allendalepharm Chapter 30: The vicious ex-boss went bankrupt and came begging for food, so he made him clean the to
Chapter 30: The vicious ex-boss went bankrupt and came begging for food, so he made him clean the to
Lin Xian put down his teacup and slowly walked to the 100-inch holographic main screen in the center of the floating living room.
He casually made a gesture in mid-air, and the surveillance footage outside the manor gate instantly popped up.
In the high-definition footage, a beggar covered in black mud and so thin he's practically skin and bones is frantically rummaging through a smart trash can.
The beggar was clutching half a moldy leftover bun in his hand, stuffing it into his mouth while looking around like a frightened mouse.
Lin Xian zoomed in on the image, his gaze fixed on the other person's distinctive, shiny bald head.
He let out a lazy chuckle, recognizing the man as the heartless supervisor who had forced him to work overtime in Shanghai and threatened to blacklist him.
Back then, this bald manager was incredibly arrogant, using unreasonable customer demands as a weapon and threatening his subordinates with withholding their wages at every turn.
Now he was wearing tattered trousers that barely covered his knees, and he had even lost one shoe, looking exactly like a stray dog.
Xia Anran pinched her delicate nose and leaned close to the screen, her big, watery eyes filled with confusion.
She tugged at Lin Xian's sleeve and asked who this beggar, who reeked of stench, was.
Lin Xian took a sip of the chilled lemonade that Mu Xiaotian handed him, a smile of anticipation playing on his lips.
This is nothing more than a bloodsucker capitalist who thought he could control the world, only to be ruined by a few lines of code.
When Lin Xian issued his resignation letter, he casually used an unbreakable quantum algorithm to encrypt the logic of the company's core code.
As a result, the company's system completely crashed the next day, customers filed mass claims, and the massive financial chain snapped like a withered tree branch.
This bald boss sold his house and car to pay off his debts, his wife ran off with a fitness instructor, and loan sharks chased him all over the city with knives.
He was desperate and walked for a month, begging for food all the way to Qingshui County, hoping that Lin Xian would show him mercy and spare his life.
Lin Xian reached out and pressed the communication button on the holographic panel, giving instructions to the outer security captain.
Zhou Bapi, pinching his nose, put on gloves and dragged the beggar outside the gate up to me.
A few minutes later, the transparent floating elevator emitted a slight hum and came to a steady stop at the edge of the manor's lawn.
Wearing a gas mask, Zhou Bapi kicked the former Mediterranean boss out of the elevator, sending him crashing onto the constant-temperature lawn.
A strong, sour, sweaty odor mixed with the putrid smell of fermenting garbage instantly filled the air.
Su Qinghan frowned and immediately activated the manor's deep air purification system to forcibly isolate the stench.
The Mediterranean-looking boss fell flat on his face, spat out the mud in his mouth, and struggled to lift his head.
He stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded, at the fairy-tale scene around him that resembled something out of a science fiction movie.
A holographic star map floats in the sky, mechanical maids serve expensive red wine, and a group of international supermodels in bikinis frolic by an infinity pool.
At the heart of it all, Lin Xian was lying on a zero-gravity waterbed, enjoying a shoulder massage from a top-tier female assassin.
This intense visual impact caused the Mediterranean boss's brainstem to short-circuit.
He recalled his boastful warning to Lin Xian that he would be begging on the streets if he left the company.
Lin Xian now lives the life of a god looking down on all living beings, but he is the one who has to scavenge for scraps in the trash can.
The former boss completely broke down, crawling on his hands and feet across the grass, leaving a disgusting trail of black mud.
Lin Xian! Brother Lin! Grandpa Lin! I must have been blind!
He cried and wailed as he raised his muddy hands and slapped himself repeatedly across the face, leaving his cheeks red and swollen.
I'm an animal. I shouldn't have exploited your labor, and I shouldn't have threatened you with your mortgage and car loan!
The loan sharks said they'd cut off my hands. Please have mercy! I'd even be willing to guard your door if you gave me a bite of dog food!
He reached out his trembling, dirty hand, wanting to hug Lin Xian's pair of flip-flops that cost 9.9 yuan (including shipping).
Ye Qingbing stepped forward with a cold expression, the tip of her tactical boot lightly touching the man's wrist, preventing him from advancing an inch.
Lin Xian didn't even have the energy to sit up, and casually spat a leftover grape seed into the trash can.
Didn't you say that the industry circle is small and that you're going to make it impossible for me to survive in Shanghai?
Now you come to my territory and act pitiful, do you really think this is a charity recycling center?
The former boss cried so hard that snot bubbled from his nose, repeatedly banging his head against the hard stone pavement until his forehead bled profusely.
He knew this was his only lifeline; if he were driven down the mountain, his creditors would definitely put him in a gasoline drum and sink him into the Huangpu River.
Lin Xian stroked his chin, his gaze sweeping across the lawn to the luxurious dormitory buildings in the distance, exclusively for supermodels and girl groups.
Although the fully automatic cleaning robots here work efficiently, the girls always complain that cleaning the toilets lacks a human touch.
Lin Xian snapped his fingers and called over Zhou Bapi, who was standing by watching the show.
Go to the storeroom and find the toilet brush with the stiffest bristles, and give it to our former head manager.
Zhou Bapi revealed a chilling, wicked smile, ran over to grab a pink plastic toilet brush, and threw it with a clatter in front of the bald man.
Lin Xian pointed to the towering dormitory buildings and delivered the final judgment.
Starting today, you are the dedicated toilet cleaner for the model team and girl group dormitory.
You need to use your commanding hands to scrub every toilet tile until your nauseating face is reflected in it.
Zhou Bapi is in charge of your daily performance evaluation.
If there is even the slightest stain on the toilet, he will be hit with a high-voltage electric baton and all his food for the day will be taken away.
Zhou Bapi pressed the high-voltage electric baton at his waist, making a crackling sound, and his face trembled with laughter.
Mr. Lin, you can rest assured. I'm an expert at training these kinds of scoundrels. I guarantee I'll make cleaning toilets his life's calling!
The former boss slumped to the ground, staring blankly at the pink toilet brush in front of him, his eyes completely extinguished.
He used to sit in his air-conditioned office on the top floor of a skyscraper, drinking coffee, and could decide the life or death of an ordinary employee with just a word.
Now, under the threat of a security guard's stun gun, he has to clean toilets covered in all sorts of grime for a group of women.
Tears of regret and despair washed the mud off his face, but he didn't dare utter a single word of refusal.
He trembled as he reached out and clutched the toilet brush tightly, bowing his head in resignation to his miserable fate.
Lin Xian yawned, finding the clown performance rather boring, and prepared to close his eyes and take a nap.
Just as the former boss turned around and dragged his heavy steps toward the dormitory building.
Suddenly, a thunderous cheer erupted from the area outside the gate where the group of old scientists from the Academy of Sciences were stationed, a sound that seemed to lift the roof off.
The sound was so loud that it startled everyone, even the mutated pig that was sleeping in the backyard jumped up in fright.
Lin Xian frowned, stopped, and turned to look in the direction of the gate.
Those usually composed and reserved national treasure-level academicians were now jumping around like a group of children who had just grabbed candy.
They were surrounding a short-haired woman wearing a white haute couture business suit and gold-rimmed glasses.
The woman ignored the cheers around her, her chest heaving as she stared intently at the wad of scrap paper in her hand.
That was a draft paper that Lin Xian had casually scribbled down before throwing out the window in order to calculate the parameters of the anti-gravity engine.
The woman pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses and looked up at the floating manor with a trembling voice.
Who derived this spatial dimensionality reduction formula on the paper that can overturn modern physics?