Break It, It's Cheap

The day of the company's annual meeting arrived quickly.

Onstage, every department blossomed in its own way. Some performed magic tricks, some sang, and some did street dance.

Zhu Yu followed Shen Jingmo around, scoring the performances. The prize for this year's winning department was a 500-gram gold bar for every employee in the department—each one a full 500 grams.

Zhu Yu had personally gone to the vault to retrieve the prize gold bars. God knew, the vault was even bigger than his own home, with rows upon rows of shelves standing inside.

When Zhu Yu saw an entire shelf of 500-gram gold bars, his eyes lit up. My god, what kind of wealth is this? Even TV dramas wouldn't dare portray it like this.

Before Zhu Yu could calm down, he spotted even larger gold bars on several shelves farther back.

Zhu Yu's heart trembled. He immediately swore to himself that he would weld himself to this company for the rest of his life. No one could pry him away—unless all the gold bars here were stolen.

After leaving the vault, Zhu Yu felt as though he was radiating the scent of money.

Zhu Yu took off his glasses and wiped the lenses.

Coming back to himself, Zhu Yu looked at the performances onstage. Every department had put on an excellent show.

The rankings were neck and neck, with no clear winner.

But in the end, the grand prize went to the Security Department, which had performed a skit.

"Boss, it's time for you to go onstage and present the award." Zhu Yu held a small tray.

Shen Jingmo nodded, rose from the sofa, and turned to take the tray.

But he could not pull it free.

"Hm?" Shen Jingmo looked at Zhu Yu in confusion when he refused to let go.

"Boss, take it." Zhu Yu tried hard to control his gaze and not look at the gold bars. So many huge gold bars were about to leave him.

[I want gold bars too. Boohoo...]

Shen Jingmo was speechless. Did someone earning tens of millions a year really care about this?

While the two were locked in a stalemate, a woman burst in from outside.

"Shen Jingmo! You actually laid such cruel hands on your own aunt and uncle! Are you even human?" Shen Jing ran furiously up to Shen Jingmo, pointing at him as she shouted.

Shen Jingmo let go and looked at the disheveled Shen Jing before curling his lips. "Was it me who acted ruthlessly, or was it you who tried to kill me?"

Seeing the scene before him, Zhu Yu quickly handed the tray to Xiao Zhuang beside him and told him to deliver it to the Security Department first.

The thing he had worried about had happened after all.

"I'm telling you, Shen Jingmo, even if I become a ghost, I won't let you off! Your lousy company is holding a meeting? I'll make sure none of you can hold it!"

Shen Jing saw the table beside her with a champagne tower on it and reached out to flip the tablecloth directly.

Screech...

The table slid forward a step along with Shen Jing's movement.

Shen Jing stared blankly at the completely intact glasses in front of her. Not a single one was damaged or even moved.

Refusing to believe it, Shen Jing yanked the tablecloth again.

Screech...

The table slid forward another step with her movement.

"What the hell is this?!" Shen Jing was so furious that her eyes turned red and bloodshot. She casually grabbed a nearby glass and smashed it against the floor.

The instant the glass hit the ground, it actually bounced slightly before landing intact and soundlessly on the floor.

"Pfft... Hahaha!" Seeing this, the surrounding employees finally could not hold back their laughter. This was too hilarious.

It had clearly been an incredibly tense situation, yet it now looked like the scene of a comedy skit.

Zhu Yu quietly covered his mouth and brought over several more empty champagne glasses from the side. "Miss Shen, there are more here. If you still don't feel better, you can keep smashing them. It's fine if they break. They're cheap."

Hearing that, Shen Jingmo happily took a sip of the wine in his glass.

Shen Jing, meanwhile, trembled with rage and glared viciously at Zhu Yu. "You've gone too far!!!"

"I didn't. Don't make things up." Zhu Yu pointed at himself with an innocent expression. She had clearly barged in first to cause trouble, so how could she say he was bullying her?

Looking at Zhu Yu's innocent expression, Shen Jing suddenly laughed again. "Shen Jingmo, has your company fallen this low already? You can't even bear to use glass cups now? Let me see—does a boss like you have to use plastic now? Wouldn't that be a joke if people heard about it?"

Shen Jing suddenly rushed in front of Shen Jingmo, snatched the wine glass from his hand, and viciously smashed it onto the floor.

Bang... With a loud crash, shards of glass scattered everywhere.

Shen Jing stared in disbelief at the real wine glass before her.

Zhu Yu clutched his chest when he saw this. "Miss Shen, you really have good taste. You broke the only expensive wine glass at the entire annual meeting. This glass was worth at least this much."

Zhu Yu held up four fingers, looking as though Shen Jing had gotten a bargain.

Seeing the four fingers raised before her, Shen Jing felt the world spin. She fell backward onto the carpet and fainted.

"Ah, Miss Shen, are you all right? Quickly, summon the imperial physician—oh, no, quickly call someone!" Zhu Yu looked at the person lying on the ground and hurriedly waved at Xiao Zhuang.

Xiao Zhuang had just returned after delivering the gold bars and witnessed the previous scene. He was still caught up in his admiration when he suddenly heard his idol speak and quickly pulled out his phone to dial 120.

Zhu Yu stood beside Shen Jingmo and watched Shen Jing get taken away.

"Boss, what do you think of my performance?" Zhu Yu rubbed his hands together and looked at Shen Jingmo.

"Not bad." Shen Jingmo nodded.

"Just not bad?" Zhu Yu's lips immediately drooped.

[You're not just going to give me some verbal praise and leave it at that, are you? Give me something real, Boss.]

[Don't pity me just because I'm a delicate flower. Please beat me to death with gold. I can take it!]

Shen Jingmo's mouth twitched when he heard those two thoughts. A delicate flower?

"Yeah. What else could there be?" Shen Jingmo deliberately did not respond the way Zhu Yu wanted. He turned and walked toward the elevator.

"I think my performance deserves an amazing reward."

"Are you really not going to reconsider, Boss? Are you really leaving?"

"At least hesitate a little."

Zhu Yu shouted unwillingly from behind him.

"Then go to the vault and take a 500-gram gold bar yourself. Consider it your year-end bonus." Just as Shen Jingmo stepped into the elevator, he said the words that made Zhu Yu blossom with joy.

"Got it, thank you, Boss!!!" Thank you, my golden thigh!!!