“I took a dump and mailed it to them.” Sam Parker said seriously, giving Paul Grant the answer.

Paul Grant stiffened his neck, unable to catch his breath for a long moment. He stared at Sam Parker in shock, and only after a while did he come to his senses. He said to David Clark, “How about we just leave?”

Yeah, let’s not get into any more trouble. Paul Grant shuddered at the thought of this guy beating someone up in public yesterday.

At this moment, David Clark seemed to have made up his mind to disgust others, motioning for Paul Grant to calm down. He pointed at Sam Parker, signaling him to go to the front desk.

Sam Parker sprang up, acting immediately, and slapped the front desk with a loud smack, startling the receptionist into taking two steps back. Then they heard Sam Parker ask, “Why are you so nervous? I’m just asking when lunch is, not asking you to get a room.”

“Huh? I’m not in charge of lunch or rooms.” The receptionist was dumbfounded, not understanding.

Sam Parker waved his phone and shouted a few words before she finally understood, politely inviting him to sit down and hurriedly making a call to ask for instructions.

During the short wait, Paul Grant felt a bit uneasy, even a little embarrassed, while David Clark and Sam Parker were much more at ease. The two of them seemed to be staring at the same spot—oh right, sitting diagonally across from them was another girl waiting after being rejected, just like them. Paul Grant glanced at her: ponytail, high-top sneakers, plain sportswear—obviously just out of school, not yet knowing how to dress up.

“What’s her name again?” David Clark asked.

“How would I know? I was the first one out.” Sam Parker replied.

“Let me think… I can’t remember.” David Clark tried hard to recall, but couldn’t, and then noticed that girl with crooked teeth.

“I think her surname is Guan… yeah, Guan…” Paul Grant remembered a bit.

“Catheter Guan? That’s a great surname.” Sam Parker said with a lewd grin.

Smack! David Clark hit him right away. He covered his head and grinned mischievously, completely unserious. As they were talking, the person in charge of lunch arrived, accompanied by the crisp, rhythmic sound of high heels. The HR manager, Tang, walked gracefully to the front desk. She looked over those still waiting, smiled, and her smile seemed tinged with a bit of contempt.

It was as if she was mocking these freeloaders. David Clark stood up at once, but to his surprise, Tang Ying ignored him completely, not even turning her head as she instructed the receptionist, “Arrange something for them, treat them as you would regular clients.”

With that, she went inside. David Clark suddenly felt powerless, even a bit empty. Sam Parker, on the other hand, was amused. He rushed to the front desk, leaned in with his long face, and curiously asked, “What’s the standard? Four dishes and a soup, unlimited cigarettes and booze?”

The receptionist shot him a look of disgust and handed him three meal tickets. Sam Parker looked them over front and back, then asked angrily, “No. 18 Wanliu Bridge—how far is that from here?”

“Not far, six kilometers, just a few minutes by car.” The receptionist explained.

Upon hearing this, Sam Parker flew into a rage, slapping the desk and shouting, “Do we look like we can afford a private car?”

“Bro, I can’t afford one either, why are you taking it out on me?” The receptionist said aggrievedly.

Forget it, forget it. David Clark pulled Sam Parker away, telling him to leave. This meal was just too humiliating. But Sam Parker still seemed preoccupied. He patted the front desk again, pointed at the girl sitting in the corner, and reached out his hand: “Give me one more. The girl’s too embarrassed to ask, and you just won’t give her one… hand it over.”

The kind get bullied, but the wicked never have this problem. Having gotten an extra ticket, Sam Parker went over to give it to the girl. She stared at him with big, clear, sparkling eyes, dazed, as if she didn’t dare take it.

“Take it, at least you didn’t come for nothing.” David Clark said sympathetically, seeing her dressed like a student. Most people just out of school, unless their parents paved the way, have to go through a period of barely scraping by.

“It’s fine, take it, no one’s going to laugh at you. We all failed the interview and are just here for a free meal.” Paul Grant said with a smile.

“Oh, just take it already.” Sam Parker simply stuffed it into her hand. But David Clark said, “San’er, she’s not afraid to take the meal ticket, she’s probably scared of your face. Let’s go.”

As soon as he said that, the girl burst out laughing, her face blooming like a flower, two lovely dimples appearing. She stood up and said, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I’ve been in Beijing for years, and this is the only good deed I’ve ever done.” Sam Parker said honestly.

His honesty made the girl laugh again. David Clark pulled him away, but he kept looking back. Paul Grant pressed the elevator button, and the three of them got in. Paul Grant and David Clark stared at Sam Parker, making him embarrassed. He said nervously, “Why are you looking at me? I really just did a good deed for once, it’s kind of embarrassing.”

“It’s so hot in the summer—are you in heat or something?” Paul Grant teased.

“No way, San’er likes the flirty, showy type. This kind of pure girl isn’t his thing.” David Clark said with a laugh.

“She just reminds me of my little sister.” Sam Parker said, and when he mentioned his sister, his expression became less playful.

“Wow, you’re lucky. Most people in our generation are only children, but you have a sister.” Paul Grant said casually.

“I’ve got two older sisters, too.” Sam Parker said proudly.