Good Man Operation Guide

Lin Zhenfei was stabbed twice by his father.

One wound was on his left thigh, and the other was on his right thigh.

The two slashes didn’t hurt the tendons nor touched the bones. This should have been a good thing to be thankful for if Lin Shiheng hadn’t taken him to work in the company on the grounds that his injuries weren’t serious...

Lin Zhenfei once fantasized about being taken to work at Lin’s company after graduation. After all, he was the only heir to the Lins. Even if his grades were bad, he would always inherit his family business.

He imagined going to work: Having a luxurious office, an obeclient female secretary, having a lofty style, and everyone who saw him should respectfully say President Lin'.

On his first day at work, the heartless old father punctured his dream.

“You’re so stupid; it’s a waste of position to have you as an assistant at work. From now on, be my personal life assistant."

At 6 a.m, Lin Zhenfei, whose two legs were still aching, was woken up by Lin Shiheng himself. While dozing off and eating breakfast, he had to listen to his father’s arrangements.

“Do you understand what a personal assistant means?”

Lin Zhenfei was so sleepy that he almost buried himself in the rice congee in front of him, but his fear towarcl his father made him hold himself up, barely. He tried to open his eyes, racking his brain to think. “Taking care of Dad’s life?"

“No."

Lin Shiheng drank the rice congee in front of him, put the boiled eggs on the table in his pocket, and spoke with a blank face, “You are so stupid, how can you take good care of me? “

“A life assistant, that means to keep the same life as me, got it?”

(TNote: The words forpersonal assistant are 'life'and 'assistant', so Shiheng is just messing with his son XD. An assistant is usually like a secretary, while a personal assistant’s job includes things involving dailylife and so much more.)

Keeping the same life as dad ...?

Lin Zhenfei’s spirit was shaken. His mincl immediately began to depict scenes in which he followed his father in formal wear and sat in the boss’s chair, looking dominant, facing a group of subordinates and reprimanding them.

Very few youngsters of his age didn’t like the prestige of the few at the top.

Compared with showing off new cars and villas to a group of peers, of course, it was more exciting to be the big boss in control of the fate of a company.

Lin Zhenfei was excited.

Lin Zhenfei was happy.

Lin Zhenfei was about to float into the sky.

Then Lin Shiheng took him running around the garden for an hour and a half.

It was half-past 6 in the morningli!

Making a man with thigh injuries run!!!??

Would normal people clo this?!

When running the first lap, Lin Zhenfei was in high spirits, and he was particularly proud to overtake his father, who slowly ran forward.

Although he was injured, the injury wasn’t heavy. He felt a little pain when running, but it didn’t matter. The pleasure of surpassing his own father was enough to offset the pain.

When he ran the second lap, his legs gradually lost their strength, and he also went slower. However, the slower he was, the more difficult it was to lift his legs. Just when he wanted to stop and take some rest, Lin Shiheng slowly took out a stun gun from his pocket.

Then, it landed on Lin Zhenfei’s butt with steady precision.

“Ouch!!!!”

The gardener, who was lovingly watering the garden, curiously raised his head to look around.

Whose huskies were let out? The bark was too miserable.

At 8 o’clock, Lin Zhenfei spread out like a salted fish.

He really felt salty.

How long had it been since he exercised like this? His usual life was either drinking or staying up late, or dancing and playing with a group of friends. Running was never in Young Master Lin’s consideration.

Now, he fiercely ran. He was so exhausted; how could he not be sweaty?

As we all know, sweat was salty.

Salty sweat flowed into the wound that hadn’t yet healed, and it was painful enough to make Lin Zhenfei, who was already exhausted to death, lie prone on the ground with a grim and bitter face.

Because he ran out of strength, he didn’t even have the strength to cry.

Lin Zhenfei, covered in stinky sweat, was sent off to shower by a disgusted Lin Shiheng.

At half-past 8 in the morning, they arrived at the company.

Assistant Zhao thoughtfully brought in another small desk into Lin Shiheng’s office.

“Young Master Lin, this is where you work in the future. Usually, it won’t be a big deal. You need to help President Lin pour water. get meals, or send documents or something."

It didn’t sound like it required a lot of skill.

Lin Zhenfei sat clown carefully with his limp legs and relaxed a little.

After such a cruel hour and a half run. sitting in the office was much more comfortable.

Letting the air conditioner blow and facing the computer, life was still very comfortable.

Lin Shiheng sat behind his big clesk, looked up, and glanced at his son’s silly expression. He smiled and handed over the documents in his hand.

“Send it to the third floor. You’re not allowed to use the elevator.”

Lin Zhenfei:"... Dad, this is the twenty-first floor.”

“I know.”

The well-dressecl man took off his glasses when he was working, and his eyes narrowed slightly. His tone was cold, “You’re only 18 years old, and you’re this weak?! Do you want me, a white-haired person, to send off a black-hairecl person?"

(TNote: a white-haired person sending off a black-hairecl person (to the underworld) = someone younger dying first, before their old parents.)

Lin Zhenfei:

He shivered because his legs were still weak after running and tried to avoicl it, “But I’m injured, and if this goes on, the injury will get worse.”

“You have a good point.”

Lin Shiheng nodded, bent down, pulled open the clrawer, took out a small bottle, and placed it on the table. His magnetic voice was cold and indifferent.

“Take it.”

“What is this?”

Lin Zhenfei was confused and curious. He carefully looked at his father’s face. At the same time, he buckled and came over and took the small bottle.

“Yunnan White Medicine."

(TNote: Yunnan Baiyao/White Medicine = a traditionai Chinese Medicine formula used for wound healing, as a pain reliever, and to stop bleeding, still used today.)

The old father’s tone was calm, “Sprinkle some over the wound when you run, and you won’t die for a while."

Lin Zhenfei:... Dad, am I really your biological son?

He was lazy to the bone, so he refused to give up and wanted to avoicl it again, “But I..."

—Bam!

The electric shock stick was placed on the table.

The slender fingers holding it raised it to the same height as the handsome face.

Lin Shiheng stared at his son without any emotion.

“Either you stay and get electrocuted by me until the end of the day or deliver the papers. Either way, your choice."

Lin Zhenfei, who just had a face full of bitterness, immediately put a big smile on his face and clutchecl the documents with great vigor, and stood at attention.

“I love running down the stairs! Dad, wait, I’ll be back soon!"

Anyway, his father wouldn’t see him after he went out the door. It wasn’t a big deal for him to find a place to squat and rest, count the time, then take the elevator down.

“Hmm.”

Lin Shiheng faintly responded, opened the computer with a black screen to the side, and called up the staircase monitoring in front of Lin Zhenfei.

After putting the monitor in front of Lin Zhenfei, the man sitting behind the desk raised his glass, took a sip of it slowly, and looked up at his son. His meaning was self-evident.

You dare to fake it. and I’ll kill you.

Lin Zhenfei’s lively little heart was pressed clown again by the electric shock stick.

With trembling legs and clutching the papers, he limped, stepping clown the stairs.