When he got back to the noodle shop, he saw a middle-aged man with a younger man inside, pointing things out.

Just as Lin Jiang was about to enter, a game prompt suddenly appeared in his mind.

[Minion Spawned]

[Mob Name: Wang Chunmin]

[Kill Condition: Make him not dare to cause trouble again.]

[Kill Reward: Attribute Card x1, 50,000 cash]

’An Attribute Card?’

[Attribute Card: Upon use, grants 1 attribute point, which the player can freely allocate.]

It was a little underwhelming, but something was better than nothing.

The kill condition, however, was a bit vague.

’Judging by their demeanor, they’re obviously here to stir up trouble,’ he thought. ’I’ll have to figure out a way to get rid of them.’

Seeing Lin Jiang return, Li Yuanyuan trotted over.

"Manager Wang, our boss is here."

"You’re the boss, right? I’m the mall’s fire safety manager, Wang Chunmin."

"Hello." Lin Jiang extended his hand, and they shook briefly.

"Didn’t you hire professionals to look over the plans during the renovation? The design is completely unreasonable. It needs to be redone. I’ll give you seven days to get this taken care of."

"Alright, we’ll get right on it," Lin Jiang said with a smile.

"Contact your people now and start work tomorrow. I’m leaving."

"Alright."

After Wang Chunmin left with his subordinate, Li Yuanyuan said,

"Brother Jiang, our shop was designed by a professional. There can’t be anything wrong with it, can there?"

"There’s a saying: ’It’s easier to deal with the king of hell than his minions.’ He’s just here for a handout. Don’t worry about it," Lin Jiang said.

"Go across the street and buy two cartons of ’Hehua’ cigarettes. Wrap them in a black plastic bag and take them to Wang Chunmin. Remember, be discreet. Don’t just hand them over in the open."

"But we didn’t do anything wrong. Why should we give him a gift?"

"You’ll understand when you’re older. Go on."

"Okay, I get it."

Lin Jiang didn’t give the little episode with Wang Chunmin a second thought.

A small gift should be enough to placate him, and he wouldn’t come looking for trouble again.

With nothing better to do, Lin Jiang opened the "Super Fun" app.

Bubble had posted two new videos. The content and topics were as explosive as ever.

Her followers had broken 79,000, and her growth rate was impressive.

Qiu Yunong’s follower count had reached 14,000. Her numbers were getting better every day. As long as she kept it up, breaking 100,000 was just a matter of time.

"Brother Jiang! Brother Jiang!"

About ten minutes later, Li Yuanyuan came trotting back, a black plastic bag in her hand.

"Just take it to him."

"I tried, but he wouldn’t take it. He even wrote us a ticket! A 2,000 yuan fine and a seven-day suspension to ’rectify’ things."

"A two-thousand-yuan fine and a seven-day suspension?" Lin Jiang cursed under his breath. "Where’s the notice? Let me see it."

"Here it is."

Li Yuanyuan handed him the notice.

"This bastard is really pushing it."

"What do we do now? Do we really have to shut down?"

"Don’t panic. Just go back to what you were doing."

"Oh, okay."

Li Yuanyuan left. Lin Jiang looked at the suspension notice, then tore it up and tossed it in the trash.

"Boss Lin."

Just as Lin Jiang was about to call Liang Shuhuo, He Jing walked in from outside, dressed in a work uniform.

But even the standard-issue work uniform couldn’t hide He Jing’s manhwa-esque figure.

The moment she appeared in the noodle shop, she drew the attention of quite a few customers.

"Was Wang Chunmin just here?"

"You already know?"

"My colleague ran into him just now and mentioned what happened at the noodle shop. He told me about it, so I came over to check."

Lin Jiang pointed to the trash can. "The suspension notice is in there."

"This..." He Jing smoothed down her hair.

"There must be a misunderstanding. You’re one of our recruited tenants; he probably doesn’t know that. I’ll go have a word with him, and everything will be fine."

"Alright, then I’ll have to trouble you with this, Manager He."

Lin Jiang called out, "Yuanyuan, get Manager He a drink."

"You’re too kind, Boss Lin."

"It’s nothing."

After He Jing left, Lin Jiang dismissed the matter with Wang Chunmin from his mind.

Just like she said, he was one of their recruited tenants, so he didn’t have to give a damn about this stuff.

Besides, Liang Shuhuo had personally overseen this aspect of things. What the hell could possibly be wrong?

’I already did him a favor by offering him those two cartons of cigarettes,’ Lin Jiang thought. ’Since he wants to be shameless, I don’t have to deal with him anymore.’

BZZZT—

Lin Jiang’s phone vibrated. It was a message from Qin Yangyang.

Qin Yangyang: Where are you? Busy? Swimming?

He glanced at his watch. It was already past two in the afternoon.

Lin Jiang: At the shop. I’ll be there in an hour.

Qin Yangyang: No need, I’m already nearby. I’ll be there in a minute.

Qin Yangyang: Haven’t had lunch yet. How about a small pan-seared steak, Boss Lin?

Lin Jiang: OK.

He got up and asked Yang Tao to make a small portion of pan-seared steak with rice. Just as it was ready, Qin Yangyang arrived.

"See? What did I tell you guys?" Yang Tao whispered in the kitchen. "Whenever Brother Jiang asks me to make a small portion, it means a beautiful woman is on her way."

"Who is this woman? She doesn’t seem like an ordinary person. I’m almost afraid to look at her," Yan Ming whispered.

"Her presence is really strong. I feel like only someone like Brother Jiang can handle her."

"I wish I could be like Brother Jiang. I’m so jealous."

Meanwhile, the two of them sat down facing each other.

"Are you free tonight? If you have something on, I’ll just go train by myself. You don’t have to worry about me."

"Even if I had plans, I’d have to cancel them. We made a bet, and I’m still waiting for you to make good on your promise."

"You’ll have to get your eight-pack first before I can make good on my promise."

"Patience, patience."

"By the way, there’s something I need your help with."

"Go ahead."

"Have you ever handled a divorce case?"

"Of course." Qin Yangyang put down her spoon and looked at Lin Jiang. "Does a friend of yours want a divorce?"

"No, it’s for me."

"Hmm? You’re married?"

"I was, but we divorced in less than a month."