"Ah?"
The password was actually eight 8s. Biaozi looked somewhat bewildered at the diary in his hand, and saw the faint yellow question mark on the cover gradually turn into a green exclamation mark.
A panel appeared in front of everyone.
"Task thirty-four completed, Zhang Yi."
Zhang Yi, standing by, smiled broadly, somewhat at a loss, scratching the back of his head as he pulled his brother into a hug. At this moment, he discovered something more satisfying than putting things in the refrigerator.
That is brainstorming.
He decided on the way back that he wouldnāt just train his physical fitness in the Combat Training Virtual Space; he would also need to study, as he has a talent in this aspect which should not go to waste.
"Quick, look, look."
Old Pig hurriedly leaned over, several people surrounding the notebook, started browsing from page one carefully, afraid to miss anything.
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"April 27, 7257": Today is my 27th birthday. I donāt know what to do. The factory manager found me and hinted that if I were willing to marry his daughter, he would give his position to me.
But the factory manager clearly knows I have a girlfriend, and knows that I love my girlfriend deeply.
In my eyes, true love is something that comes unexpectedly and should not be sought.
This is a tough decision. Starting today, I will use my diary to record my life.
"April 28, 7257": I have thought it over. I broke up with my girlfriend. She cried very sadly, and I was also very sad. I think I might have made the wrong choice, missing someone who truly loves me.
"April 29, 7257": I married the factory managerās daughter at the factory. The factory manager was very anxious. I donāt know why, but even at the daughterās wedding, itās hard for him to smile, just urging us to hurry up and have a child.
"April 30, 7257": The factory manager went crazy; last night he spiked my drink with an aphrodisiac. I spent the night with his daughter seven times. This morning I woke up feeling like I was going to die. I donāt understand what the manager is trying to do.
"May 1, 7257": I became the factory manager.
"May 2, 7257": Being the factory manager is great, except the manager keeps urging me to quickly get in bed with his daughter. A wave of unknown fear sweeps over me.
"May 18, 7257": Iāve gradually learned how to manage the factory, but for some reason, orders have suddenly decreased significantly. We are a military factory, and reportedly, for the past few hundred years, Mechanical Civilization and Insect Race have been fighting, constantly providing us with large orders to produce weapons. Could it be that the war is about to end?
"May 31, 7257": The orders are decreasing more and more. Is the war really going to stop? I hope it continues, fighting for several hundred more years. Iāve just become the factory manager, and havenāt earned any money yet!
"June 15, 7257": After becoming the factory manager, I mercilessly humiliated those old employees in the āProcessing Departmentā who used to make things difficult for me. Haha, it felt great, though Iāve never gone to the Processing Department. Thatās where I met my ex-girlfriend and fell in love with her. Iām afraid I will regret my decision now.
"June 15, 7257": No regrets, life now is like living in paradise compared to before. How could I regret it? I wasnāt fully awake this morning; from now on, I wonāt write in the diary in the morning.
"June 30, 7257": Iām scared of my current wife now. She finds me several times a day. I asked her why, she said itās her fatherās request. Could her father be a pervert, hiding cameras in my room? Does he like watching his daughter...?
"July 1, 7257": I carefully checked my room and found no cameras, but my father-in-law came to urge again today, sounding very anxious, as if he wished to witness me doing the matter personally. I feel there must be many things my father-in-law is hiding from me.
"August 13, 7257": Today the factoryās āGiant Gear Groupā broke down, and the factoryās technician couldnāt fix it. I found a professional technician from outside, and while he was working, his wife brought him a meal. I recognized her at first glanceāshe was the woman I loved. When our eyes met, she was evasive. For some reason, the moment I saw her, I wanted to give up everything I had now and go embrace her again.
"August 13, 7257": I drank a lot... I might be drunk... I regret it. I really regret it... Sheās still so gentle. Whatās good about the factory manager? If I could do it all over again, Iād choose her and not be the factory manager. But... but everything cannot be redone. I can feel she still loves me, she loves me still.
"September 1, 7257": I built a secret room behind my office, with a one-way glass facing south. I occasionally call that technician to repair equipment, and while heās working, I bring his wife into the secret room, repairing her.
Everything seems unchanged.
But somehow, there is a slight change.
She has changed.
She has become somewhat hesitant yet welcoming, morality is telling her this is wrong, but the love between us makes her quite enjoy it. I am very angry, venting my jealousy. Clearly, Iām the factory manager, and heās just a damn technician.
Why should he openly have the woman I love!
Just thinking that I can only do this sneakily, while that despicable technician can do it with impunity, makes me feel very angry, jealousy almost driving me insane, I almost strangled her...
"September 10, 7257": She has gradually relaxed a lot, at first not daring to even look at her husband working on repairs, but now beginning to lean on the glass, staring directly at her husband. Iāve never seen her like this before.