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When Yan Li was invited into Heaven Origin Morning Light Co., Ltd., he still had not come back to his senses.

Especially when the young man beside him took off his clothes and announced that he was done pretending, that he was coming clean, and that he was Chen Yu, Yan Li briefly suspected his illness was contagious and had infected the young man in front of him.

But after the collective contracts were signed and they received salaries of five thousand yuan a month, he and his fifty brothers realized they had truly encountered a benefactor.

"President Chen, you really are President Chen." Yan Li said uneasily. "I thought you were here to scam us too. What a mess this has become. If it really won't work, you can fire us. Just give us a meal."

"Enough, enough." Chen Yu covered his face. "It's just a little money. Only two hundred and fifty thousand a month."

"That's right, take it." Xu Youran said emotionally. "Spending a little more money will ease my pressure too."

Yan Li had initially wanted to refuse, but then he thought of his son, who lacked money for reference books; his sick mother at home; and his wife, who went to the market every day to pick up discarded vegetable leaves and occasionally sold blood to support the family. He swallowed his words.

He was sixty this year. He did not have many years left to live, so he would do whatever work he could.

Five thousand yuan a month would let him balance his income and expenses. His son would no longer need to rent out his Spiritual Root, and he could have more time to cultivate each day.

And if President Chen really was doing something shady, then this crippled body of his