You have eye gunk

In the end, under the special assistant's piercing stare through his lenses, Luo Chen reluctantly snatched up the toilet brush.

Before turning to leave, he made sure to curl his lips into a smile that was seventy percent cold disdain and thirty percent mockery.

"Assistant Chen, sooner or later, I'll take off your glasses and grind them under my heel."

"I'll make you wish you were dead, without letting you die!"

"They're just glasses. No one's dying," Assistant Chen said with a wave. "Dismissed for now. Meet in the dining room in half an hour to eat."

With that, he walked away with measured, square steps.

The second-to-last-place finisher angrily flung the clothes he was about to hang up back into the washbasin.

"He actually dares to order us around now?"

"Number Four, didn't you study law?"

"Hurry up and find a loophole so we can lock him up!"

Luo Chenghai continued hanging the laundry in an orderly fashion. "Why lock him up? I'm in first place anyway. I don't have to take any punishment."

At those words, Luo Yu's gaze grew a shade more sinister. "Number Four, don't get smug too soon. Don't you understand that everyone gets their turn?"

"Even then, it comes down to ability." The overseas-educated law master's graduate, who had always been a model student and outstanding student leader, striving for excellence and taking first place, dusted off his hands. "Task complete. Now I just wait for dinner."

"You-"

Standing beneath the veranda in the villa's garden and watching it all, Chen Bei offered the cameraman a handful of sunflower seeds. "Want some?"

The cameraman accepted them nervously. "Aren't you afraid they'll get into a fight?"

If top-tier alphas all released their pheromones at once, the ordinary people around them wouldn't be able to withstand it!

Chen Bei said, "A fight would be good. Too much unity makes them hard to manage."

Seeing the cameraman still looking doubtful, he curved his lips. "Please trust the expertise of a part-time HR professional."

[Haha, Assistant Chen has real wisdom. He knows to pick off the enemy one at a time.]

[Wait, aren't these all super-smart Young Masters from wealthy business families? How are they getting played by a mere omega? Does that make sense? Is the show forcibly making them stupid?]

[What do you mean, a mere omega? We've already had reform and opening-up, and your brain is still bound up like an old-fashioned foot? Don't you know omegas make up half the national think tank?]

[Get lost with that discrimination. I think the current situation is perfectly normal. The Luo Family has always had serious infighting. Even people outside business circles know that, okay?]

Seeing that comment, Director Meng nodded in agreement.

Exactly. Everyone knew the Luo Family's four Young Masters fought both openly and in secret.

Not only did they wield power in the capital markets and establish subsidiaries to build their own power bases, but their rivalry became even more tangible in the entertainment industry, where all sorts of monsters showed their true colors.

For instance,

No sooner had Luo Chen been linked romantically to a rising young actress than an overseas magazine would break a story about Luo Yu clashing with an international superstar.

No sooner had Luo Ming established an entertainment division at his subsidiary than the law master's student still on campus would take on a thorny case involving the entertainment industry's shady dealings.

Industry insiders had seen it so often that they no longer found it surprising.

Besides, variety shows needed to spark conflict.

If everyone acted like loving, respectful brothers, what the hell would there be to watch?

They might as well go home, park themselves in front of the TV, and watch an eight-hundred-episode drama!

At that thought, Director Meng picked up his walkie-talkie. "More drama, more drama! Cameras, keep up. Don't miss a single argument. Whoever gets the most footage gets extra KPI points!"

"You got it!"

Several walkie-talkies answered in unison.

And so, footage of the Luo Group's executive president scrubbing toilets hard in a bespoke suit, captured by cameramen from all sorts of professional angles, with his noble, icy allure occasionally shining through, swiftly took over the trending lists.

#So this is what a wealthy CEO is really like?#

#The domineering CEO looks so damn hot scrubbing toilets#

#As a Luo Group employee I can no longer bear to watch#

#The cleaning lady says President Luo's professional toilet-scrubbing skills need improvement#

Meng Han logged into his alternate Weibo account, tapped a trending image, and burst out laughing. Then his slender fingertips landed on the on-screen keyboard.

[Sure enough, domineering CEOs and toilets are the perfect match.]

He had just posted the comment when his agent climbed into the front passenger seat of the minivan. "Pack tonight. You're joining the shoot first thing tomorrow morning."

Meng Han locked his phone without a word.

His agent was a beta, a total workaholic who wasn't sensitive to pheromones and had no sympathy at all for an omega's frailty. Turning around, he asked,

"Not happy with the company's arrangements? How about I send you to a dinner, and you win over another director and join a short-drama production?"

Meng Han clutched his jeans hard, his knuckles turning slightly white.

Abruptly, he let go. "All right. I agree to do the variety show."

"Ha, it's not up to you to agree. The contract's already signed." His agent sneered and handed over a script. "Study it carefully. Memorize your lines and persona. No changing anything on your own, or you'll owe a breach-of-contract penalty."

Meng Han obediently took it, then heard his agent continue, "Actually, the persona the production team gave you is pretty close to who you are. Just play yourself."

The same third-rate nobody: insecure, sensitive, and timid, the sort who wouldn't dare fight for an opportunity even when handed one.

The director's assistant had just said that the famous violinist Qin Yufan would be joining the production along with Meng Han.

Although he had only recently entered the entertainment industry, he had already amassed a considerable number of fans. With luxury brands favoring him too, it was only a matter of time before he became a top-tier star.

Put these two omegas together, and they were a classic study in contrasts.

With no backing whatsoever, Meng Han would be outshone in no time.

But that didn't matter. Exposure meant traffic.

Whether he could truly become popular again would come down to luck.

His agent had already worked out his plans. Paying no attention to Meng Han's increasingly pale face, he told the driver directly, "Take him back to the company dorm. Pick him up again at eight tomorrow."

Early the next morning, the first light of dawn appeared.

Chen Bei climbed out of bed in the first-floor guest room, walked onto the balcony, and stretched.

His plain white pajamas hung loosely on him, making him look clean and slender. Golden morning light lay over his cheeks like a filter, making his already exquisite features stand out even more.

The men out for a morning run happened to pass by. For no particular reason, they stopped and looked toward the balcony.

"Ahem! Assistant Chen, you're only just getting up? Don't you know you're late for work?"

Chen Bei put on the black-framed glasses beside him and saw the top alphas standing a short distance away, with Luo Chen at their head.

He raised his wrist and glanced at the time. "Sorry, I clock in at eight. There's still half an hour."

Luo Ming picked up the sweat towel around his neck and wiped his forehead as he walked, his lips curling into a wicked smile. As he approached, he deliberately looked at the back of Chen Bei's neck. "You haven't changed your blocking patch? Is it still working today?"

"What do your pheromones smell like? I still..."

"Don't come any closer." Chen Bei's face was expressionless. "You have eye gunk."

Interrupted, Luo Ming froze. "Huh?"

[Help! It's so early, and I'm already laughing my head off. What the hell is this about eye gunk?]