Recruiting Liu Chuang

Liu Chuang jumped three feet into the air, grinning like an idiot.

He had only heard the news and been egged on by some newly recruited underlings to come give it a try.

He had not held out any hope himself.

After all, he knew what kind of person he was.

He had dropped out of high school. Only after going out to work did he realize how hard it was to survive in society, but by then it was too late. He had applied phone screen protectors and hauled bricks at construction sites. In the end, when a contractor refused to pay him, he led people to demand their wages and beat the man up. It was as if a switch had been flipped, setting him down this road of no return.

At first, he had been cautious, but gradually, he realized that one had to be ruthless to make it in this society. If you were not ruthless, you would only be trampled underfoot. Besides, he did not know whether he really had connections. Every time he got caught after a fight, he was always the first one released.

But he truly did not remember having any high-ranking official relatives.

After he became known, his fights only grew more vicious.

And throughout it all, it seemed true that he went unpunished. Over the past two days, he had become increasingly certain of it.

But just when he thought he really had connections, and that as long as he did not kill anyone, breaking a leg or arm would probably be no big deal and he could swagger around as he pleased, he actually got into a major corporation!

He would not have to run the streets anymore!

What a joke.

Who would still run with gangs if they could have a respectable, legitimate job?!

"Hm?"

Zhao Xin grunted.

"Ah? Zhao, Xin, Xin, Brother Xin, what is it?" Liu Chuang stammered, lowering his posture as he asked.

"Mm, Chuangzi, if there are no problems, sign the contract now." Zhao Xin deliberately put on the airs of a big shot.

"Ah? Okay, okay, okay. Hehe, thank you, Brother Xin."

Liu Chuang signed with a grin.

"By the way, your contract is a little special. Are you willing to work paid overtime? Triple pay."

"Overtime? Paid? Triple?! No problem!"

"I can work overtime until I drop dead!"

Liu Chuang shouted.

"Alright, alright. Sign it already."

"Oh, oh, yes, yes. Hehe."

"By the way, Chuangzi, remember to follow orders from now on. As for certain bad habits, hehe, we go way back. You know my temper. When the time comes, I will not make things difficult for you. I will just dock your pay. How about it?"

Zhao Xin wore a wicked grin.

Liu Chuang straightened his back.

"Dock my pay?!"

"Don't worry. I'll disband them later."

"Good. That's all I needed to hear."

"..."

"This is Liu Chuang's activity record and detailed information from the past two days. We discovered..."

Subduing Liu Chuang

"...with Zhao Xin and Liu Chuang already involved, the probability is low. I suspect..."

"Did Han Fei guess something?"

The speaker was a tall, voluptuous blonde woman with delicate features and an expression as cold as ice.

"Given the uncontrollable nature the other party has displayed, I believe we should guide Liu Chuang."

Her words were somewhat grave as she spoke through white gauze gloves.

Dukao looked at the image of Liu Chuang on the screen, his thick brows slightly furrowed.

Liu Chuang was happily joining the security department, while Han Fei had never appeared from beginning to end.

"Lian Feng, do you think Han Fei really inherited an alien legacy?"

Dukao suddenly asked.

There was some uncertainty in his voice.

Lian Feng thought for a moment, then slowly shook her head. "I'm not sure. But whether he did or not, we cannot act rashly."

"Hah... you're right. Strengthen surveillance. As for Liu Chuang, guide him appropriately. See whether Han Fei contacts him, then make a decision."

Lian Feng glanced at the screen, subconsciously wanting to say something.

For instance, Liu Chuang's value as the Nuo Xing War God should not be used as a test. But then she remembered that it was merely an unactivated gene, and they would be monitoring him...

"Yes."

Lian Feng withdrew.

Dukao continued staring at the screen for a long time without speaking.

On the other side.

Han Fei was also observing.

He wanted to see whether they would make a move over Liu Chuang. No, they definitely would, but what kind of move would it be? Would it be a major one?

He wanted to gauge their attitude.

Several days passed in a row.

During that time, aside from occasionally chatting with Qi Lin and handling some matters, Han Fei had no contact whatsoever with Liu Chuang.

As for the Denor side, they seemed to have merely tightened their surveillance.

Han Fei decided to intensify the test.

So, on this day.

"Ahem."

"Hello, Boss!"

"Ahem, ahem." The coughing suddenly became more urgent.

"Boss?"

Han Fei looked speechlessly at the tall, burly man in a black security uniform, whose face was currently full of fawning eagerness.

"Liu Chuang, sit."

Han Fei spoke pleasantly.

Liu Chuang was flattered.

Although the two had been on unpleasant terms before, Han Fei now held a high position, while Liu Chuang made his living under him. Such a friendly attitude naturally made him uneasy.

"Chuangzi, do you have a dream?"

Han Fei stopped Liu Chuang from moving, poured two cups of black tea, and handed one to him.

Liu Chuang sat with his back ramrod straight. He froze briefly at Han Fei's question, then a flash of understanding passed through his eyes. In a loud voice, as though swearing an oath, he said,

"My dream is to become a security guard for the Black Star Group. I've already achieved it. Next, I will devote myself to the great Black Star Group—"

"Stop, stop, stop."

"I'm asking about your real dream. Do you know how I climbed step by step to where I am? It's because I had dreams!"

Yeah, right!

"I'm asking about your dream now because I want to know what you think. Don't worry, I'm only asking. You've been here long enough to understand our company's rules and regulations. I won't mess with you over this."

Han Fei spoke seriously.

Liu Chuang seemed somewhat dazed, perhaps puzzled by Han Fei's frankness, or perhaps deep in thought.

After a long while.

"I don't really have any dreams. When I was little, my dreams were the same as everyone else's—becoming some kind of scientist or soldier. When I grew up, I just wanted to enjoy other people's admiration and respect. But in this society, you need money for that. I wasn't cut out for studying, and my temper was too explosive, so I simply dropped out. I thought I could carve out a place for myself, but..."

Liu Chuang's face was full of bitterness.

"My current situation is completely opposite from what I once imagined. Nobody respects me. There's only fear and disgust..."

"After all these years, I really don't have any dreams left. If I had to name one, it would be to live well. Mm, to live with money. And if possible, it would be even better to live with people's respect."

"Good! Very well said!"

Han Fei applauded, looking at him with clear approval.

"I can help you!"

"Liu Chuang, I think highly of you. You're talented. Don't let yourself be buried!"

"Money? I have plenty of it here. I can let you return home in glory!"

"Respect? Become a supervisor, a department head, even a director. Once you have money, make a few investments, do some charity work, and naturally people will respect you!"

"So, Liu Chuang, will you follow me?"

Han Fei's words were like venomous snakes, viciously piercing Liu Chuang's heart.

However.

They sounded far too unreal.

He had no education, and his previous identity was hardly respectable. Why would Han Fei spend so much on him? Could it be...

His experience from running with gangs told him there was no free lunch. Did he have some kind of value?

The other party was painting such a grand picture. Maybe he wanted Liu Chuang to be a scapegoat.

But.

Money, respect, living openly and honorably.

How wonderful.

This was an opportunity.

"Boss, can I ask why?"

In the end, Liu Chuang decided to be straightforward. Cowering was not in his nature!

If Han Fei really wanted him to do something like murder as a dirty glove, he would not dare!

And he did not want to!

Han Fei leaned back in his chair.

Then he turned around.

And looked at the sky outside the window.

"You can consider it recruitment, or an investment."

"An investment?"

"Knowing too much right now won't do you any good, but it isn't the kind of thing you're imagining, like murder, framing someone, and then being discarded afterward." Han Fei glanced at him.

Liu Chuang smiled awkwardly.

"Well, it's hard not to think too much."

Han Fei did not mind. He waved his hand.

"In short, it's an investment in your future. Are you willing?"

Liu Chuang gritted his teeth.

Thinking of his bleak twenty-odd years.