Chapter 11: The misunderstanding is a bit too big.

“Whew… finally made it.”

Li Chunsheng, who had missed the bus, chased it all the way from the previous stop under the surprised or accustomed gazes of the crowd and finally boarded at the next one.

“Man… this kid is still insane…”

“But if he can catch a bus on foot, why bother paying to ride?”

“With those looks, maybe he’s some rich guy experiencing commoner life?”

“You’re new here, aren’t you? This guy takes the same bus every day. He just has freakish natural talent.”

Everyone on the same daily route had become something like bus buddies and recognized each other’s faces.

To them, Li Chunsheng was practically a legend.

The guy who never missed a bus because he could outrun it. Among a crowd of ordinary Black Iron-level civilians, he definitely stood out.

Facing all the chatter, Li Chunsheng just smiled calmly.

Come on, this was pay-to-win body tempering! Though in reality he had never worked out a single day; he purely spent fake coins to raise his stats and was now nearing the Black Iron limit.

Outwardly, though, he claimed it was pure natural talent, real innate body refinement. After all, genetics always had exceptions.

In the carriage, the sunglasses man who had joined the earlier conversation secretly typed on his phone: “Li Chunsheng, suspected of pay-to-win body tempering.”

For the rest of the ride, the man didn’t approach Li Chunsheng. He just occasionally glanced over, hiding it perfectly.

When Li Chunsheng headed toward the “Mu Corporation” office building for work, the sunglasses man followed at a distance, continuing his observation.

Among the stream of employees arriving, colleagues who recognized Li Chunsheng greeted him enthusiastically.

“Ironstone bro~ morning!”

“Hard work, Ironstone bro!” Some even bowed.

The nickname “Ironstone” actually came from a once-mocking label: Black Iron 10. The previous security chief had given it to Li Chunsheng, the rookie, to put him down.

It was less a code name and more a taunt, mocking how his potential value had stayed at 10 all the way through high school graduation. Total trash.

How could trash like that deserve to work at Mu Corporation? Everyone bullied and ridiculed him.

But everything went silent the day Li Chunsheng smashed the previous chief’s head flat with one punch.

And what turned silence into flattery was when the chief complained to the company president and got fired instead.

“You can’t even beat a level-10? Aren’t you the real trash? I think someone else should sit in your chair.” Those were the exact words of the president, the young lady herself.

After that incident, even though Li Chunsheng remained a lowly security guard, when the new chief personally offered to change his nickname, he just said to keep it.

Thus, the honorable title “Ironstone bro” was born.

Through all this, Li Chunsheng’s position in the company became quietly rock-solid. No one dared look down on him.

He had skipped decades of struggle and become a respected security guard.

Still just a guard with low pay, but the job was easy. Having been a corporate slave in his previous life, this relaxed gig suited him just fine this time around.

From afar, the sunglasses man who had tailed him watched Li Chunsheng being treated with respect. His gaze grew serious as he typed: “Li Chunsheng, suspected high-level Mu Corporation executive.”

Over at the changing room, Li Chunsheng put on his security uniform and officially started work.

Rubber baton in hand, he began his routine patrols inside and outside the office building; that was literally his entire job.

As he began working, the labor ritual covering the whole company started applying its power to him. Even without checking the numbers, Li Chunsheng knew his potential value was slowly dropping bit by bit.

Those potential points would eventually combine with the blessing power provided by the female employees under the ritual’s effect, generating usable blessing coins.

As a security guard, Li Chunsheng enjoyed a 3x production multiplier per his employment contract. Every 10 potential points gave him 30 Black Iron coins daily through the labor ritual. After deducting the one-third that went to the female employees, plus his base salary of 3000, he earned 3600 Black Iron coins a month.

Not much, but combined with his personal golden finger, it was more than enough for a comfortable single life.

Humming a little tune, Li Chunsheng wandered outside the building when a luxury sedan suddenly pulled up in front of him.

He raised an eyebrow, turned, and tried to pretend he hadn’t seen it.

“Stop right there!” A crisp, commanding voice rang out behind him. Li Chunsheng turned back helplessly.

“Uh… morning, President.”

He scratched his head, showing none of the respect others did.

A tall girl with striking pink hair and a rather flat chest stepped out of the car, glaring at him unhappily.

“Li Chunsheng, I arranged this job for you, you know. Why do you always act like a mouse spotting a cat the moment you see me?”

“Don’t you think that’s incredibly rude?” She leaned close to his ear, huffing.

“You’ve got it all wrong, President. My eyesight’s bad; I really didn’t see you.” Li Chunsheng’s mouth twitched as he forced the excuse.

“Hmph, fine, I’ll let it slide this time.” The pink-haired girl shook her head, her voice softening. “Li Chunsheng, for the sake of you being my junior from high school, don’t do it again.”

“Yes, yes, yes. I’ll get back to work then.” Li Chunsheng quickly tried to escape this woman.

“What’s this?” A fair hand swiftly grabbed him. The pink-haired girl smiled sweetly. “As a security guard, isn’t escorting the president part of the job?”

Her tone was almost coquettish, her voice pleasant, yet it gave Li Chunsheng goosebumps all over.

What is this wicked woman planning? he thought darkly.

As he patrolled outside with her, the sunglasses man watching from even farther away through binoculars sucked in a sharp breath. He frantically typed blindly: “Li Chunsheng, suspected extremely close (scratched out) ambiguous relationship with Mu Corporation heiress president.”

Meanwhile, being dragged along by the pink-haired girl, Li Chunsheng answered her endless chatter with nothing but “mmhm” and “uh-huh.”

She didn’t seem to mind and kept talking happily. All along the way, his colleagues watched with awe, as if gazing at a god.

Only after he “escorted” her to the president’s office did the pink-haired girl reluctantly let go.

Li Chunsheng fled the space she occupied as if his life depended on it, not wanting to stay a second longer.

“What a nutcase, always bothering me!” he grumbled inwardly, utterly disgusted.

Yes, Li Chunsheng really hated this woman.

Because she was none other than the nominal ex-girlfriend of his respected senior, Liu Xia: Mu Shengling!