Sam Parker said this, which left David Clark stunned. Ever since he met Sam Parker a few months ago, he knew this guy was into all sorts of shady business—petty theft, drinking, whoring, gambling, scams, you name it. All along, David Clark had tried to set a good example, hoping to influence this young man who had been led astray by society. But now, it seemed like there really wasn’t much difference between the two of them; they were back at the same starting line.

“Forget it, I’m not going to argue with you. You’re leaving soon anyway. If you change your phone number, let me know,” David Clark said, looking at Sam Parker. That ugly long face—how much hardship must he have gone through to reach a level where everyone finds him unbearable? Knowing his background, David Clark mostly just felt sorry for him.

“Bro.” Sam Parker immediately dropped the jokes, leaned in, and said softly, “I haven’t met many good people, but you’re one of them. If I ever strike it rich, I’ll definitely come back to find you.”

“So I’ll have to wait until my next life, huh!?” David Clark asked with a laugh.

Sam Parker pouted, looking at David Clark with displeasure, and grumbled, “Why don’t you trust people? Let me tell you, professional online beggars make over ten grand a month, you know? Knockoff factories make millions a year, you know? All from my hometown. I regret ever leaving.”

David Clark couldn’t listen anymore and interrupted, “I really have no prejudice against people from Henan, but I do have a problem with this kind of thing. You’ve got all your limbs, you’re a grown man, and you want to beg on the street… Fine, kneel right here and beg, I’ll give you two hundred yuan.”

“Come on… I was just making an analogy.” Sam Parker said awkwardly, maybe he still couldn’t bring himself to do it.

The two kept chatting endlessly. The interviews were already over. Paul Grant was the second to last to come out. The young man looked calm, not as dejected as the others. When he came out, David Clark waved at him. Sam Parker looked on in surprise, “Yo, don’t tell me this sissy got picked?”

Paul Grant still felt a bit awkward around Sam Parker. He rolled his eyes and ignored him. Before David Clark could ask, he shook his head and said, “Because of your questioning, they were actually pretty polite to the later candidates, but the result didn’t change.”

“All got rejected?” David Clark was taken aback.

“Pretty much. Same tone, like they rehearsed it. First, a brief intro, then they pick out a bunch of faults, say this job isn’t suitable for you, and then it’s OVER.” Paul Grant said. Now that he knew the outcome, he didn’t feel so disappointed.

“Forget it, let’s go… Baolei, if you don’t have anywhere to go for now, I can find you a job. How about sorting packages at a courier company? The pay’s not bad either.” David Clark said casually.

“Didn’t you quit?” Paul Grant asked.

Before David Clark could explain, Sam Parker boasted, “Look how clueless you are. In the courier world, there’s no such thing as quitting. If you want to work, there’s always a job. If YTO doesn’t work out, go to ZTO; if ZTO doesn’t work, go to Huitong; if Huitong doesn’t work, go to Guotong. When I get rich, I’ll start my own courier company, call it Global Express, and crush them all.”

David Clark and Paul Grant exchanged a smile. They had no hard feelings toward this guy; that’s just how he was. The two of them walked together to the elevator. Sam Parker saw they were in a hurry to leave, so he rushed over, grabbed each of them by the arm, and kept saying, “Don’t go! They’re still providing lunch. We came all this way, even spent a few bucks on the bus.”

Paul Grant was speechless. He forced a smile and said, “Can we not be so shameless? Just for a meal?”

“Forget it, my treat. Let’s see San’er off.” David Clark said.

“No way, it’s thirty-nine degrees outside right now, hot as hell.” Sam Parker said. If they went out, they’d have to walk, and in this heat, it’d be better not to eat at all. He tried to persuade the two, “They’re messing with us on purpose, so why don’t we mess with them back? Let’s just wait here. If they dare not give us lunch at noon, when the recruiters come out, we’ll spit in their faces.”

Pfft—someone laughed, the sound like silver bells. The three looked over and saw it was a student-looking girl waiting in the corner by the elevator—one of those who had just been sent out earlier.

She laughed, then immediately covered her mouth and looked down shyly.

“What do you think?” David Clark asked Paul Grant.

“I actually admire San’er’s straightforward, vengeful personality. How about this: it’s still early, let’s just rest here. I’m not expecting lunch, but if San’er really spits in the recruiter’s face, I’d love to see it.” Paul Grant said.

“Don’t encourage him. He’s done way worse things than that.” David Clark said.

And there really were worse things. The three of them sat down and David Clark told Paul Grant about a time when San’er was delivering packages. He was late, and the customer cursed him out. San’er held it in all day, then got his revenge. What did he do? He found a blank waybill from another courier company, packed up a box tightly, and when he saw the customer wasn’t in the office, he delivered the package straight to their front desk.

“So you just wanted to gross them out? Sent a funeral wreath?” Paul Grant asked.

“Even grosser,” David Clark said.

“Sent an urn?” Paul Grant gritted his teeth, thinking of the worst.

“Does he look like someone who’d spend money? Even grosser,” David Clark said.

This stumped Paul Grant. He turned to the smug Sam Parker and quietly asked, “San’er, what was it? What did you send that was so badass?”