“Impossible… How can this be…” Tang Yan gripped the design sketch in his hand tightly. He refused to believe he could lose to a back-door hire. “You must have plagiarized another designer’s work!”
He was acting like a jumping clown, shouting at the top of his lungs, and Su An’s expression turned cold.
“Plagiarism is the ultimate taboo in the design industry. Tang Yan, if your strength isn’t up to par, don’t look for excuses here. This look of yours—despising me while being unable to get rid of me—is actually quite hilarious.”
The girl who had spoken up for Su An earlier agreed. “Tang Yan, even kindergarteners understand the concept of being a good loser.”
Zhang Zhiming, who hadn’t left yet, also walked over. “Tang Yan, you are fired from Fanjing. Get lost immediately.”
Only then did Tang Yan snap back to reality. His initial arrogance had vanished, and he spoke humbly, “President Zhang, for the sake of all the years I’ve worked hard for Fanjing, please give me another chance.”
Su An sneered. “You proposed the competition, and I set the conditions. It was fair, just, and open. Since you lost, then leave.”
“What kind of thing are you!” Fury rushed to Tang Yan’s head, and his chest heaved violently.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhiming snapped on the spot. He rushed over and delivered a slap to the top of Tang Yan’s head.
“Who do you think you’re cursing? What kind of thing are you? Weren’t you just complaining that Fanjing has fallen? Get the hell out of here right now!”
The single hit didn’t satisfy him; Zhang Zhiming swayed his head and delivered a few more slaps, venting all the frustration he had accumulated over the past few days.
“Where are the guards? Throw this man out! Never let him back in here again!”
Watching Tang Yan being tossed out, Zhang Zhiming felt a sense of physical and mental pleasure. Refreshing!
Suppressed laughter echoed through the design department. Zhang Zhiming turned around in confusion. “What are you lot laughing at?”
Seeing that no one answered, Su An kindly pointed to the top of President Zhang’s head and whispered a reminder: “President Zhang, your wig.”
Zhang Zhiming felt his head; it was cold. His hairpiece was currently hanging on by the final bond of a few stray hairs, teetering precariously.
Zhang Zhiming’s old face turned red. He reached out to straighten the wig, coughing twice as if nothing had happened. “You young people carry on talking. I have things to do, so I’ll be going now.” With that, he fled the scene at lightning speed.
Once President Zhang left, everyone burst into laughter.
The young girl who had helped Su An walked up to him. “My name is Su Ju. You can call me Little Orange. You were really cool just now; it’s been a long time since I’ve seen Tang Yan look so miserable.”
The others nearby joined in. With Tang Yan kicked out, everyone felt incredibly refreshed. Their resentment toward work was already high, and having to deal with such an idiot every day made it worse. Everyone had been pretending to be polite while cursing him internally; they were tired of the act.
Su An waved his hand. “You flatter me.”
“Brother Su, this design sketch is truly beautiful. If you refine this draft, I think we can go straight to a finished product.” Su Ju was naturally social and admired strength; seeing that the newcomer was a heavyweight, she went straight to calling him “Brother.”
“Yeah, Brother Su, hurry up and save our design department’s KPIs. Ever since the cooperation with the Su family stopped, I feel like I’m allergic to work; my whole body is covered in the word ‘miserable,'” said a trendy-looking young man nearby.
“Wait! The Su family… Su An…” The young man’s voice paused. “Holy crap, you… Brother Su, you aren’t that Su family, are you?”
The design department, which had been laughing happily, fell silent again. They had received far too many shocks today.
Su An stared at him with a heavy expression. Under the young man’s gaze, he nodded with tragic gravity.
Everyone’s brains couldn’t keep up. What was the situation? Fanjing just stopped working with the Su family, so the Su family sent someone to steal secrets? And they sent someone so talented? Was the Su family stupid?
Seeing that he had overacted the drama, Su An gave everyone a friendly smile. “Don’t worry, I’m here to join you.”
Su Ju had recovered from her shock and asked with a trembling voice, “Brother Su, what is your relationship with the Su family?”
Su An thought for a moment and chose a narrative that everyone should find easy to accept, his voice tinged with sorrow.
“I was originally the most beloved eldest son of the family, but I was framed by a non-blood-related, scheming younger brother. My brother humiliated me, and my family abandoned me. Having been reborn into this life, I will take back everything that belongs to me.”
“What?! You’re a transmigrator?!” The trendy young man was shocked.
Su Ju slapped his forehead. “Are you crazy, Chu Yi? How could such a thing happen! The point is clearly that Brother Su was abandoned by the Su family.”
Chu Yi cried out in pain and clutched his head, his voice aggrieved. “I was wrong.”
Su An really wanted to say: Actually, you aren’t far from the truth.
The wilted Chu Yi perked up again in the next second. “The Su family bullied our Brother Su like this—can we endure this? Shouldn’t we help him get revenge?”
Su Ju’s eyes lit up as she followed his lead. “Heavens, I feel like I actually have the motivation to work this crappy job now.”
Thus, in a place President Zhang knew nothing about, the messy team spirit of the design department began to burn.
As a result, when President Zhang looked at the brightly lit design department after work, he fell into deep thought: Did I put too much pressure on them, causing them to plan a rebellion to seize power?
Of course, the person working overtime definitely did not include Su An. Long after greeting everyone in the design department, he had said his goodbyes.
Overtime? Impossible. As long as he didn’t join the “rat race,” no one could out-race him.
Su An hummed a little tune as he returned home happily. Yu Feng wasn’t off work yet. Auntie Chen was in the kitchen preparing the meal; she smilingly told Su An to sit for a bit and that dinner would be ready soon.
Su An slumped on the sofa and sent a message to Yu Feng. The other side replied quickly.
Yu Feng: 【I have a meeting. You eat first, don’t wait for me.】
Su An: 【Cat-sighing.gif】
Auntie Chen left after finishing the cooking to pick up her grandson from school. Su An, sitting alone at a several-meter-long table, found the food tasteless. He finished his meal quickly and perfected the design sketch while the inspiration was still fresh.
By the time he finished the design sketch, he checked the time: 7:20 PM. He sent the final version of the design sketch to the work group titled “World’s Hidden Billionaires (Revenge Version).”
Su Ju and Chu Yi, the two jokers, immediately popped up and poured out a long string of “rainbow farts” (extravagant praise), while also complaining about the agony of working overtime to catch up on drafts.
Su An laughed out loud at the performance of the two jokers in the group and sent a 【Cat-patting-head.gif】 emoji as consolation.
It was still quiet outside the room; Yu Feng hadn’t returned. So, Su An made a snap decision to bring him dinner. He packed up the evening’s dishes and didn’t forget to send a message to Yu Feng before heading out.
Su An: 【Are you still at the company?】
Yu Feng: 【It’s not over yet. Do you miss me?】
Su An: 【I don’t. I’m going to work on my drafts now.】
Yu Feng: 【…】
Su An grinned after sending the message. Judging by the reaction, Yu Feng probably believed him. Let’s go, let’s go!