Chapter Nine: Miss Zhou

“Brother Can! Him! It’s him!”
Terrified, I glanced at Brother Can, but he showed no reaction. Instead, the woman beside him, Miss Zhou, took off her sunglasses and began to scrutinize me.
As the sunglasses came off, I felt the world spin—her face was one I knew all too well.
“Sister…”
The moment she saw me, her expression shifted, but in an instant, she regained her composure.
Her heels clicked ominously around me as Miss Zhou circled a few times.
Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed the back of my neck, forcefully flipping me over.
“Well, well! A new piglet daring to cause trouble!” Miss Zhou’s face darkened as she looked me over, then turned to the blond man. “And you, how do you manage things? Keeping piglets who cause trouble and have no performance? Waste! Break his legs and sell him to Crouching Tiger Manor—keeping him here is just extra expense!”
Blond’s face grew uglier, his glare at me sharpened into something murderous.
Later, I learned that the park had a system of collective punishment: if a piglet failed to meet their quota, the team leader and supervisor above would be fined. Likewise, if a piglet fought or tried to escape, the guards on duty would suffer as well.
Just then, Brother Can unexpectedly stepped in to smooth things over, which caught me by surprise.
“Miss Zhou, you may not know—this one was recommended by an insider! Unless he breaks the rules, we can’t go too hard on him!”
“Oh? An internal recommendation?” Miss Zhou’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Does he have any performance?”
Her response stirred something strange in me—wasn’t she the one who brought me to this hellhole?
But I caught on and quickly raised a finger, “Yes, yes! I have performance! I just cultivated a big fish—she promised to check in tomorrow!”
Hearing I’d reeled someone in, Blond stopped his violent gesture and turned silently to Brother Can, as if awaiting orders.
After all, our piglet performances were directly tied to their livelihood—the more we earned, the more they gained.
So, although we were all piglets, those with performance were treated worlds apart from those without. If your numbers were high, not only would the underlings respect you, even leaders like Brother Can and Sixth Brother would be courteous, and the guards would greet you with smiles.
But 2044 wouldn’t let up, vowing not to rest until he got rid of me. “But… Brother Can! He tried to escape!”
“Oh? Tried to escape?”
Brother Can’s brow tightened as he adjusted his sunglasses and turned toward me. Even through the tinted lens, I felt the coldness pierce to my bones.
Blond chimed in, “Yes! Brother Can! Miss Zhou! No matter who it is, if loyalty to the company falters, there’s no negotiating!”
My heart sank—there was zero tolerance for escape in this park, and these two bastards were clearly trying to destroy me.
As the stalemate dragged on, a figure suddenly darted forward, grabbed 2044 by the collar, and landed a fierce slap across his face.
It was 2050!
Everyone present was thrown into confusion by this sudden turn.
“Brother Can! I want to report! This shameless bastard stole my deal yesterday!”
With that, 2050 broke the silence.
“I refused him, and he tried to assault me!”
She then unbuttoned her shirt in front of us, revealing several red scratch marks across her pale skin.
“No… I didn’t!”
At this moment, 2044 couldn’t comprehend how the trap he’d set for me had suddenly landed an even bigger mess on his own head.
“Look at this! How can you let deal-stealing happen so openly? It’s killing the enthusiasm of new employees!” Miss Zhou glanced at Brother Can, her brows furrowed. “The Admiral has been very dissatisfied with your turnover lately. Seeing such chaotic management, it’s no wonder the numbers are down!”
To my surprise, the swaggering Brother Can instantly showed a flash of terror at the mention of the Admiral. “Miss Zhou! This was just a one-off! I’ll handle it right away!”

“Thunk!”
Brother Can immediately raised his hand and delivered a hard knock to Blond. “What the hell are you doing as security captain?”
Blond, holding his head in grievance, vented his anger by kicking 2044, sending him tumbling down the steps.
“Damn you! Piglet! You’ve ruined me!”
Seeing things go south, 2044 dropped to his knees, bowing repeatedly to Miss Zhou and Brother Can, “Brother Can! I didn’t! I swear I didn’t!”
“Damn piglet! Still mouthing off!”
“Smack!”
Brother Can didn’t bother to listen, slapping him so hard he spun in place several times.
Blond then called over four or five underlings, who surrounded 2044 and beat him mercilessly.
“Drag him out later and hang him in the square for three days!”
Seeing how subservient Brother Can and Blond were, I wondered if my older sister had really made something of herself here.
As 2044’s screams echoed, Miss Zhou gave me a subtle glance before turning elegantly and leaving.
Once she was gone, Brother Can spat in disgust, “Bah! Just a fox showing off by the Admiral’s side, thinks she’s something special!”
Then he barked at me, “What are you staring at? Get lost!”
I could only leave resentfully, and when I was far enough away, hurried over to 2050 to thank her, “Thanks for what you did!”
She ignored me, staring straight in the direction my sister had gone.
“What, you know this Miss Zhou?”
I tried probing.
“Not really,” she shook her head. “I only heard things. Apparently she’s a supervisor sent by the higher-ups—probably got her position by looks.”
Though her words stung, I couldn’t dwell on it given the circumstances.
After all this chaos, my lunch break was delayed and I had to work hungry all afternoon.
When my shift resumed, I returned to my workstation and continued chatting with the middle-aged woman from the morning.
Upon opening the chat box, I was surprised to see she’d transferred thirty thousand yuan to me, with a note: ‘Please give to my daughter.’
For a moment, I was stunned, my mind racing.
Regaining my composure, I checked the transfer time—it was just two minutes ago.
“Well, well! Not bad! Got a deal, huh!”
Sixth Brother came over, beaming.
Team leaders received immediate notifications of all transfers, so whenever someone closed a deal, they knew instantly.
Thirty thousand yuan—just enough for a commission. Quite impressive for a newcomer.
“Everyone, look here! Number 2048 just closed a thirty-thousand deal!”
Soon, a wad of cash was handed to me—five percent commission on the amount above twenty thousand, plus an extra five hundred as a rookie bonus.
The other piglets eyed the red bills in my hand with envy, but I couldn’t muster any real joy.
Yet something felt off—the money came too strangely.
The middle-aged woman had originally said she wanted to find her daughter, and I’d never mentioned any financial requirements. For her to send thirty thousand so abruptly left me puzzled.
After thinking it over, another possibility crossed my mind—perhaps the person who sent this deal wasn’t the same middle-aged woman as before.

Before long, Brother Can rushed into the workspace.
He came to my computer, saw the thirty-thousand transfer, and patted my shoulder, handing me a pack of cigarettes.
I didn’t smoke, but I forced a smile and thanked him repeatedly, accepting the cigarettes.
I might not smoke, but they’d be handy for greasing the wheels with underlings or Sixth Brother.
In the awkward atmosphere, I could only pretend to be riding high, making earnest promises to Brother Can and Sixth Brother that I’d close more deals and bring greater value to the company.
My words made Brother Can grin from ear to ear, laughing heartily—gone was the cold-blooded killer from my first day.
For the other piglets, this was a huge motivator.
The managers saw it as a positive sign.
Then Brother Can had everyone stop work and applaud me in congratulations.
He insisted others should learn from me, close deals quickly, and repay the company’s kindness.
Though outwardly enthusiastic, inside I felt utterly disgusted.
The other piglets looked at me with faces full of envy and jealousy.
Even someone like Sixth Brother, the team leader, knew that cultivating a client so quickly, and getting them to willingly send money, was no easy feat.
Just as Brother Can was spinning grand promises, another shout rang out in the workspace.
“Closed a deal! I closed another deal!”
It was none other than 2050 beside me.
Brother Can hurried over to check the transfer—ten thousand yuan!
“Ha ha ha! Excellent! Excellent!” Brother Can laughed again. “This batch of newbies is truly talented! I remember you closed a twenty-five-thousand deal yesterday! You’re now the top performer among the piglets!”
He promptly handed over five hundred yuan in cash as a commission prize to 2050 and showered her with praise: ‘heroine among women’, ‘women no less than men’, and so on.
To celebrate, Brother Can organized a small meeting.
At the meeting, he shed his previous coldness and praised the piglets who closed big deals, saying we had talent, drive, and a promising future.
2050 didn’t disappoint—this afternoon, she closed two more deals.
The first for four thousand, the second for six thousand!
Added to the earlier ten thousand, she’d closed twenty thousand in deals today!
2050 later told me that today’s deals, like yesterday’s, all came from the same big fish. She used her account to play the part of a college student in an online romance and hooked a man claiming to be a company chairman.
This stunned all of us piglets.
The most absurd part was, the big fish had yet to realize anything was wrong, and even happily messaged—right in front of Brother Can—“It’s fine, darling! If you need more, just ask!”
With Brother Can’s permission, 2050 sent him several supposed selfies, none of which were her own. They were photos stolen by the park’s tech department and doctored with AI and Photoshop, specifically for scam operations!
I’d often read news stories about people falling victim to online romances, losing tens of thousands over three years, and always assumed they were fabricated for clicks.
If not for seeing it firsthand today, I never would have believed such fools really existed in this world.