In Front of My House Stand Two Trees: One Is a Hawthorn Tree, and the Other Is Also a Hawthorn Tree

By that calculation, there really seemed to be a pretty high chance that wage slaves with only one day off worked fewer days than those with two days off—and by a margin of ten or even several decades.

Zeng Zi'ang was having a hard time processing it.

Damn.

Lin Li's angle of thought was suspiciously bizarre, yet painfully incisive.

"Lin Li, who taught you to think about problems from that angle?" After a moment of silence, Zeng Zi'ang could not help commenting, "That's too hellish."

Lin Li said, "Hawking."

Zeng Zi'ang said, "?"

Fuck.

That was even more hellish.

No wonder Hawking was so smart. It seemed inseparable from how he "never ran away from difficult problems or kicked them aside and pretended they did not exist, but instead found another angle from which to seek a solution."

No, what the hell was he thinking?!

After driving all the bizarre thoughts from his mind, Zeng Zi'ang looked shaken and hurriedly returned to something humans ought to discuss.

"Hawking isn't important. Anyway, I'm especially satisfied with this job. The internship pay is just a little low, and even after becoming permanent, it won't be that high. But what more could I ask for? You can't have your fish and bear's paw too."

Fish is what I desire, and bear's paw is also what I desire. Getting both is called a fucking craving disorder.

"Then congratulations, bro." Lin Li responded with a smile.

Lin Li had only struck up the conversation so things would not feel awkward between them. Now that the conversation had temporarily ended and his goal had been achieved, they both began focusing on their work.

"Lin Li." He heard another new voice calling his name.

He really was popular this morning.

This time, though, he could tell