Nothing is absolute. From a probabilistic point of view, even if something has a good reputation, there is still a chance of problems arising. For instance, airports and airlines are managed by Six Sigma standards because the consequences are severe, and even minor issues must be controlled to a probability of one in a million. This is already very difficult to achieve and a very small number, but if you consider that there are over a thousand flights landing and taking off in city S every day, even if controlled to one in a million, there is still a chance of something going wrong each year.

This Jie Rui Security Guard Company has had no issues at Paradise Group for several years, but that doesn't mean anything. The past doesn't equal the future; in fact, the likelihood of issues arising in the future is greater. Complacency always leads to slackness. Necessary stimulation can drive them to work hard for their own honor. As long as they remember today's stimulus, they can work more attentively.

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In the afternoon when work resumed, Yang Dalong drove Li Yan to their company. Seeing that Yang Dalong was not looking too pleased, Li Yan was worried he might leave him behind, so he drove his own car there together.

They arrived at an old building, and without seeing any signage, Li Yan smiled and asked, "Your company seems like it should have quite a few people. How come there's no decent sign?"

Yang Dalong said indifferently, "Our company can't compare to Paradise Group. You can afford a whole building for an office; we're not so lucky. Our base and dormitories are in the suburbs where rent and living costs are cheaper; this is just an office. In our line of work, we rely on reputation and reliable service. Who needs a flashy sign?"

"That makes sense."

The two reached the sixth floor, and apart from the elevator, they soon saw the sign for "Jie Rui Security Guard Company." Following Yang Dalong, Li Yan entered their office. But there was no one in sight. The door wasn't locked, so they just walked in.

"Inside!" Hearing the sound from a room inside, Yang Dalong frowned slightly and quickly walked toward it.

Li Yan followed. Inside the office was a larger room, which could possibly be a place for showcasing bodyguard candidates' skills. It was more spacious inside and not cluttered with things.

At this moment, many people were already standing in the room. Only the person closest to the door turned to look at them, saw it was Yang Dalong, nodded, and continued watching.

Li Yan quickly scanned the room and saw two fashionable young women in hot pants sitting on chairs on one side. Next to them stood a middle-aged woman. In the center was a cold-looking man in his twenties, opposing him was a short-haired young woman. It seemed like a martial arts contest was about to happen, and there were quite a few spectators standing around.

"A challenge? But you're not a martial arts school, right?" Li Yan whispered.

Yang Dalong himself wasn't sure. Just as he was about to ask the person who had seen him earlier, that person spoke up, "No! It's not a challenge; it's a bodyguard selection!"

Does selecting a bodyguard require fighting? Bringing experts for bodyguard selection? Li Yan was unsure of the customs here, so he refrained from asking as he was an outsider.

The man extended his hand for a gentle introduction, "Hello, Wu Xiaoji. Those two women are here to select a bodyguard, but they stipulated that the candidate must beat their current male bodyguard. We've called in several women, but none of them have won."

While Wu Xiaoji was introducing things to Li Yan and Yang Dalong, over there, it had already started. The man's moves were incredibly fierce; even though he hadn't touched anyone, one could imagine his power. The short-haired female bodyguard was no match for him and was quickly forced back. If the room was spacious enough, she might have been able to engage in evasive combat, but the indoor setting wasn't ideal for her skills. Of course, bodyguards can't choose their battleground as surprises can happen anywhere.

While everyone focused on the scene, Li Yan noticed another girl with loose hair falling over her eyes. It was Li Jie! Unexpectedly, she was a professional bodyguard. It seemed she hadn't made a move yet, but the other girls beside her had already been defeated, so she was next in line.

"Ah—" A girl screamed as the leg she kicked out was harshly intercepted by the man. In a contest of brute force, a girl's physical strength and hardness are often no match for a man's. This man practiced a technique emphasizing toughness, and that direct kick struck the side of the girl's leg, knocking her to the ground. Cold sweat on her forehead, she leaned against the wall to stand up, the disparity in skill now evident.

Everyone held in their frustration; having already established that they were inferior to him, he could have defeated them gently, just enough to make a point. But he showed no mercy, only stopping after he kicked the woman's leg with enough force to injure it!

At this moment, the man spoke arrogantly, but in Beihai dialect.

"Beihai native?"

Wu Xiaoji seemed quite surprised, "Isn't it obvious? Do I really need to introduce that?"

"Is this all you have? No one decent?" The middle-aged woman translated.

(I just glanced at the word count. Do you remember when we first launched and we were still on the new book list, just a few hundred away from 200,000? Now it's over 550,000! This means there's been an update of over 350,000! The actual chargeable content should be only over 310,000. The rest are free add-ons like headcounts, thanks, and vote solicitations.

At the beginning of the month, I said I could guarantee 200,000 words. Later, I mentioned that I wanted all subscribers to get a Blue Diamond this month, which requires 250,000—without realizing it, I've achieved it! Had I said over 300,000 initially, I might have found it hard to imagine, yet breaking it down into daily updates made it doable. Many friends probably know my daily routine: staying up all night writing until the morning or even noon, then sleeping in the afternoon, getting up to write in the evening until late night. Some friends like to compete in writing, but when it comes to speed, I can only hang my head, embarrassed, with tears almost running down my face. Haven't mingled, aside from drafting, revising, and proofreading, my actual typing speed is just over a thousand words, and daily updates require burning the midnight oil for a dozen hours.

With such motivation from everyone, there's hardly any time left for family. I only get to see my child when they wake and go to bed. It's mainly because each one of you, your subscriptions, rewards, and monthly tickets, touches and compels me to work hard. Earlier readers also know I've flopped several books in a row, with six months with no books adding a great economic strain, so I cherish your support all the more. I am striving with all my might to update and repay you all. Today is the weekend. The child said it had been a long time since his father went out; even stepping out could be a form of exercise. On the 31st, his kindergarten has a performance; he pitifully asked if I would watch...thinking about it is bittersweet. To have pushed myself to this point, I've done my best. While guaranteeing at least three chapters a day, any more than that is an extra, but I've been bursting often. Seeing how "Mingles Daily Appears on the VIP Three-Day Update List," it's likely the updates are among the top in this period. Even so, I don't have the time to stockpile drafts. For the last two or three days, I'll update as much as I can, but a ten-chapter burst is obviously beyond reach. Still, what I promise, I'll deliver. No matter how many monthly tickets we end up with at the end of this month, each 20 tickets will be thanked with an additional chapter. Brothers, if you have monthly tickets, vote for the old slacker. Finishing second feels a little unsatisfying; achieving a new-book top-5 goal now seems impossible. But you've already given your all; don't overburden yourselves for me; everyone has a tough time. I feel all your support, deeply grateful. My eyes are almost getting a little wet right now. ——Old slacker)

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