Chapter 85: I Want to Go Further—I Want to Be His Right-Hand Man!

With the traitors expelled, the meeting quickly turned into a commendation ceremony.

Lin Beifan walked up to Angkor with a bright red sash in hand and said solemnly, "Brother Wu, lower your head a little. Let me put this on you."

"Uh... okay!" Angkor lowered his head as Lin Beifan draped the sash over him.

Looking down, Angkor saw the large golden characters embroidered on the sash: "Outstanding Employee."

A bright red flower was also pinned to his chest, making him stand out.

"This red flower looks kind of familiar..." he thought.

"Of course it looks familiar," someone whispered. "Brother Ye had the exact same one!"

Angkor: "..."

Next, Lin Beifan pulled out a massive golden medal. "Brother Wu, catch!"

Angkor instinctively caught it and saw the words engraved in the center: "1 Million Yuan Reward."

"This medal... also looks kind of familiar..."

"Of course! Brother Ye got one too!"

Angkor: "..."

Now, wearing the red sash, holding the massive medal, and with the oversized flower pinned to his chest, Angkor suddenly had an ominous feeling.

Then, naturally, it was time for a photo.

Click! The camera captured the moment.

In the picture, Lin Beifan stood on the left, looking sharp in his tailored suit, polished shoes, and confident smile—the very image of a successful leader.

Meanwhile, on the right, Angkor stood there in his plain janitor's uniform, an oversized red flower on his chest, clutching the massive gold medal. His grin looked... well, a little foolish.

"This is a great picture!" Lin Beifan nodded approvingly. "I'll hang it next to Brother Ye's award photo!"

Angkor quickly shook his head. "No, that's really not necessary..."

"Don't be modest! You deserve it! It'll serve as inspiration for everyone—hard work pays off!" Lin Beifan beamed.

With that, the meeting ended.

—---

Back in his room, Angkor nearly jumped with excitement.

He had finally gotten closer to Lin Beifan!

This meant his chance for revenge had increased!

"Lin Beifan, you have no idea that the person you value, the one you trust, is actually your greatest enemy! But I won't rush things. I'll take my time… I'll drag you down step by step, make you suffer bit by bit, until you have no way to escape!"

Just then, his phone buzzed—it was a message from the man in black.

Man in Black: How's it going?

Angkor: I exposed them, and they got fired! Lin Beifan rewarded me with 1 million yuan, promoted me to full employee status, and calls me Brother Wu now!

Man in Black: Lin Beifan really values you! The last person he treated like this was Ye Xingchen! That guy became Lin Beifan's right-hand man and is now highly respected. We hope you can reach the same level!

Angkor: Of course. I already have a plan!

Man in Black: Need our help?

Angkor: Not this time. I'll handle it myself. Just wait for my good news!

After the conversation, Angkor immediately deleted the messages to erase any trace of their exchange.

Now, he needed to take another step forward—he needed to become Lin Beifan's true confidant.

Loyalty alone wasn't enough. Only those who were both loyal and capable were truly trusted.

Just like Ye Xingchen, the so-called "God of War."

That guy only became Lin Beifan's right-hand man after helping him make billions.

If Angkor wanted to rise, he had to prove his value.

"My skills... tomb raiding, feng shui, and appraising antiques..."

He quickly ruled out the first two.

Tomb raiding was illegal—definitely not something he could showcase.

Feng shui? Too risky. If Lin Beifan became suspicious, it would be dangerous.

That left antique appraisal.

"In my previous life, Lin Beifan loved collecting antiques. He had too much money and needed ways to spend it. If I help him find some rare treasures, he'll definitely value me more!"

A plan formed in Angkor's mind.

—---

The next day, while cleaning Lin Beifan's office, he casually brought up, "Mr. Lin, your office looks a bit empty. Have you thought about adding something?"

Lin Beifan glanced up. "Oh? What do you suggest?"

"I think some antique vases or artifacts would go well with the Chinese-style decor. It'll add more culture to the room. Plus, antiques have collection and investment value—they appreciate over time!"

Lin Beifan's eyes lit up. "That makes sense! What do you recommend?"

Angkor launched into an expert explanation, confidently detailing what pieces would best suit the office.

Lin Beifan was impressed. "Brother Wu, you really know your stuff! You seem very knowledgeable about antiques."

"I just dabbled a little when I was younger," Angkor said humbly. "I didn't study much in school, so I spent my time playing with old porcelain and antiques. Over time, I picked up a few things. But my parents disapproved—they thought I was wasting my time."

"That's just prejudice!" Lin Beifan laughed. "If you master something, it's valuable! Since you know antiques, why don't you come with me tomorrow? It's the weekend, and I was planning to visit the old street market to hunt for some treasures."

Angkor's eyes brightened. "Really? I'd love to!"

Lin Beifan smiled. "Good! If you find me something valuable, I'll reward you generously!"

—---

That evening, Angkor returned home in high spirits.

He lived with his best friend, Fatty Wang.

The two had been inseparable since childhood, even raiding tombs together. Their bond was unbreakable.

As soon as he entered, Fatty Wang called out, "Finally! I'm starving! Did you bring food?"

"Why don't you just order takeout?" Angkor shot back.

"Takeout doesn't have your special touch! So, did you bring anything?"

"Of course! All your favorites."

Fatty Wang rushed out, grabbed the food, and his eyes sparkled. "Dongpo pork, roast duck, braised intestines… Damn, you really know me! Good brother, I love you!"

"Don't get all mushy on me. Just eat!"

"Heh heh, okay!"

Watching his best friend eat, warmth spread through Angkor's heart.

"Fatty, I won't let you suffer in this life. I'll defeat our common enemy, and I'll make sure Lin Beifan loses everything!"