Rebirth 2010: I taught Mr. Lei how to make a mobile phone

Chapter 768 You're just here to take a dump, aren't you?
At dawn, as the sky begins to lighten, the city is still half-awake.

The morning sun lazily peeked out, catching a glimpse of the waning moon hanging in the sky, and chuckled inwardly: "I'm already on duty and you're still not off? Screw you!"
However, when it got up, it saw dark clouds rolling in at the horizon swallowing the waning moon, and felt that it might be able to leave work early today.

As the sun rises in the east.

Various shopping malls and supermarkets in Zhongguancun have begun their routine preparations for reopening.

One of the supermarket managers looked at the elderly people who had been waiting in line outside for a long time.

As is customary, during the National Day holiday each year, various businesses will launch targeted discount and promotional activities to attract customers.

Their event today is a discount on eggs.

The manager glanced at the line outside and wondered to himself, "Why are there so few elderly people here today? Less than a hundred."
That shouldn't be the case. Did they know that young working people are the main consumers during the National Day holiday, so they deliberately gave the holiday to young people?
This is unlike their usual style. You know, these are the guys who can go toe-to-toe with young people on buses and subways during rush hour.
But he didn't think much of it.
At 7 a.m., the supermarket's roller shutter slowly rose, officially opening for business.

Although the number of participants was less than usual, the fighting spirit of the elderly men and women was not diminished at all.

Within a minute of the door opening, only a dozen or so people managed to squeeze in—because "I want to be advanced" has become an obsession ingrained in the bones of every elderly person; when they were young, they all wore armbands.

More than ten kilometers away, somewhere in the suburbs of Beijing.

A group of sprightly elderly people are urgently assembling.

Their long-standing habit of waking up early left them feeling no fatigue; on the contrary, they were excited about the "group activity" they were about to participate in.

The team leader, looking at the group that seemed even younger than the young people themselves, was very satisfied. He raised his arm and spoke.

"Gentlemen, we've been training for this moment! These next few days are our time to shine. Remember, be yourself and enjoy this unforgettable experience! Does everyone have confidence?"

"Yes!" A deep yet resounding reply pierced the night sky.

"Alright! Final equipment check, board the vehicle in ten minutes!"

Ten minutes later, a convoy of tour buses sped off in a certain direction in the city.
At 8:30, the bus convoy quietly took its place.

Everyone remained still, waiting for the "protagonist" to build up their emotions.

As it approached 10 o'clock, Wu Liangde, his face flushed, clutched his stomach and walked briskly forward.

Hundreds of meters behind them, "reinforcements" disguised as a morning exercise group were secretly following.

He endured the sharp pain in his abdomen—through special training, he had learned to use his willpower to fight off these waves of excruciating pain.

His original task was to film the main scene on the last day; the scenes in the previous days were for extras.

But he had a desire to be the lead, so he volunteered for the first day's task, but he didn't expect it to be such a memorable performance.

Make money, don’t be shabby!
These days, if you want to make big money, you have to be shameless. Face is nothing to someone his age!
He heard that young people on short video platforms are now showing off their skills, which he finds utterly unappealing, lacking any technical sophistication and no different from beggars.

Perhaps because I was distracted, the abdominal pain actually felt a little better.

"Hang in there!" he encouraged himself. "I have to hold on. I've never seen anyone's poop so valuable in my life. This is much more valuable than those young people who get paid to poop. After all, whose poop is worth a thousand yuan?"

He jogged through the park and streets, ignoring the public toilets on the roadside, and plunged into the supermarket he was after.

Remembering the precautions before departure, and adhering to professional ethics, Wu Liangde first looked around, then his eyes lit up, and he ran towards the area with the highest customer traffic.

Upon arriving at the delivery location, he didn't immediately begin his performance. Instead, he pretended to ask the middle-aged security guard next to him a question.
“Young man,” Wu Liangde’s voice trembled as much as his current state, “Where’s the toilet? Do you need to go upstairs? But I… ouch!”

Suddenly, a thunderous rumbling sound came from his intestines. Wu Liangde closed his eyes, grabbed with both hands, and stomped his feet—

"Crackling and popping!"

Shoppers heard a sound nearby that resembled thunder or firecrackers, but they didn't know what was happening. They were wondering why the thunder was now beckoning.
As for the person involved, the security guard was like someone suffering from epilepsy. He trembled all over when he saw the scene in front of him, his pupils dilated, and he staggered backward, almost fainting from the stench that hit him.

He then immediately retreated several steps to get away from the poison circle.

In just over ten seconds, the entire area seemed to be paused.

When the sense of smell conveys the truth faster than sight, the terrified crowd scatters like birds.

Wu Liangde felt he had a clear understanding of things, but he still had some unresolved issues. Adhering to the principle of "the more you work, the more you earn," he began to move from one place to another, an unstoppable trend.

If the security guards or supermarket manager had the courage to defuse the mine immediately, perhaps more serious consequences could have been avoided.

Unfortunately, no one around dared to step forward.

Just then, a large number of elderly people poured into the supermarket, shouting "Where are my eggs?" and launched a desperate charge into the supermarket.

The security guard, trembling in the corner, watched helplessly as many people rushed into the supermarket through minefields; in an instant, the entire place was a minefield.
Looking at the mess of excrement in front of him, the security guard swallowed hard. Thank goodness he wasn't a cleaner.
Before he could even catch his breath, a second wave of men arrived.

Wait, are those people holding cameras?!
Perhaps several tens of seconds, or even a minute, have passed.

Countless screams erupted from inside the supermarket. Customers abandoned their purchases and fled as if some indescribable terror existed within. Some even tripped and fell to the ground in the chaos.
It's all a mess, a complete mess!
As time passed and the aroma intensified, people in the distance pointed and whispered in the direction of the supermarket. Those who loved a good spectacle now had their moment to shine.

This scene wasn't limited to this one; the same scenario was playing out simultaneously in three other supermarkets.

Thanks to the convenience of mobile internet, many of these scenes sparked heated discussions online, with some genuine bravery members even livestreaming from the scene, attracting countless viewers and spectators.
After the brief disturbance, the four supermarkets involved immediately implemented emergency response measures, and the stores were basically closed for disinfection and sterilization throughout the afternoon.

Subsequently, each party responded via Weibo, but the content varied.

Some claimed they had called the police and had zero tolerance for malicious vandalism and disruption; others refused to be interviewed by the media or respond to questions; still others said it was due to individual customers' gastrointestinal discomfort, which was understandable.

Others insisted that the stains on the floor were caused by an employee accidentally spilling curry tomato sauce, urging everyone not to spread or believe rumors.
Local media reports were released that evening.

Was the “biological attack” on four supermarkets a coincidence or a conspiracy?

Experts urge supermarkets to provide emergency waste disposal kits.

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Four supermarkets suffered heavy losses that day, and the subsequent impact is even more difficult to estimate.

Netizens, eager for a spectacle, shared their opinions.

Some talented netizens have already analyzed the elements involved based on photos and live stream footage.

One netizen, inspired by the scenery, expressed their feelings: "Ah! The supermarket during Golden Week / Crowds coming and going / There's poop on the ground / And wounds in my heart."

Netizens with a knack for making connections lamented: "It's clearly shit, but they insist on calling it curry. How am I supposed to eat the curry chicken takeout I just ordered tonight? Damn it!"

E-commerce expert: "Look at Taobao, some sellers are already offering 'Filthy Youth' T-shirts with designs of deformed feces marks and the caption 'I'm cracked,' keeping up with current events."

Some netizens with medical backgrounds analyzed the situation: "Based on the stool images circulating online, this one has a straight intestine, and as expected, the other one definitely had food poisoning."

That evening, in the QQ group "Seven Heroes of the Battle".

"After thirty years in retail, this is truly eye-opening! That image is all I see when I close my eyes now; I even threw up three times after dinner."

"This was definitely Chen Mo's doing! He specifically targets the lowest levels of the body, using all sorts of vulgar language—it's utterly despicable!"

"Never mind who did it, people online are calling us 'the supermarket that's been laced with shit'! This has really ruined our reputation."

"Sigh, we should hurry up and think of a way to salvage our reputation. Money is a small matter, reputation is the big deal."

"I think it's more important to know who our enemy is. I guess it's either Yu Donglai or Chen Mo. Don't you all know where Yu Donglai's hometown is? You can't expect to find any good people there. It's a miracle he's not stealing manhole covers."

"Damn it, how dare you talk like that? I'm from there."

"What a load of nonsense! Doesn't anyone realize that only the four of us got into trouble? If it were an attack on our competitors, would they be so kind as to let the others off the hook?"

"Don't panic, everyone. This might be something they did on purpose."

"Humph"

That night, a seed of disagreement and suspicion began to sprout among the group members.

The four regional managers submitted an accident report to headquarters overnight, as the impact of this incident was simply too severe.

Little did they know that this was merely an "appetizer".

May 10, 2:1 am
Construction barriers were quietly erected in front of three supermarkets. Workers wearing reflective vests were building walls in the dark, and even before the cement was dry, they thoughtfully posted notices saying "Municipal Pipeline Emergency Repair".

In just over an hour, a brand new wall appeared in front of the supermarket, painted in a similar color to the one next to it, thanks to the construction team's truck.

In the early morning, when the first customers arrived, they circled around the supermarket—where was the door?
The original entrance has been replaced by a brand new brick wall. Some people even went closer to confirm that it was not a prank sticker, only to find that it was the real thing.

The sight of people blocking the door was a novel experience for the surrounding crowd, who all took out their phones and flashed their cameras one after another.

Soon after, the hashtag #TheDisappearedSupermarket# quickly became a trending topic in the city. The echoes of yesterday's 'Resident Evil' had not yet faded when the 'blocking the door incident' resurfaced, once again drawing the attention of the media and the public.

Supermarkets in large shopping malls, located on the basement level, were spared from the disaster.

However, before they could even feel relieved, new trouble arose. Perhaps due to the chaos and even the risk of overcrowding yesterday, relevant departments conducted a focused inspection and issued rectification requirements for some safety exits and passageways.
On October 3, these supermarkets were filled with elderly people.

Each person had a small shopping cart, treating the supermarket like a park to escape the summer heat. They didn't buy anything, just browsed around, following the same schedule as the supermarket staff, and could stay there all day.

This has caused great inconvenience to many consumers who originally wanted to shop, since it is really inconvenient to buy things without a shopping cart.

The supermarket didn't have any good solutions either. They tried to reason with the customers, but the customers either pretended to be deaf or ignored them completely. If they tried to reason with them too much, the customers would start yelling at them. Since they were already in a difficult situation, they couldn't force them to leave.

If someone falls, would you help them up?
(End of this chapter)