The moment I mentioned getting fired, Fang Mingjie looked as though he had been struck by lightning.
"What did you say!"
"How could I possibly have been fired? Everything was going just fine at work!"
I could only tell him the truth.
After hearing me out, Fang Mingjie grabbed me by the throat as though we were mortal enemies. "Fuck! You bastard! This body of mine is fucking pushing forty! Do you know how hard it was for me to find a steady job?"
"I have a kid to feed! The bank's about to take my house, do you know that?"
Yi Yang and An Ning hurried over to break things up.
"It's just a job. You can find another one. How much could you possibly make as a security guard?"
"You don't know shit!"
Fang Mingjie was on the verge of a complete breakdown. "If I lose my house, where's my family supposed to live? At your place? You owe me a house!"
"Calm down, calm down," I hurriedly said. "You don't make much as a security guard anyway. You're so young, working security is a waste of your talents. I'll find you a job, one that pays more than security work, guaranteed. How about that?"
Fang Mingjie was gasping for breath. His emotions were swinging wildly.
It took him quite a while to settle down before he finally let go.
"Are you serious?"
"Absolutely. If I'm lying, I'm your son!"
"Then how much would this new job pay?"
"At least ten thousand, guaranteed. If it's less than ten thousand, then I, Song Xiaotian, am your son too!"
"Ten thousand?!"
Fang Mingjie was dumbstruck, a barely perceptible hint of delighted surprise appearing on his face. "That works. Yeah, that works. You're not lying to me, are you? If you