I Insist on a Five-Day Workweek, but the Female CEO Is Chasing Me

After five years of overtime, I was diagnosed with terminal cancer. On the day we broke up, I awakened the Two-Day Weekend Get-Rich System. Spend money on weekends, get a hundredfold cashback. Sleep on weekends, and my stats skyrocket. From then on, I became the most punctual person at the company when it came to clocking out. My boss called me a good-for-nothing, so I turned around and bought his rival company, then kicked him out. My colleagues laughed at me for not taking my work seriously. I went fishing over the weekend and happened to stumble upon a national treasure, shocking the entire internet. When the corporate tycoons launched an all-out attack on me during the workweek, I was soaking in a hot spring with the company’s female CEO. I answered the phone and said just one thing: “What’s the rush? Once I wake up on Tuesday, your company will be mine.” The world works itself to the bone, but my path to godhood begins with a two-day weekend.