"I also believe that the ultimate winner will be you!" Lin Beifan said with a meaningful smile.
Angkor, long time no see!
Who would've thought? Instead of robbing tombs and digging graves, you came to me!
I'll be sure to entertain you properly!
At this moment, the interviewee, Angkor, looked at Lin Beifan with a flickering gaze, a trace of deep-seated hatred hidden in his eyes.
Lin Beifan, long time no see!
This time, it won't be me who falls—it will be you!
Angkor was a reborn man.
Before his rebirth, he had inherited the ancestral secrets of Yin-Yang Feng Shui and geomancy. Using his tomb-raiding skills and his connections in the antique trade, he had thrived in wealth and power.
However, everything changed when he met Lin Beifan.
That fateful day, he went to Lin Beifan's antique shop to make a purchase. His best friend, Fatty Wang, saw an opportunity and decided to sell Lin Beifan a fake antique, conning him out of a fortune.
But this man was ruthless.
He didn't say a word at the time—he simply went back, reported them to the police, and had their entire stash of stolen goods uncovered.
As a result, Angkor and Fatty Wang were sentenced to three years in prison, losing all the wealth and status they had painstakingly built.
From that moment on, they became bitter enemies.
However, no matter what Angkor did, he could never win against Lin Beifan.
The man was too strong—his intelligence, means, and influence were almost inhuman.
The most infuriating part?
Even when Angkor resorted to tomb-raiding for a living, Lin Beifan could always track his exact location, tipping off the authorities.
No matter how hard he tried to hide, he could never escape Lin Beifan's grasp.
Every time he emerged from a tomb, the police were already waiting for him!
Time and time again, he was arrested and sent to prison!
The dangers of tomb-raiding never killed him, but Lin Beifan ruined his entire life!
Half of his years were spent in prison! His ambitions, his dreams—shattered!
How could he not hate this man?
Now, reborn, Angkor vowed to carry this grudge to the end.
The moment he saw a job posting at Lin Beifan's company, he seized the opportunity to infiltrate his enemy's side.
His education level was low, so he could only apply for a janitor position.
At first, when he saw a room full of highly educated applicants competing for the same cleaning job, he nearly despaired.
A janitor job—why are so many people fighting for it?
Where is the justice in this world?!
Yet, in the end, a miracle happened!
"Lin Beifan, I am the true protagonist! Even after death, I can return! Even the heavens favor me! Let's see how long you can remain standing!"
Angkor was thrilled.
No! I can't be complacent yet!
I can only celebrate once I have completely defeated the demon king, Lin Beifan!
With that, he silently stepped back, waiting for the final results.
Meanwhile, Lin Beifan continued testing the other candidates.
Seeing a formidable competitor like Angkor appear out of nowhere, the other applicants felt immense pressure and pushed themselves to their limits.
In the end, many of them left injured, forming a miserable line to the hospital, shedding tears along the way.
Lin Beifan sighed with pity.
"It's just a janitor job, why take it so seriously?"
Thus, the final winner was, naturally—Angkor!
Lin Beifan smiled and announced, "Only two people passed the test, but you lasted the longest. So, I'm giving the cleaning job to you!"
"Don't worry, Mr. Lin! I will work very hard!" Angkor replied, standing up straight.
He was ecstatic!
This may have been just a small step in his life, but it was a major step toward his revenge!
Lin Beifan—just wait!
I will make sure you suffer hundreds—no, thousands—of times more pain than you caused me!
Just then, Lin Beifan gave a warm smile and patted Angkor's shoulder.
"Good, good! I admire hardworking young men like you!"
Then, he waved toward the entrance.
A plump middle-aged woman walked in, holding a broom.
"Mr. Lin, did you call for me?" she asked curiously.
Lin Beifan turned to Angkor with a smile.
"Angkor, let me introduce you to someone!"
Pointing to the middle-aged woman, he said,
"This is your direct supervisor.
Her name is Liu Xiu.
She has been in charge of the cleaning department for three whole years. She's diligent, hardworking, and highly experienced!
From now on, she'll be guiding you.
Come on, **call her 'Mom'!'"
Angkor: "…Huh?!"
Lin Beifan quickly corrected himself.
"Oops, my bad! I meant to say—**call her 'Aunt Liu'!'"
Angkor patted his chest, feeling his heart nearly jump out of his throat.
This guy scared me to death!
Aunt Liu looked at Lin Beifan with confusion.
"Mr. Lin, who is this young man?"
Lin Beifan smiled.
"Aunt Liu, this is our newly hired janitor, Angkor! He's young and inexperienced, but his strength and stamina are exceptional! From now on, if there's any heavy lifting to be done, feel free to assign it to him!"
"Oh, he does seem strong!"
Angkor immediately straightened his back and greeted her loudly,
"Hello, Aunt Liu!"
Aunt Liu's eyes suddenly lit up.
"This young man… is so handsome! He really looks like my late husband from years ago!"
Angkor: "…Huh?"
Something about that didn't sound right…
Then, Aunt Liu suddenly asked, "Son, are you married? Do you have a wife yet?"
Lin Beifan chuckled.
"Aunt Liu, you're moving so fast! Are you already trying to recruit him as your son-in-law?"
Aunt Liu waved her hand dismissively.
"Nonsense! I don't have a daughter! Why would I be looking for a son-in-law?"
Lin Beifan abruptly shut his mouth.
Angkor felt a chill crawl down his spine…