“Issiah Linwood, pack your stuff and leave.”
Lily Underwood, the sales manager of Chaoyang Group, said it without even looking up.
“I’m fired?”
Issiah froze for a second. “I’ve been doing my job just fine. Why would you suddenly kick me out?”
“The company thinks you’re no longer a fit, so we don’t need you anymore.”
Issiah had worked in the sales department for over half a year, never took a single day off, always the first to show up and the last to leave.
He originally thought all that effort would land him a raise or maybe even a promotion.
Never imagined he’d get tossed out instead.
“Manager Underwood, this is a bit much, isn’t it? Just because I don’t shower you with gifts, you fire me for no reason? That’s crossing the line.” He tried to argue, voice tight with frustration.
“Reason? You think you’re in any position to talk reason with me?” Lily shot him a cold glance. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
“I’ve got a meeting in a bit. Move along. Don’t waste my time.” She flicked her hand dismissively, grabbed the folder on her desk, and strutted out.
The office fell silent, leaving Issiah alone with the echo of her heels fading away.
No job, no income—tomorrow’s meals suddenly felt like a luxury.
“Damn it…” he muttered under his breath. “Good thing I still have that busted old hatchback. Worst case, I can drive for Dingdang. Should at least keep me fed.”
Then—
[Ding. Full-Profession Experience System activated. A new profession will be assigned randomly every week. Complete built-in tasks to earn ultimate rewards. Assisting host to rise to global dominance!]
[Current profession: Dingdang Driver]
[Completion: 0%
Reach 90% within one week to unlock next profession early. Reach 100% for a mysterious grand reward.
]
[Please claim your Dingdang Driver Starter Pack: 10 million Yan coins! 100% ownership of Baywan Grand Hotel! A Pagani Huayra worth 28 million!]
Holy crap.
The moment the notifications echoed in his mind, Issiah felt his whole world tilt.
As a loyal web‑novel enthusiast, he knew exactly what a “system” meant.
He just never expected he’d actually get one himself.
“The system… if I can’t hit 100% within a week, what happens?”
[The host may choose to unlock a new profession, or continue the current one until it reaches 100%. Once completed, the system will automatically open the next profession.]
After listening to the explanation, Isaiah Linwood finally got the hang of how this whole thing worked.
The freedom was insane—he basically held all the cards.
Nice. Really nice.
“Claim it,” Isaiah said without a second thought.
[Ding. Ten million Huaguo coins have been deposited into the host’s account.]
[The Baywan Hotel requires the host to claim ownership on-site.]
[The Pagani Huayra is parked in Chaoyang Group’s parking lot, Area C, slot 22. You can find the key in the elevator lobby.]
Right then, Isaiah’s phone buzzed with a new message.
“Your savings account ending in 4255 received a deposit of Huaguo Coins 10,000,000.00 on April 27th at 9:48 AM. Current balance: 10,000,101.15. [Jiangwan Bank].”
Before he could react, another text came in.
“Congratulations, you are now registered as a DingDang driver.”
Isaiah let out a long breath, trying to steady the rush in his chest.
With a system like this backing him… why on earth would he keep that crappy job?
This was the real deal.
Ring ring—
His phone lit up again. Cecily Willoughby was calling.
“Issiah, let’s break up. Don’t come to my birthday party, and don’t call me again.”
Her voice was cold, clipped—so distant that Isaiah froze for a moment, caught off guard by how sudden it was.
“You’re being serious?”
“Of course I am. I’ve been with you for so long—what have you ever bought me? I asked you for a basic phone and you couldn’t even afford that. I’m done wasting my youth on you.”
“You’re sure you won’t regret this?”
“Regret? Please. Being with you for the past half year is the one thing I regret the most. From today on, don’t contact me again.”
“Alright then. Let’s end it clean.”
Isaiah Linwood didn’t say another word. He simply hung up.
“So it’s not just the system popping up… even the cliché breakup plot showed up. Whatever. One ends, a better one starts.”
He muttered in his head, stretched lazily, and let the frustration slide off.
Everything else could wait. First thing—go check out that sports car.
Once the thought settled, Isaiah bolted out of the office like he’d just been unchained. The colleagues outside exchanged helpless looks.
“Poor Isaiah… good guy, but way too blunt. If he’d just sent some holiday gifts, none of this would’ve happened.”
“There goes our company’s number-one eye candy. Now we don’t even have someone to daydream about at work.”
“That old witch gave him hints so many times, he still refused. Of course she wouldn’t keep him.”
“Yeah… sucks for him.”
When he reached the elevator, a bulky delivery envelope was lying inside.
Without hesitation, Isaiah tore it open. As expected—inside was the key to a Pagani.
Down in the underground garage, he sprinted straight toward Spot C22.
He knew this area like the back of his hand—his rattling little Xiali always sat right next to it in C21.
“What happened to it now? Why won’t this thing start?”
Not far ahead, a woman stood beside a car, frustration on her face. She wore a beige wrap dress that hugged her figure, makeup flawlessly done, her delicate nose bridge catching the light. Her long legs were wrapped in sheer black stockings, paired with heels that clicked lightly against the concrete.
Her curves were outlined so perfectly it was almost impossible to look away.
“Ms. Ashworth?”
Spotting the figure ahead, Isaiah Linwood called out tentatively.
He hadn’t seen her face clearly from the side, but he definitely recognized the car. In the entire company, only one person drove that Maserati—Keira Ashworth, the president of Chaoyang Group.
Hearing someone call her name, Keira brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and glanced in his direction.
“You’re Isaiah from Sales, right?”
“You still remember me, Ms. Ashworth?”
He was just a nobody in the company, practically invisible. For someone as untouchable as the president to remember him at all… it was honestly surprising.
“I ran into you once. Guess the impression stuck a little.”
There was no way she would admit it had stuck because he happened to be annoyingly good‑looking.
“Ms. Ashworth, is your car acting up?” Isaiah asked.
Keira nodded, a hint of urgency flashing in her eyes. “It was perfectly fine when I drove in this morning. No idea what happened, but now it won’t start.”
“I’m not great with cars,” Isaiah said, “but if you’re in a hurry, you can take mine.”
Keira’s brows gathered slightly. After thinking it over for a moment, she gave a small nod.
“I need to get to the Construction Committee to meet one of the directors. I’ll trouble you to give me a ride.”
“No problem at all.” Isaiah smiled. “My car’s parked in Zone C. Just come with me.”
The C zone of the parking lot was meant for employees. It took a bit of walking to get there, and the echo of each step felt especially clear in the quiet space.
“Alright, thank you for the trouble.”
Keira Ashworth’s voice was soft but polite, completely unaware that Isaiah Linwood had already been fired. She still spoke to him the way she always did—calm, distant, yet respectful.
Isaiah opened his mouth as if wanting to say something, but before he could speak, footsteps approached from behind.
A man strolled out with an easy smile, his tone sounding like he’d been waiting for this moment.
“Keira, I heard your car’s acting up. Wherever you’re headed, I can take you. No need to trouble someone else for a ride.”
His words floated in the air, smooth and confident, instantly breaking whatever quiet understanding had been forming between Isaiah and Keira.
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PS: The cars in the story have been adjusted a bit. Please bear with the mental image changes—don’t worry, the main plot stays the same. The further it goes, the better it gets. Thanks for all your support.
