He finally figured out one thing: some things just can't be figured out.

Like how he didn't even know when he went on a second blind date. Can blind dates start these days without the main person being informed?

Although he didn't know why the blind date was interrupted, he had to say, thank goodness it was.

After all, his mom's online romance just quieted down, and that was already so bizarre. The level of horror for this blind date that he hadn't even received a whisper about must be at least five stars.

"Xiao Su, what are you thinking?"

In a photo studio, Old Wang suddenly appeared behind him, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile.

"Huh? Nothing, are we done?" Su Qing snapped back to reality and asked.

"What were you thinking? We're far from done. Have some water," Old Wang sat down next to him, handed him a bottle of water, and said.

At this moment, the two of them, along with Big Yellow, got an outsourced job through the company's connections, shooting an advertisement for a latex paint brand.

The storyline is very simple. A family with children, elders, a couple, and a dog moves into a newly renovated house to show that this latex paint is harmless and formaldehyde-free.

Because his short video account has been growing well, with followers surpassing 400,000, the pay for this job wasn't bad either. They even asked him to help share the advert. After the company's cut, he still had nearly ten thousand left, which was a rare good job.

Moreover, he knew that although it seemed like he got the bigger share, the company had already secured the client's promotional channels through connections, and that's where the real money was made. Shen Yi, being business-savvy, wouldn't allow any losses.

A monthly salary of eighteen thousand is not earned for nothing. She had long had the marketing department bind Big Yellow to the company's promotional channels.

This meant that any company that wanted to collaborate with Big Yellow through them also had to promote their content. If they couldn't handle it, the headquarters would. Though they didn't specialize in this industry, the company did have some involvement in promotion. A company's revenue channels can't be single-faceted, every business person knows that.

"I heard you've been on a blind date recently?" The next second, a line from Wang Xing shattered his calm.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of water spurted out as Su Qing looked up at him helplessly. "How do you know too?"

He had already anticipated his department knowing. The next day, Sun Mumu exposed it herself, and almost all the girls in the department came over to gossip about the details of his blind date.

They kept asking who the woman with the child was. To this, he could only say it was his sister, just passing by and being misunderstood.

Then he gave the social mischief-maker a piece of his mind. Sun Mumu stubbornly refused to admit anything, but Lin Miaomiao, being naturally straightforward, slipped up, and they both got a talking-to.

He pushed both of these hidden talents in the company down on the table with a 'smack smack', let someone take a picture and post it in the work group, making them socially dead in a roundabout way, and that was that.

"Everyone knows now. Many people in the company are saying you're already married and your kid is running errands now, and there's proof in the pictures. I never saw it coming, kid, you really have a knack. Got any tips, teach me?" Old Wang said, patting his shoulder and laughing.

Su Qing: ...

He just couldn't understand why people in the company were so gossipy when everyone was there to work.

"It's not like that, Brother Wang..."

"Just call me Old Wang."

"...Alright, Old Wang. Are people in our company that idle? How come everyone knows every little thing?"

Hearing this, Old Wang shook his head. "Not completely, at least the sales department isn't that idle, but the others are quite relaxed.

Of course, this has a lot to do with your planning department being full of girls. You don't think, one woman equals five hundred ducks, isn't your department just..."

"A duck pen?" Su Qing cut in.

Wang Zhen: "I didn't say it, you said it."

"I said it, I'll tell Sister Feng this afternoon that you called her a duck!"

"Hey, no, no, brother made a mistake."

Old Wang, being someone not good at socializing, unkempt, and not adept in flattery, survived in the company with his solid shooting skills and rich operational experience.

Such people usually don't care about others' opinions, so many leaders don't have a way with him. There's a feeling of neither scolding nor hitting him, but big leaders like these types the most; they can get work done with strong skills.

But he fears one person in particular, and that's Feng Yan. Recently, with Big Yellow frequently moving between both sides, Feng Yan had developed a liking for his attitude.

Forget how it came through, even if it's showing concern via a dog, Feng Yan feels he's coming around.

It's a very common technique, to suppress then raise up. As long as Old Wang is bad enough, any little progress becomes very noticeable.

At this moment, a man wearing sunglasses shouted from a distance:

"Who's the handler?"

"It's me, it's me, what's the matter?" Su Qing hurriedly stood up.

"Can you please calm your dog down? Don't let it lick the actresses' stockings. In just this short while, the girl has changed twice!"

Su Qing: ...

"Alright, I'll go right away!"

For just a moment of not watching, the dog acted up again. What is it, does licking stockings satisfy cravings?

Finally, in a series of miserable howls, the actress preserved her last bottom... no, stockings.

At three in the afternoon, Big Yellow finished today's shooting task, and Wang Xing and others drove back to the company.

Just when he was editing Big Yellow's footage out of boredom, his phone suddenly buzzed. It turned out to be a message from Laoa, asking if he was at the company.

Although puzzled, he still replied yes. The narration then came immediately.

[The way of heaven is for the wheel to turn; heaven spares no one. Your inadvertent act of charming a rich lady ignited a bootlicker's fury. He couldn't explain things clearly several times, and you are about to face your first social death moment of the year.]

Su Qing: ???

What does this mean? He knows who the bootlicker is, it's Wang Xing. But when did he charm a rich lady and provoke his anger? Most importantly, what does it mean to be on the verge of social death?

He and Laoa often teased each other. Even if you want to get back at me, you need a decent reason. What's the matter, say it!

Knowing that he was about to face social death, he wondered how to avoid it. But there were no hints!

"What's up with you? You're not going for another blind date, are you?" Seeing him looking a little uneasy, Sun Mumu poked her little head over and asked.

In response, Su Qing pushed her head back: "Oh shut up, if I ever share a secret with you again, I'll be a dog!"

"Don't, I promise to keep quiet now. Are you going on a blind date again? Who introduced this time? Does she look good? Any photos? Just one look, don't be stingy!"

While the two were talking, the office door opened, and voices could faintly be heard.

"This is the planning department!"

"Alright, thank you!"

The next second, a strange man wearing an obviously cheap Taoist robe from an online store walked in, holding a matching peach wood sword.

After coming in, the man looked around and finally fixed his gaze on him, and Su Qing immediately had a bad feeling.

The man cleared his throat awkwardly and said, "May I ask, where's Su Qing?"

Clearly, this 'Little Daoist' was shy. Facing a room full of girls' gazes, just that sentence made his face turn red, but professional responsibility kept him standing there.

"I... I'm here, what's up?" Su Qing stood up, a bit unsure and asked.

Upon hearing this, the man immediately stepped forward, took out his phone with his left hand to record, then flipped his palm, revealing an A4 paper rolled up as a 'scroll' before him.

Then he took a deep breath and shouted loudly:

"Senior Brother, a sect leader's secret order, read and destroy immediately!"

Su Qing: (⊙口⊙)

"What... what's this?"

In response, the fake Daoist opened the A4 paper in front of him, and printed boldly on it were the words:

[Three years are up, meet at the southern suburb cemetery the day after tomorrow, see you then]

The font was printed out, in large bold letters, just in case he couldn't see it clearly.

As he was in a daze, the fake Daoist quickly snatched the A4 paper back, pulled out a lighter from his pocket, and in his stunned face, with a 'snap,' lit it up.

"Senior Brother, the sect leader requests you return to the mountain the day after tomorrow to take charge of the overall situation!"

After that, the fake Daoist, saying while frantically putting out the burning paper, hurriedly left without looking back, leaving Su Qing standing there dumbfounded.

The next moment, the department erupted in laughter.

"Senior Brother, I didn't expect you to have such a powerful and mysterious background, much respect."

Su Qing: I'm done for, I have faced social death.

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