You Pay Me Three Thousand a Month, and You Expect Me to Have Class?

Hold it in and you’ll get breast hyperplasia; take a step back and you’ll get ovarian cysts. Chen Ye gets it now: as long as I have no morals, you can’t guilt-trip me!

He flips the table on his manipulative boss, takes down his two-faced coworker with technical skills, and goes crazier than anyone when dealing with bloodsucking relatives.

After binding to the Workplace Judge System, he earns money by losing his temper and gets rich by talking back.