could cover up some of it. Mei Wenxin's arms tightened around herself.

  "You look good in white." Yang Zongbao sighed and decided not to force her anymore.

  "Really?" Mei Wen asked helplessly.

  "Really."

  After getting Yang Zongbao's affirmative reply, Mei Wenxin relaxed.

  Fewer and fewer people were having breakfast, Yang Zongbao only then realized that he had spent too much time. He called the waiter to pay the bill, and then walked back with Mei Wenxin together.

  Mei Wenxin without makeup is beautiful, and on the road, there are people who turn their heads to look back at her. Yang Zongbao casts admiring glances at her. However, Mei Wenxin has become numb to such gazes, and all her attention is focused on Yang Zongbao.

  The two returned to Yang's residence and went to take a bath separately. Today is Thursday, the banquet on Saturday, Yang Zongbao felt that it was better to rest for a while and did not want to run around.

  "Yang, let's go fishing." George suddenly burst into Yang Zongbao's bathroom while he was taking a bath, excitedly saying.

  "Get out." Yang Zongbao picked up a soap and threw it over.

  Satisfied with hearing George's loud roar, he quickly rinsed off the foam on his body.

  "I'm saying can't you be a bit more manly?" Yang Zongbao said irritably while wiping his hair.

  "Sorry about that." George stifled his mouth, but immediately became excited again: "Uncle Mei is really a good person, gave me a set of fishing gear and said the lake here can be fished. Yang, let's go, you make us diced pepper fish head for lunch."

  Yang Zongbao really couldn't stand George's chatter and could only agree.

  So two lunatics, under the strange gaze of others, at 10 o'clock in the morning, with two small stools, sat on the side of Furong Road's main road, fishing.

  Yang Zongbao had no fishing gear and could only read books. The Yang residence didn't have many books, only "Quotations from Chairman Mao". Under the circumstances, he could only read that.

  George had no fishing experience at all and would start yelling as soon as there was any movement, like a long-haired monkey jumping around.

  All of this has nothing to do with Yang Zongbao. As an old antique from the new century, Yang Zongbao doesn't like watching computers, doesn't like reading magazines, doesn't like watching TV, only likes reading books, and likes all kinds of books without being picky. In special times, even "Quotations from Chairman Mao" seems brilliant.

  Suddenly the red-haired monkey is now a black-haired monkey who has jumped tiredly and sat down beside Yang Zongbao.

  "Yang, when you grew up, for three years without taking your own income, all invested in the construction of the hospital. This year is already the fourth year, you should start to get your share of money."

  "I know, so I'll go next year." Yang Zongbao said seriously to George.

  "But those old people won't easily give up on getting the most profit from you, so be prepared. They might come up with all sorts of excuses to ask for money."

  "I knew, so you think why I would go in as an intern? So what you need to do is make sure no one knows that I'm one of the hospital's shareholders." Yang Zongbao didn't take his eyes off the book, making it hard not to wonder if he could multitask.

  "Don't worry about that, I've thought of it too. Once you go in, you'll definitely be screwed to death." George burst out laughing.

  "It's better this way, otherwise I'll be disappointed. Without rules and regulations, a hospital that doesn't treat its doctors with strictness won't be a good hospital." Yang Zongbao had some expectations, having never stayed in a foreign hospital before, he didn't know how different it would be from domestic ones.

  "I've also settled the problem with those two people, but it's all in vain. I reckon I'll have to suffer."

  "If they didn't suffer, I wouldn't send them away."

  "Yang, what are you up to? I feel like you're plotting something big." George asked suddenly.

  "No, I am as pure as a clear spring." Yang Zongbao vehemently denied.

  "The spring water isn't pure at all, there are tens of billions of cells in it." George muttered.

  "What did you say?" Yang Zongbao asked loudly.

  "No, nothing, just telling you, old man, get ready to die, our hospital's interns don't have their own time." George jumped back again.

  Ultraviolet rays will not completely disappear due to seasonal differences. Even in spring, Yang Zongbao was still sunburned.

  George doesn't look like he has patience, always jumping around everywhere, but if you observe carefully, what he does is not without reason. Birds of a feather flock together, the people Yang Zongbao associates with are absolutely not stupid, even if he himself isn't clever, Yang Zongbao will find ways to get brains from elsewhere and stuff them into his head.

  George and those who are recognized as geniuses have a lot in common, they are talented but careless and frivolous. However, these cannot hide his true talent. George is someone who has suffered together with himself, only to be adopted by others at the time, while he returned to his grandparents' home. But the connection between them has never been broken, they are trench brothers, teammates. Many things, just one word and the other knows what to do.

  At noon, Uncle Mei sent eel rice to the two people who didn't know how to go home.

  Until midnight George didn't catch a single shrimp.

  "We'll continue tomorrow," George said when the sun still had a thread of light.

  "Good."

  Yang Zongbao doesn't care; anyway, wherever he goes, he won't have to do anything himself and can just sit there.

  The next morning, Yang Zongbao was dug out of his quilt by George.

  The two came back to the lake again. Yang Zongbao continued reading his book, while George stared at the fishing rod without saying a word.

  The strange combination surprisingly didn't have anyone come forward to disturb it, this community is also weird.

  "George, I'm hungry, go buy me some breakfast." Yang Zongbao lay down on the green belt by the lake, and there were still stars in the sky. Looks like he got up too early.

  There were three brand new fishing books placed beside George. Yang Zongbao didn't even know when he bought them.

  George was reading a book while practicing. Yang Zongbao was also curious and picked one up, almost laughing out loud: "This is about catching sharks."

  "Huh? There's no difference here, I think fish are all about the same." George looked at the book in Yang Zongbao's hand and said puzzled: "Fish aren't all the same, just big or small."

  Yang Zongbao found it difficult to understand George's logic, and could only weakly assume that his own nerves were not strong enough. In the end, he had no choice but to give up understanding George and lay down on the green belt to study the sunrise.