Mistaking My Sister-In-Law for My Wife After Getting Drunk!

"I haven't heard from you in so many years, you haven't been in the army all this time, have you?" Yao Qingfeng asked.

"No," Jiang Zhiyong shook his head.

"So what did you do after that?" Jiang Zhiyong's eyes lit up, and he immediately pressed on with his questions.

He asked these questions because he wanted to bring up this topic, to find out what Jiang Zhiyong had been doing.

In his eyes, someone like Jiang Zhiyong who had been a soldier definitely didn't have much to show for it.

After leaving the service, if they weren't working as security guards, they were doing some other ordinary job.

He had to get to the bottom of it so he could show off.

Back in school, he could find someone to beat up Jiang Zhiyong, but now that wasn't an option. Find adventures at m_v l|e'm-p| y r

Otherwise, Jiang Zhiyong, who had served in the military, might just beat him to a pulp.

That wasn't the way of things now.

Having money was the ultimate, and being richer than Jiang Zhiyong was a way to strike at him.

"What I went off to do isn't really your business, is it?" Jiang Zhiyong didn't feel like disclosing his stint as a mercenary abroad.

"Jiang Zhiyong, you're being no fun. We did have some unpleasantness in high school, but we were hot-blooded youths. You can't still hold a grudge against me, right? I mean, you did beat me up so bad I was bedridden for a week," Yao Qingfeng said.

"Holding a grudge or not, that's all in the past. We don't have any sort of relationship, and I don't see any need to tell you what I've been up to," Jiang Zhiyong said bluntly.

Yao Qingfeng felt somewhat annoyed.

Without knowing what Jiang Zhiyong did for a living, he couldn't use that information to undermine Jiang Zhiyong and show off in front of him.

At this moment, the woman beside him spoke up.

"Honey, why ask him what he does? If he doesn't want to say, just let it be. Besides, look at his clothes—he's obviously not doing too well. A lot of ex-soldiers like to work as security guards; I bet that's what he's doing," she said.

At her words, Yao Qingfeng's eyes gleamed.

Indeed, if Jiang Zhiyong didn't want to say, that was fine.

Given how Jiang Zhiyong was dressed, he surely wasn't doing too well.

It was highly likely he had become a security guard.

"Jiang Zhiyong, what job are you doing now? You're not really working as a security guard, are you?" Yao Qingfeng asked bluntly.

"Sort of," Jiang Zhiyong replied casually.

He was a bodyguard, and also the chief instructor and general manager of a security company.

Naturally, that wasn't the same as being an ordinary security guard.

But he couldn't be bothered to engage with an arrogant man; of course, he wouldn't reveal all this.

Salesperson Song Sihui next to them blinked, sensing Jiang Zhiyong was certainly not telling the truth.

A security guard?

Could a person working as a security guard pull out five million in cash to buy a house?

Could he just call Xu Yang and get an advance on half a year's salary of four hundred thousand?

Could a security guard be so valued by the boss of Jiang Bottom Fish Xu Yang that he personally phoned her boss to get the house for half-price?

That was absolutely impossible.

However, as an outsider, it wasn't her place to butt in.

"Hehe, so you really went on to be a security guard," Yao Qingfeng said with a sneering smile. "Jiang Zhiyong, a security guard's salary is around four to five thousand a month, right? I may not be much, but I've opened a small company that makes seven or eight hundred thousand a year. My company also needs a security guard.

If you're willing to work with me, I can fire the current one and double your salary. What do you say?"

If Jiang Zhiyong came to work as a security guard for his company, that would be amusing.

He would be able to look down on Jiang Zhiyong all the time.

That thought, just thinking about it, was thrilling.

Back then, Jiang Zhiyong had beaten him up so badly he couldn't get out of bed for a week. He hadn't forgotten that.

Revenge served this way was quite satisfying.

"Not very appealing," Jiang Zhiyong shook his head.

What a joke.

He was earning a million a year; why would he go to some small broken-down company to work as a security guard for ten thousand a month?

Yao Qingfeng, the small-time boss, didn't even make as much as he did.

"I'm offering a salary of ten thousand, and you're still not satisfied?" Yao Qingfeng frowned and lectured, "Jiang Zhiyong, let me tell you, in this society, it's fine to care about face, but you shouldn't let pride get in the way of making money. You earn a few thousand a month as a security guard while I'm offering you ten thousand. Why can't you put aside your pride to earn money?"

Jiang Zhiyong gave Yao Qingfeng a glance but said nothing.

He had come to understand what this guy was up to by talking so much.

"Jiang Zhiyong, why are you looking at me like that? Am I wrong?"

"In today's society, making money is the ultimate goal."

"Look at me. Although I can earn close to a million a year and am considered somewhat successful among high school classmates,"

"I'm nothing compared to many big bosses."

"In front of those tycoons, don't I still have to plaster a smile on my face?"

"I offered you a job at my company for your own good. You can't be a security guard earning just a few thousand dollars a month forever."

"You should really consider it, or you'll regret missing this opportunity."

Yao Qingfeng tried his best to persuade Jiang Zhiyong to work for his company.

"There's no need to consider. I won't regret it," Jiang Zhiyong shook his head and said.

"If you don't want the opportunity I'm offering, that's fine. Anyway, what are you doing here?" Yao Qingfeng asked.

"What else would I be doing here if not buying a house?" Jiang Zhiyong said somewhat speechlessly. Wasn't that a pointless question?

Who would come to this place for no reason if not to look at houses?

"Buying a house? Do you have the money to buy a house?" Yao Qingfeng was astonished.

This guy is just a security guard; where would he get the money to buy a house?

Jiang Zhiyong glanced over and couldn't be bothered to respond.

"Hey Jiang Zhiyong, what do you mean by that? I asked you a question, would it kill you to answer?" Yao Qingfeng was getting annoyed.

"What do you think I mean? If I don't have the money to buy a house, why would I come here? Isn't what you're asking nonsense?" Jiang Zhiyong said.

"You..." Yao Qingfeng's anger surged, but he didn't know how to retort right away.

"Honey, buying a house now is relatively easy. I've had a look, and with just a 10% down payment, you can buy a house. The cheapest one here is only four to five million; with a 20% down payment, that's just four to five hundred thousand. He has been a security guard for so many years; he must have saved some money.

Borrowing a bit from relatives and friends, he can totally afford a house," the woman beside Yao Qingfeng said.

"You're right," Yao Qingfeng couldn't help nodding in agreement.

Song Sihui's expression turned a bit odd.

These two didn't understand the actual situation at all. They simply believed that Jiang Zhiyong was a security guard and pretended as much in his presence, which was preposterous.

She had seen others pretend before.

Those people would at least find out the other person's circumstances before putting on an act.

"Oh, I just thought of something. I heard your sister married a man from Jiangcheng, you must have borrowed quite a bit of money from her, right?"

"You protected your sister so much back then, and now you have finally gotten a return from her. That's pretty good," Yao Qingfeng said with a sneer.

"I warn you, don't bring up my sister, or I'll find it hard not to hit you, and no one can stop me."

Jiang Zhiyong's expression turned cold, his gaze sharp as a knife.

Of course, he hadn't borrowed his sister's money, nor did he need to.

Actually, when his sister got married and bought a house, he even gave his sister three million.

His sister did marry a man from Jiangcheng, but the man came from an average family.

They even had to take out a loan to buy a marital home.

He gave his sister three million so she could buy the house outright.

Yao Qingfeng had slapped his sister once, and he would never forget that.

Even though he had beaten Yao Qingfeng half to death in retaliation at the time, he still remembered it.

His family was his Achilles' heel, especially his sister.

If anyone disrespected his sister, he was willing to risk everything.

"Stop messing around, I won't say it anymore,"

With Jiang Zhiyong's knife-like gaze on him, Yao Qingfeng felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his heart trembling.

He didn't doubt Jiang Zhiyong's words in the slightest. If he really angered Jiang Zhiyong, he might actually throw caution to the wind and attack him.

He definitely didn't want to be beaten half to death by Jiang Zhiyong again.