Qin Yi arranged a clerical position for Miao Yang, where he was responsible for organizing documents every day. The Qin family was immense, and the volume of internal documents was staggering. Miao Yang spent his days in an office sorting through dusty, outdated records, feeling as though he had returned to his old job. Hahahaha, I am miserable. Miao Yang’s face was long, and his eyes were bleary from strain.
【If you dared to continue your work as a mole, I believe these internal staff files would allow you to climb from being a mole underling to the position of the Big Brother himself,】 168 analyzed.
Miao Yang was speechless. “The real question is, which family am I a mole for? Why is it not shown in the plot details?”
168: 【Er, well… do you not have the original owner’s memories?】
Miao Yang was stunned. “Am I supposed to have the original owner’s memories?”
168: 【…】
Both the host and the system fell into a brief, awkward silence.
“Damn it!” Miao Yang suddenly shrieked. “Did I get amnesia?” He instinctively touched the scar on his head. Overall, it was likely caused by the injury he sustained—whether from a beating or otherwise—when his identity was exposed just as he arrived.
168 realized it belatedly: 【Ah? So you have amnesia? I thought you knew everything.】
Miao Yang: “…” There was no saving this stupid system.
Miao Yang sat cross-legged on the floor, zoning out in front of a pile of gray, dusty files. “Forget it, I do not want to think about it. It does not matter who arranged for me to be put here.” He just needed to gather enough Luck Value.
Suddenly, Miao Yang remembered something important. “Ah! 168, I forgot to ask about the salary and social insurance! Heavens, how could I have forgotten such a massive issue?”
168 wanted to ask if this money was really worth earning compared to the task of staying alive. Yes, it was, because its host had already stood up and was storming out the door with a fierce aura. The people outside saw him come out looking sneaky and exchanged knowing glances. Heh! This little spy is finally showing his fox tail, is he not?
Miao Yang walked up to a colleague. “Brother, lend me your phone.” The man gave him a deep look and handed it over. “Here, remember to give it back when you are done.” His tone was fierce. What are you being so fierce for? Once I hit it big, I will assign you to clean the toilets. But Miao Yang wore a smile. “Of course, of course.”
He recalled the phone number he had memorized, dialed it, and noticed the contact on this guy’s phone was labeled “Brother Shi.” Miao Yang dialed the number directly. The man on the other end took a long time to pick up.
“Hello?” The man’s tone was lazy and indifferent. He was sitting in an office swivel chair with a gloomy expression, staring at the surveillance monitor on his computer, tapping his fountain pen against the desk as he watched the boy on the screen suddenly flash a sweet smile.
“Brother Lan,” Miao Yang asked a pointless question: “What are you doing?”
Shi Lan sneered. “What do you think I am doing?”
Miao Yang pursed his lips and got straight to the point. “You must be busy. By the way, I have started working. When are we signing the labor contract? If the salary is the same as everyone else’s, that is fine; I do not mind.”
Shi Lan: “…” So he called just for the salary? Shi Lan frowned, unable to fully believe it. And a salary equal to everyone else’s? Shi Lan laughed out loud. “You certainly have a vivid imagination. You want the same salary as the others? You would not even be worth the cost of sending you to do manual labor.”
Miao Yang retorted indignantly, “I am doing brain work!”
Shi Lan hummed a mocking laugh. Miao Yang pouted in displeasure, his expression turning dejected. “Fine, then a lower salary is okay. I have not seen money in ages.” That was the truth. As someone who loved money, being penniless was very difficult and made him feel insecure.
Shi Lan: “…”
If anyone else had said such things, Shi Lan would likely have had them dragged off to feed the fish. But watching the pitiful and helpless expression on the monitor, Shi Lan felt that the kid probably genuinely craved that meager salary.
Miao Yang sniffled and said, “I am hanging up now, Brother Lan.” After he finished, he asked 168 in his mind, “Check my angle. Is my side profile cool? I did it on purpose.”
168: 【…】 It had been too talkative, needing to inform Miao Yang about the real-time surveillance. 【No,】 the system said, feeling listless. Realizing it had answered the wrong thing, it corrected itself: 【It is very cool!】