Got GPS Installed? Do You Know Your Place?

Chen Bei greeted everyone in turn with a flawless smile while shooting pointed looks at the Young Masters, each harboring his own agenda:

What are you standing there for?

Waiting to be served?

Get to your assigned areas already!

Any later and you're all dead!

The Top Alpha was smart enough to instantly read the murderous intent in the executive assistant's eyes.

And so, reluctantly, they started toward their respective task areas.

Luo Chen took the tray a servant handed him and tugged irritably at his tie, a trace of contempt crossing his aloof, aristocratic face.

He had always been the one being served. When had he ever waited on anyone else?

Yet today, for the sake of the variety show's entertainment value, he had to lower himself and do something this ridiculous.

Wasn't this just inviting people to laugh at him?

Emmmm.

Grandpa's getting old and senile. It's time he stepped aside...

"Oh, President Chen." The middle-aged alpha approached with ill intent, looking as though he had spotted a rare specimen. "I heard you were working as a waiter at the banquet, but I didn't believe it. Now that I'm here, I see it really wasn't a rumor."

Seeing Luo Chen's long face, he smiled gleefully. "Forgive my bluntness, but Old Luo is a bit too strict. He's so hard on his own grandson, you'd think you weren't related..."

Luo Chen coldly regarded the man he had defeated in business, his lips curling mockingly. "Whisky or Feitian?"

The middle-aged alpha froze. "You even have Feitian Moutai?"

Luo Chen scoffed. "What doesn't a Luo Family banquet have?"

We've even got poison to kill you!

Greed filled the middle-aged alpha's eyes. "Feitian, then."

You may have monopolized the industry, but I can't come to this banquet for nothing.

Hehe, rare Feitian. The more I drink, the more I gain.

"Wait here."

Luo Chen headed to the kitchen and immediately told Steward Wu, "Get me a big goblet, pour in a glass of erguotou, then mix in some alcohol!"

Steward Wu: "..." Young Master, we can't go around murdering people and burning things down!

The live comments came alive.

[Haha, this domineering CEO's temper! Starting straight off with erguotou?]

[And mixing in alcohol? Who's he trying to drink to death?]

[Wait, isn't his task to stop alphas from getting drunk and causing trouble? Ten points deducted per incident?]

[Domineering CEO: with things at this point, who could hold back? Let's kill someone first!]

[...]

When Qin Yufan entered the hall in a bespoke white suit, Meng Han trailed timidly behind him.

One was poised and well dressed; the other shrank into himself in cheap clothes.

The two omegas presented a stark contrast the moment they appeared.

The guests began talking.

"Although the Qin family hasn't been doing well these past two years, at least they have Yufan as their trump card. As long as he lands someone powerful, they could make a comeback in minutes."

"Top-tier omegas are rare these days. How could that inferior little celebrity beside him compare? Not just anyone can rise from obscurity to greatness."

"If I were him, I'd know my place and stop standing beside someone top-tier. Look, Assistant Chen does that very well."

"Who could compare to Assistant Chen? He's a dog Old Luo raised. No one's more loyal than him."

"I hear his year-end bonus is pretty hefty. Being a dog pays pretty well..."

Before they finished whispering, a tall, slender figure approached from beside them, his languid voice carrying a hint of menace. "Would any of you like some pastries?"

The cluster of omegas turned, saw Luo Ming, and immediately blushed and grew flustered.

The ABO world worshipped strength like that, flocking to Top Alphas.

They practically wished they could offer up their pheromones...

"H-hello, President Ming." Each took a pastry from the tray and said shyly, "Thank you. I'm sure the desserts are delicious."

Luo Ming nodded slightly. "If they're good, have some more."

"That should keep your mouths shut."

The omegas who had been secretly delighted just moments ago turned ashen. "..."

Was this a warning?

He didn't want to hear people bad-mouthing that inferior omega?

So he really was fighting Luo Chen over him!

[Luo Ergou, you dog, that was so hot! I hate people who act superior and gossip like that!]

[Wait, who exactly is Luo Ergou standing up for? Meng Han?]

[Nonono, I don't think so. Didn't you hear them mention Assistant Chen?]

[Oh my, that shipping moment was so subtle. I'm sold!]

[How vile, calling Assistant Chen a dog! What does that make them?]

Luo Yu stood in the "cleaning area," staring darkly at the distinguished guests toasting one another in the hall, a scheming curve to his lips:

Assistant Chen must be trying to get on good terms with me in secret.

Why else would he give me such a great assignment?

They're all well-mannered elites from wealthy business dynasties.

They'd never do anything as undignified as flinging, spilling, or throwing wine...

"You dirty old pervert! How dare you touch my ass? Go die-"

A glassful of red wine went flying.

The older alpha dodged and said sinisterly, "You little slut. If I hadn't brought you to this banquet, you'd never have seen anything like this in your entire life. Isn't it a little late to play innocent with me now?"

Staring at the wet patch on the marble floor nearby,

Luo Yu: "..." Motherfucker!

Security, drag him out!

"Don't just stand there. Go clean it up."

Chen Bei, who had appeared at some point, spoke mildly, then brushed past Luo Yu and headed straight toward the disturbance.

"Manager Li, if you have any private disputes, please leave the banquet and resolve them yourselves."

Facing the middle-aged, potbellied nouveau riche, Chen Bei remained polite.

But Manager Li had already drunk quite a lot. Instead of taking the offered way out, he cradled his big belly and grew even more brazen. "Assistant Chen, it's not that I won't show you respect. This little slut just doesn't know what's good for him."

"If he wants to cling to his chastity, he shouldn't come cozying up to me!"

"Without my investment, he couldn't even land the lead in a short drama."

"And now he won't even let me touch his ass?"

"Pah! I was planning to get a room and bite his gland later!"

Even scheming Old Third couldn't stand the filthy language anymore. He grabbed his mop and was about to charge, but Chen Bei blocked him behind himself and said with a smile, "Manager Li, I've realized you really are..."

"A toad pretending to be a frog. Ugly as sin, but into all sorts of fun."

Manager Li choked. "You-"

"Got GPS installed? Do you know your place?" Chen Bei raised an eyebrow. "You attended a few Luo Family banquets and thought that made you high society?"

"Trash will always be trash. It belongs in a garbage can."

"You're just an employee, and you dare talk to me..."

Humiliated and furious, Manager Li raised his hand and lunged forward, only for Chen Bei to lock a single hand around his neck and shove him straight into the security guards rushing up behind him.

"Trash will always be trash. It belongs in a garbage can."

"Throw him out."

[Holy shit, isn't Assistant Chen insanely cool? Taking him down in one move?!]