Extracting all things: My attributes grow infinitely.

Jiang Chuan walked out of the office expressionlessly.

Although she didn't know what had happened, Su Yao's attitude was clear: the newcomer, Fang Lin, would completely replace him in his work.

In the courtyard, Lin Xiaowan had already put away her bow and was pulling out the arrows that had been shot into the target one by one.

Jiang Chuan came out.

She opened her mouth, hesitated, and then walked over and whispered, "Sister Su Yao received a call this afternoon, it was Uncle Su calling, and she's been in a bad mood ever since."

Jiang Chuan said, "What does this have to do with me?"

Lin Xiaowan hadn't spoken yet.

A tall figure walked out of the door. It was the young man in light armor from before, along with Fang Lin, the newly arrived intermediate-level disassembler.

Passing by Jiang Chuan, the young Zhao Han coldly remarked, "A toad trying to eat swan meat, how presumptuous!"

"etc!"

Jiang Chuan frowned and said, "What do you mean by that?"

Zhao Han stopped and looked at him with a sneer: "What are you pretending for? Don't you know what I mean? Don't think that just because Commander Su is loyal and righteous, and your father saved Commander Su's life, you can use that as leverage!"

"Sister Su Yao is a prodigy with B-level talent. How could you, a trashy F-level disassembler, possibly be worthy of her?"

"What?"

Jiang Chuan felt completely bewildered.

But after a moment's thought, he immediately understood what was going on.

Because of his father's life-saving grace, Commander Su Lie actually wanted to match him up with Su Yao!

The phone call Su Yao received in the afternoon was probably about this matter, otherwise her attitude wouldn't have changed so drastically!

What kind of situation is this...?

Jiang Chuan felt like a million grass mud horses were galloping through his mind.

He just wanted to make money quietly.

Develop stealthily.

He had absolutely no interest in romantic relationships between men and women—he might consider Ling Aoshuang if she had long legs, fair skin, and a perky bottom, but Su Yao was far from it.

Don't say Su Yao looks down on him, he looks down on Su Yao too!

Forget it.

There's no way to explain this.

Su Yao's actions weren't necessarily a bad thing for him.

Fang Lin took over his team's work, which also meant he would have more free time.

He has already earned his initial investment. Buying high-level equipment from the Craftsman's Pavilion and dismantling it is much more efficient for him than following their team to get basic equipment.

Fang Lin, still standing to the side with a fake smile, said, "Jiang, don't worry. From now on, you'll be my assistant, and I'll make sure you learn real skills!"

Jiang Chuan glanced at him indifferently, said nothing, and turned to leave.

"Pooh!"

Zhao Han spat on the ground with a disdainful look: "A guy with connections who got in through back channels, what's he acting all high and mighty for! Da Linzi, let me tell you, don't be so polite to him in the future! If there's any dirty or heavy work, make him work like crazy! If anything happens, I'll take responsibility!"

……

Tianyuan City will implement a curfew after 9 PM, and professionals below the third rank are not allowed to stay in the city.

The shops in the city had already closed early.

Jiang Chuan also withdrew from the Origin Realm.

The sound of a spatula clattering came from the living room; his mother, Wang Xiulan, was cooking, and the aroma wafted in through the crack in the door.

Jiang Chuan sat up and then pushed open the bedroom door.

"Mom, let me help you!"

"No need, no need, you should rest."

Wang Xiulan didn't even turn her head, stirring the food in the pot with the spatula: "Are you tired today? How's the battle group you joined? Is Commander Su doing well?"

"fine."

Jiang Chuan leaned against the kitchen door frame and said with a smile, "The battle group is large, and the people are all quite nice."

"That's good, that's good."

Wang Xiulan turned around and glanced at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of relief and heartache. "Your dad will be back soon. He said he wants to leave work early today. It's your first day on the front lines, so we should celebrate."

The door lock clicked as soon as he finished speaking, and Jiang Mingyuan pushed the door open and walked out, his face still showing signs of fatigue.

"How did it go, son? Did the Firestorm Legion give you any trouble?"

"Everything is fine."

Jiang Chuan repeated it again.

Jiang Mingyuan changed his shoes, washed up, went into the kitchen, looked at the food in the pot, and nodded with satisfaction: "Braised pork with vermicelli, good dish. I'm in a good mood today, I should have a couple of drinks."

All you ever do is drink.

Wang Xiulan rolled her eyes at him, but still rummaged through the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Red Star liquor.

At the dinner table, there were three dishes and a soup. Jiang Chuan got up to pour his father a full glass of baijiu and poured himself a small half glass as well.

Jiang Mingyuan was overjoyed and raised his glass: "Come on, son, let's celebrate your official entry into the Fiery Battle Group. With a bright future ahead, Dad can rest easy!"

Jiang Chuan picked up the cup, took a sip, and winced from the spiciness.

"Drink slowly, drink slowly."

Wang Xiulan placed an egg on his plate: "Eat more vegetables, to fill your stomach."

After eating a few bites, Jiang Chuan put down his chopsticks and said carefully, "By the way, Dad, Mom, Captain Su gave me an advance on my first month's salary today, 20,000 yuan."

He took a wad of red bills out of his pocket, placed them on the table, and pushed them in front of his parents.

Wang Xiulan stared at the money, stunned.

Jiang Mingyuan was also a little confused, his chopsticks hanging in mid-air.

"Twenty thousand?"

Wang Xiulan raised her voice a notch, "You've only been there for one day, and they've already given you an advance of 20,000 yuan?"

"A-tier battle groups get good treatment, huh!"

Jiang Chuan said without changing his expression, "Dad, Mom, take this 20,000 yuan. Use it to pay off the family's debts. From now on, I'll not only have a monthly salary of 20,000 yuan, but the guild will also subsidize me when buying practice equipment, so it won't cost me much!"

"That won't do!"

Wang Xiulan quickly pushed the money back: "Now that you have the money, go buy some equipment to practice. The Disassembler class requires spending money to level up in the early stages. If you don't level up, how will you establish yourself in the guild later?"

Jiang Mingyuan put down his chopsticks and said seriously, "Son, your mother is right. Since Old Su is treating you so well, you have to spend the money on the right things! You should repay the favor in the future; one must know how to be grateful!"

"But I..."

"I'll listen to Dad."

Jiang Mingyuan's voice wasn't loud, but it was firm: "Your mother and I are stuck with this for life. You're still young, you have a bright future, so this money needs to be spent wisely!"

Wang Xiulan took out an old cloth bag from the side, opened it layer by layer, and inside was a neat stack of banknotes.

"This 50,000 is the savings your father and I have accumulated over many years."

Wang Xiulan pushed the money in front of Jiang Chuan: "It was originally intended for you to use when you got married, but now that you're in the thick of the battle, that's when you need the money. Take it first, and we'll talk about it later when you earn more!"

Ugh.

Jiang Chuan sighed inwardly.

He was afraid the elderly couple would react this way, so he didn't dare to take out too much money.

In fact, he earned nearly 100,000 yuan today, but he couldn't tell the truth, otherwise his parents would only worry more.

Jiang Chuan quietly put the money away.

He suddenly understood.

If you give money directly to your parents, no matter how much it is, they will be reluctant to spend it on themselves. This is a common problem among the older generation who are frugal.

To show filial piety to them, you can only turn money into goods that cannot be returned.

Thinking about it.

Jiang Chuan did not dwell on the matter any further.