Chapter 69: Finally, A Success—Not Easy at All!

"Next! Who's coming?" Lin Beifan called out.

"I'll go!"

A petite woman stepped forward.

She was less than 1.6 meters tall, with thin arms and legs, barely weighing 90 pounds—so frail that a strong wind might knock her over.

Lin Beifan frowned. "Girl, I advise you to give up."

The woman's eyes were firm. "No! I will never give up!"

Lin Beifan sighed. "With your weight, you won't even be able to lift this bucket of water!"

The woman's expression grew even more determined. "No! I can do it!"

Lin Beifan tried again. "Don't be stubborn. Scientifically speaking, you simply can't lift it!"

The woman shouted defiantly: "I only believe that man can conquer the heavens!"

The crowd erupted into applause.

"Well said!"

"I support you!"

"Man will conquer the heavens!"

The encouragement fueled her determination.

She took two deep breaths, clenched her thin fingers around the handle, and—

"Hah!"

The bucket didn't move.

Everyone: "..."

She adjusted her stance and tried again.

"Hah!"

The bucket remained still.

Everyone: "..."

Unwilling to give up, she tried once more.

"Hah!"

The bucket still didn't budge.

Everyone: "..."

"I refuse to believe I can't lift it!"

"Hah!"

"Hah!"

"One more time!"

"Hah—"

Before she could finish, Lin Beifan cut in: "Stop! Enough! If you can't lift it, you can't lift it! Next!"

The girl pleaded desperately, "Just one last try! I can do it!"

Click.

Silence fell over the room.

The next moment—

She collapsed, clutching her waist.

The crowd rushed to help and hurried her to a hospital.

Lin Beifan sighed, shaking his head. "I told you all—know your limits! If you can't do it, just give up!"

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But the others refused to back down.

One after another, they forced themselves to lift the bucket.

One by one, they strained their muscles, pulled their backs, and increased the injury rate exponentially.

Yet despite all the failures—

Finally, someone succeeded.

One person, at the cost of an arm strain and a pulled waist, endured for a full minute.

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At Longya Capital Headquarters…

Dragon King Zhao Tian was on the verge of tears.

"Finally… a success!" His voice trembled with emotion.

"It… wasn't easy!"

The men in black cheered in unison: "Congratulations, Dragon King!"

Zhao Tian's ecstatic laughter echoed through the room.

"Lifting 50 pounds with one hand for a full minute—even for someone who works out, this isn't easy! This position is secured!"

The men in black once again chanted: "Congratulations, Dragon King!"

Zhao Tian waved his hand. "This man is a hero! I will personally cover all his medical expenses!"

"In addition, I'll gift him a villa and two luxury cars!"

"When he returns from Lin Beifan's company, I'll make him a president at my firm with an annual salary of over 10 million!"

"Reward him generously!"

The men in black bowed deeply: "Thank you, Dragon King!"

Zhao Tian poured himself a glass of 1982 vintage wine, swirling it in his hand.

With a smirk, he murmured:

"Lin Beifan… how will you fight me now?"

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Back at Lin Beifan's company…

Lin Beifan raised an eyebrow at the successful candidate.

"Honestly… I didn't expect someone so weak-looking to last a full minute."

But he wasn't fazed.

"Anyone else?"

"I'll go!"

From the crowd, a young man stepped forward.

He was tall and lean, dressed in black casual wear, his features sharp and chiseled.

His expression was calm, his gaze steady and composed—a presence that stood out.

Lin Beifan looked him over. "Your name is Angkor. You're 23 years old—still young. Why are you applying for a cleaning job?"

Angkor's voice was calm.

"I don't have much education, no degree, and no other way to make money. I just want a job to survive."

"But…"

He glanced at the doctors and master's degree holders around him and smirked.

"I never thought I'd have so much competition."

Lin Beifan chuckled. "Indeed, I didn't expect so many highly educated people to fight over a cleaning job."

"Enough talk. Show me what you've got!"

Angkor nodded and stepped forward.

He grabbed the bucket with one hand and—

Lifted it effortlessly.

The bucket rose smoothly to 50 cm, not a single drop spilled.

His legs were firm, his expression completely relaxed—as if he were holding a light plastic bag instead of 50 pounds of water.

The crowd gasped in awe.

"Incredible!"

Everyone before him had struggled desperately, veins bulging, faces contorted—

Yet Angkor lifted it as if it were nothing.

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A minute passed.

He didn't even flinch.

Another minute passed.

Still steady.

Finally, he set the bucket down calmly and asked,

"Do I pass now?"

Lin Beifan smiled. "Of course! There was only one position, and you lasted the longest!"

Angkor nodded. "If needed, I can hold it for over five minutes."

His tone was filled with confidence.

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At that moment, the battle for the cleaning job… had truly come to an end.