"You old bastard, what gives?!"
Xu Yuanqing was stunned and burst into curses.
But all he got in return was silence.
Zhao Zicheng's eyes immediately lit up. "Thank you, Grandpa Principal! As your junior, I'm sorry to trouble you to stand up for me personally. I'd like to offer you two credits as a token of my respect!"
He called him Principal over and over, his voice dripping with sweetness.
"Good boy. Go collect ten credits."
"Charge them all to Xu Yuanqing."
The voice from the loudspeaker seemed extremely pleased with Zhao Zicheng. With a grand gesture, it doubled the credits.
Xu Yuanqing leaned against the wall, looking as though he had nothing left to live for.
Utterly despondent.
He had gotten up early to be a model worker precisely to earn money.
Why...
Had he lost money again?
"Let's get serious."
"I won't mock you, and you won't ignore me."
"The sooner we finish talking, the sooner we can leave."
"I'm still waiting to get some sleep."
Xu Yuanqing cleared his throat and decisively stopped Zhao Zicheng, who was about to speak again.
If things kept going like this...
He might lose the next several years of his salary.
"First, let's talk about Zhao Zicheng's problem."
"You're too stubborn."
"Take the Arena Tournament. Whether you made the top eight or not, would it have affected who won the championship?"
"You just had to get yourself injured all over."
"Wasting precious cultivation time."
"If you keep this up, when will you ever reach Fourth Awakening?"
"What will you do if you end up a tail-ender?"
Xu Yuanqing looked exceptionally solemn.
Zhao Zicheng looked at Xu Yuanqing and hesitated for a long time before finally speaking quietly. "Well... I feel like I should be able to reach Fourth Awakening in a