Su Xiaoxiao raised her head and reached out to Wang Lili: "Can a rich person spare me a few hundred so I can see the world?" Zhang Dongmei saw her not getting angry but looking completely indifferent, and it made her even angrier inside. What she wanted to see was her looking timid and inferior, not this kind of brashness. Wang Lili also didn’t expect her to react , her expression froze for a moment: "What are you thinking? Why would I give you money?" Upon hearing this, Su Xiaoxiao sneered: "And you’re claiming to be rich, yet you can’t even pull out such a small amount of money, tsk tsk." Wang Lili slapped the table: "Who says I don’t have? I just don’t want to give it to you." A thousand dollars isn’t just a few bucks, even if she had it, she wouldn’t carry it around, not to mention she actually doesn’t have it. "Tsk, saying so much, aren’t you just making excuses for not having money? I thought you were wealthy, turns out you’re just like me, poor." While speaking, Su Xiaoxiao stuffed the last piece of braised pork into her mouth and stood up with her lunchbox: "Good dogs don’t block the way, please let me through." Without another word to them, she walked away with the finished lunchbox. "Su Xiaoxiao, stop right there!" Wang Lili was so angry she stomped her feet. If Su Xiaoxiao stopped just because she was told to, it’d be a loss of face for Wang Lili. Su Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes, choosing to ignore the noise behind her. She walked straight out of the cafeteria. As she exited, she spotted a tall, lean man standing not far from the entrance, occasionally peeking her way, as if he was waiting for someone. Just as she was contemplating, she met the man’s eyes filled with delight: "Hello, comrade, I’m Zhao Yang, we’ll be colleagues from now on." Su Xiaoxiao nodded to him: "Hello, Su Xiaoxiao." "Xiaoxiao, may I call you that?" Zhao Yang asked with slight embarrassment, his eyes instinctively landing on Su Xiaoxiao’s face, as his hanging hands slowly tightened, admiring how beautiful her face was. His gaze couldn’t help but trace the contours of her face, sighing in admiration internally. Su Xiaoxiao finally recognized that Zhao Yang was the young man who just asked if he could sit nearby. The thought of the nickname seeming too familiar, not to mention Zhao Yang was standing a bit too close, made her uncomfortable. "Sorry, please call me Comrade Su instead." After all, their relationship hadn’t reached that level of familiarity. Zhao Yang clenched his fists tighter, his tone slightly disappointed: "Alright, Comrade Su, I got ahead of myself." "We have a training session later, so if there’s nothing else, I’ll be off first." After speaking, Su Xiaoxiao turned and left. Regarding this inexplicable Zhao Yang, she always felt a sense of strangeness. He seemed to have a peculiar gaze when he looked at people. Zhao Yang watched her departing silhouette, his lips curling into a subtle smile. The afternoon training session focused on political education, with everyone struggling to keep their eyelids open as Manager Xu lectured. The sun warmly drenched over them, and someone yawned, leading to a chain reaction of yawns from the crowd. Xu Cuilan slapped the table: "Everyone, stay focused! The content we just covered will be tested in a few days, and those who fail will be fined ten bucks, deducted from their salary." Upon hearing about deductions, everyone immediately stifled their yawns, forcing themselves to stay awake. Xu Cuilan scanned the room, her gaze landing on Su Xiaoxiao, appreciatively nodding—she had high hopes for her, not having yawned even once from the start. Content orıginally comes from 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⚫𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⚫𝕟𝕖𝕥 Immediately, she slapped the table: "Pay attention, look at Comrade Su, focused all throughout, didn’t yawn once." She gazed appreciatively at Su Xiaoxiao: "Su, may you read out your notes to everyone, it seems many didn’t hear them." Su Xiaoxiao sprang up, looking at the messy doodles in her notebook, completely perplexed. Notes? What notes? She was just pretending. The notebook was covered in drawings of Crayon Shin-chan and Buddha’s Belly Left Guardian. Luckily, she had a decent memory, catching bits and pieces of the lecture. Taking a deep breath, she recited the content she heard. As soon as she finished, Xu Cuilan led the applause with praise: "Very good, everyone should strive to be like Comrade Su and study the advanced spirits of our Party and country." Finally enduring to the end of the workday, the new employees were exhausted after a day of torment. A girl with a thick black braid, round face, and dimples shyly approached: "Comrade Su, you’re so amazing, not even sleepy all afternoon, can you tell me how you did it?" Su Xiaoxiao remembered the girl well; she sat next to her, separated by a person during the lecture—apparently named Zhao Lanlan. "You’ve asked the right person." Su Xiaoxiao smiled mysteriously, pulling out a pack of coffee from her bag and handing it to her, "This is my secret weapon against sleepiness, just one cup and you’ll be energized all afternoon." Zhao Lanlan curiously took it and looked at it: "Coffee?" This thing was sold at department stores before, but very few bought it, so it wasn’t stocked anymore. Those curious enough to try said it tasted awful, like burnt pot bottoms, with a smoky flavor. "Yes, it’s called coffee, and it has energizing effects." Su Xiaoxiao patiently explained to her. On hearing it was invigorating, Zhao Lanlan’s eyes lit up: "Comrade Su, how much is this coffee? I’d like to try a pack." For her first customer today, Su Xiaoxiao was generous: "You can have this one for free, if you need more later, you can buy from me, just one dime per pack." Zhao Lanlan didn’t expect Su Xiaoxiao to be so generous, giving away a dime’s worth just like that. "No way, I feel bad, how about I trade my hawthorn jelly with you?" Zhao Lanlan said, pulling out a small oil-wrapped package of hawthorn jelly, insisting on handing it to Su Xiaoxiao. Unable to refuse such kindness, Su Xiaoxiao accepted it, planning to bring some treats for Zhao Lanlan next time. "Comrade Zhao, don’t be fooled into counting someone else’s money! Her tiny coffee pack isn’t worth as much as your hawthorn jelly!" The familiar voice, familiar tone, Su Xiaoxiao didn’t even need to turn around; it must be Zhang Dongmei again. She wondered why Zhang Dongmei always focused on her instead of training properly. Turning her head, she saw Zhang Dongmei and Wang Lili standing nearby with sarcastic expressions. About to speak out, Zhao Lanlan swiftly spoke first: "I’m friends with Comrade Su, exchanging gifts between friends is none of your business!"