Shipborne Special Forces.

In an apartment in City S, a fat man who looked to weigh at least 200 pounds was sitting in front of a computer, frantically typing away.

On the computer screen, a cool game character is wielding a greatsword, slashing and hacking away, while at the same time, an anxious voice comes from the speakers.

"Fat Dragon, why are you still playing games? Did you crack the program I asked you to crack last time?"

The man remained glued to the screen, his hands moving without pause.

"What's the rush? Didn't you say seven days? Only four days have passed. I can finish it tomorrow."

"Damn it, Fatty Dragon, can't you have a little sense of responsibility? You..."

Before the speaker finished speaking, the man suddenly looked nervously towards the door.

There were footsteps outside the door, and he recognized them immediately—they were the footsteps of his father, Wang Jianshe.

"Brother, I'll talk to you later, I have something urgent to attend to right now." After saying that, the man didn't care what was being said on the other end of the computer. He hurriedly turned off the computer and then immediately tried to stand up from his chair.

"Wang Aiguo, I need to talk to you." Wang Jianshe's voice came from outside the door, followed by the sound of the doorknob turning.

A second later, the door opened. A middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties walked in, and his gaze was immediately drawn to Wang Aiguo.

Inside the room, Wang Aiguo was bent over, with a chair stuck between his dangling buttocks, and he was desperately pushing against the chair handles, seemingly trying to break free.

Their eyes met, and the air suddenly became quiet.

After a long pause, Wang Jianshe roared, "Eat, eat, eat! All you ever do is eat, eat, eat! You can even get stuck in a chair, and you still keep eating! You're going to drive me crazy!"

One minute later...

Wang Aiguo finally freed himself from the chair, then looked at Wang Jianshe with a forced smile and said softly, "Dad, don't be angry, it was purely an accident, purely an accident. I've been eating less lately, I'm on a diet, really, I'm not lying to you."

Looking at Wang Aiguo, Wang Jianshe felt a sharp pain in his chest. He was truly speechless in the face of his son.

.......

"Aiguo, sit down, I have something I'd like to talk to you about." Wang Jianshe sat on the bed, pointed to a plastic chair in front of him, and said to Wang Aiguo.

Wang Aiguo nodded obediently, then plopped down in the chair opposite Wang Jianshe.

Three seconds later, the chair cracked open, and the death was extremely gruesome.

Wang Jianshe: "..."

"Did I raise a son or a pig?" Wang Jianshe really wanted to rush out of the house and howl to the sky.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Jianshe kept telling himself that the 'pig' in front of him was his own flesh and blood.

It took Wang Jianshe a long time to calm himself down. He pointed to another wooden chair and said to Wang Aiguo, "Sit there."

Wang Aiguo nodded obediently and sat down. The wooden chair made a few creaking sounds, but at least it didn't crack.

Only then did Wang Jianshe slowly speak: "Aiguo, the school is sending you for internships and job hunting. Are you just going to lie around at home like this? What, do you want to continue being a shut-in after graduation?"

This was the third time his father had brought up this issue this year, leaving Wang Aiguo visibly embarrassed. Scratching his head, Wang Aiguo said helplessly, "Dad, can't you stop being so old-fashioned? How am I a shut-in? I'm just a homebody."

"I'll give you one more chance to rephrase your words." Wang Jianshe pulled out his belt and looked coldly at Wang Aiguo.

Looking at the belt made in Yiwu, Zhejiang, that Wang Jianshe was wearing, Wang Aiguo felt a pang of heartache. He had bought this belt ten years ago to curry favor with his father. Heaven knows how durable a 29-yuan belt was; it had lasted for ten years without breaking.

However, now is not the time to discuss such matters, because Wang Aiguo clearly saw that his father's expression was somewhat unfriendly.

"Of course I'm not going to stay at home. I'm just looking for a suitable job," Wang Aiguo said, sitting up straight with a serious expression.

Wang Jianshe raised an eyebrow slightly and said casually, "So, what kind of job are you looking for?"

"High pay, low workload, close to home, flexible working hours, good company food, and preferably with pretty girls to keep me company."

As Wang Aiguo spoke, he became excited and looked at Wang Jianshe with anticipation.

Wang Jianshe looked at his son, whose eyes were shining, and sighed deeply. He knew his son best. His son didn't have any major flaws, except for one thing—laziness, extreme laziness, exceptional laziness.

"You've really wasted your IQ of 138..." Wang Jianshe sighed.

Wang Aiguo scratched his head. Ever since the school tested his IQ at 138 in the first year of junior high school, Wang Jianshe seemed to lament every time that he had wasted his intelligence.

To be honest, he didn't think he was particularly smart. He was just a little faster at memorizing, had better comprehension, and was a little better at calculations. What's so special about that?

"Dad, have you ever suspected that the school actually made a mistake in the test?" Wang Aiguo said seriously.

Wang Jianshe put his hand to his forehead, not knowing what to say. In his fifty years of life, this was the first time he had ever encountered someone who complained about others saying they had a high IQ.

"I'm too lazy to argue with you. You're graduating next year, and judging from your situation, you don't seem interested in going out to work. Our family is well-off enough to support you, but you should know that our family rule is: we don't support idlers; everyone must be self-reliant..."

Before Wang Jianshe could finish speaking, Wang Aiguo said with a serious expression, "This family rule is unreasonable and needs to be changed."

Wang Jianshe: "..."

Ten minutes later...

Wang Jianshe threw the belt aside and sat down on the bed, panting. Wang Aiguo, sitting next to him, sat upright, acting as if nothing had happened.

Wang Jianshe was almost vomiting blood. He seriously doubted whether he had switched babies back then, or if he had brought back a wild boar. The one who was beaten was fine, but the one who did the beating was panting heavily from exhaustion.

"If there were a competition for the most durable person in the world, you would definitely win!" Wang Jianshe roared.

Wang Aiguo: "..."

"This is my passive skill, is it my fault?" Wang Aiguo thought to himself.

Wang Jianshe didn't want to waste any more words. He really had no way to deal with his son. After thinking for a moment, Wang Jianshe took out two contracts and threw them in front of Wang Aiguo.

"Your grandfather and I have discussed it. It's not a good idea for you to stay at home like this. We can afford to support you, but family rules can't be broken. If you want something, you have to fight for it yourself. Haven't you always wanted to own two houses and become a landlord? Fine, I'll grant your wish."

"Holy crap, Dad, you've finally seen the light! You're finally willing to give me two houses so I can live the life of a landlord!" Wang Aiguo jumped up excitedly and shouted.

"Sit down first. As I just said, you have to fight for what you want. Here, take a look. This is the test that your grandfather and I decided to give you after discussing it."

Wang Jianshe suppressed the urge to slap Wang Aiguo to death and gritted his teeth as he pushed the contract forward.

Wang Aiguo didn't notice the one on the left, but he did notice the one on the right. It actually said...