Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Feng Lan touched her left hand. The flesh on the surface had grown out, but it was still soft. Bones were growing inside. The itchiness coming from the gaps between the bones made Feng Lan want to cut her left hand open with her own hands and pick out the itchy bones and flesh bit by bit.

Even so, she had to keep a smile on her face.

Hearing Feng Lan's refusal, the fat white man became even more impatient. He pushed his gold-rimmed glasses in a gesture he thought was elegant, "Of course I know. I asked you to swipe my card and let him in. Didn't I stay in? Talking to women is troublesome, don't you understand?"

After he finished speaking, the man added impatiently, "I think women shouldn't be security guards. They can't explain themselves clearly no matter how long they try. We should let men do it."

Feng Lan was speechless and wanted to roll her eyes at the words of this old Qing Dynasty bumpkin. She could only say that if this was the other party's way of making her violate the rules, then it was quite successful. After all, she didn't expect that in such a competitive community, such a top-notch person could survive.

"Without his own owner's card, he can't be let in."

Feng Lan tried to speak calmly. Her ribs were getting cold, and cold sweet and sour ribs were not as tasty. It would be better to leave them in a still supermarket, at least to keep them warm.

Feng Lan's dull attitude made the fat man angry and he banged on the window.

"Don't you understand what I'm saying? Swipe the card and let him in! I'm the owner!"

Feng Lan found his self-righteous attitude so absurd that she wanted to sneer and ask him how he could be so self-righteous, but she held back. This kind of discrimination had its own logic, and no normal person could reason with him.

"Sorry, one card per person."

Feng Lan smiled and took back the ribs on the table. At most, it would take twenty minutes. Anyway, the longest time for these people was twenty minutes, and then they had to leave. It was also an invisible rule.

When the man in the suit saw his brother banging on the door and Feng Lan still didn't open it for him, he finally realized that his brother's words were a bit "watery". He obviously thought that his current personality was his true identity. He took a few steps angrily, but was stopped outside the pole due to the rules, and chatted with the fat man across the pole.

"Brother Fa, this is different from what you said. If you hadn't said that Ping'an Community has a good environment, I wouldn't have come all the way here."

What the man in the suit didn't say was that you talked so nicely on the phone, but in the end you couldn't even deal with a security guard. Although he didn't say it, it was clearly revealed in his eyes, which made the fat white man feel a little embarrassed. He looked down on women, but on the contrary, he attached great importance to the opinions of men, and he hated to see others (especially men) looking down on him the most.

Provoked by the look from the man in the suit, she stopped knocking on the window, walked to the door of the duty room, and pulled it.

"You bastard! I told you to open the door and you didn't! Damn it! I'm going to teach you a lesson today! You bitch, you deserve a lesson! Open the door!"

The fat white man cursed dirty while twisting the door of the duty room hard. Feng Lan didn't say anything, just listened quietly.

It's not that she looks down on him. If this fat guy with a dirty mouth, high aspirations and looks down on women can open the door of the duty room, Captain Wang won't have to do his job anymore and he can be the captain. If he has the ability, he doesn't have to come in person to threaten her, a small security guard. It shouldn't be difficult to just give the man in a suit an owner card, right?

During the first minute of the man's tinkering, the man in the suit watched excitedly, and at the same time smugly signaled Feng Lan with his eyes, "You're dead." In the second minute, the man in the suit suspected that the man was too fat and a little weak, as how could such a fragile door not be opened.

The fat white man was also puzzled. No one told him before he did the work that the entrance to this community was so strict. The man in the suit just stood outside and didn't come in to help. And this broken door, no one knew what it was made of. It looked thin, but it was so strong!