Silly Zhu's Moving: The Old Neighbor's Nightmare

Seeing that Director Gong still wasn't getting it, Yi Zhonghai continued...

"We're doing this for the child's sake, you know. He Daqing doesn't care about the child anymore."

As the uncle, shouldn't we think about the child's well-being?

As the cafeteria manager, you should also educate this child properly.

Otherwise, if the child develops the same personality as his father, how will you discipline him in the future?

Upon hearing Yi Zhonghai's words, Director Gong thought about it and realized it was true.

When He Daqing was around, he didn't pay much attention to me, the canteen manager, because of his excellent cooking skills.

What if his son did the same...

Seeing that Director Gong was listening, Yi Zhonghai continued,

"He's still just a child. If you educate him properly, he won't disobey you in the future."

If this child really doesn't listen, he's ruined.

Let him make a few more small mistakes; even if he gets fired, it's just a matter of you saying a word."

In order to control Sha Zhu, the two of them were practically in cahoots.

“Master Yi is right. We can’t let He Daqing’s son develop the same personality. I need to find something for his son to do.”

As Director Gong spoke, he swiped the money that Yi Zhonghai had stuffed into his drawer.

“Let’s go. Master Yi, you go back to the workshop and wait for my good news. I’m going to the kitchen to check on this kid and teach him a lesson.”

The two left the office and walked towards the stairs, chatting and laughing.

"When Heaven is about to place a great responsibility on someone, it first tests their resolve, strains their muscles and bones, and subjects them to hunger..."

When he got to the part, Director Gong started reciting ancient poems as he went down the stairs.

Sha Zhu, who was listening to the conversation between the two in the kitchen, was seething with hatred.

Damn Yi Zhonghai, damn Director Gong, I didn't dig up your ancestral graves!

Yi Zhonghai, you old bastard, I was planning to wait until your fake son Jia Dongxu got married before dealing with you.

You have to interrupt your grandfather's plans right now.

Never mind for now, it won't matter if you're missing.

It's a bit of a shame that I can't give you a full feast for the eyes.

And you, Director Gong, wouldn't it have been better to just stay put until the public-private partnership was established? Why do you have to want to get out now?

Director Gong was walking downstairs reciting ancient poems when Sha Zhu swept a gust of wind with his mind.

It reached Director Gong's feet, but before Director Gong could even put his foot on solid ground, he switched to his other foot to start moving.

Sha Zhu used his mind to stop the wind, leaving Director Gong with both feet in mid-air.

Then Director Gong let out a cry of "Ah!" and collapsed down the stairs.

In a panic, he grabbed Yi Zhonghai's left hand.

Before Yi Zhonghai could react, the two of them fell down the stairs together.

"Ouch, bang, thud, thud, thud," the two tumbled down the stairs.

When Director Gong's head hit the ground, Sha Zhu gently pressed down on it with his mind.

I'll make sure you get a concussion and have to stay in the hospital.

As he landed, he managed to control Yi Zhonghai's arm, preventing him from pulling it out in time.

"Crack!" Even Sha Zhu felt a pang of pain upon hearing it, and silently felt sorry for Yi Zhonghai.

His left arm is definitely broken. Why isn't Yi Zhonghai walking to the right of Director Gun?

My right arm is broken. Even if it heals, I won't be able to use it properly. My career as a fitter will be ruined.

The kitchen is not far from the office building where Director Gong works.

The screams of the two as they tumbled and fell were immediately heard by the kitchen staff.

Everyone quickly ran towards the direction of the screams. After leaving the kitchen and turning a corner, they saw two people lying awkwardly at the bottom of the stairs.

Director Gong landed headfirst on the ground, unconscious, with his legs dangling on the stair steps.

Master Yi lay curled up on his side at the bottom of the stairs.

He was clutching his left arm, his face contorted in agony, clearly in extreme pain.

At this moment, some office staff from the logistics department upstairs also ran out of the building.

When everyone saw this, they rushed to help. Some helped him up, while others ran to the medical room.

What's that silly Zhu doing? He did something bad but didn't leave the kitchen.

He was using his mind to search Director Gong's office for any incriminating evidence, such as ledgers.

Who knows when that old bastard will wake up, or if he'll never come back?

Sha Zhu found a hidden compartment in a cabinet against the wall.

There are two ledgers inside, which record some of Director Gong's shady accounts.

Sha Zhu moved it directly to the desk and then scanned the office.

Apart from the 100 yuan that Yi Zhonghai had given him in the drawer, there were no other coins in the office.

"So poor," Sha Zhu thought to himself, looking down on Director Gong, and opened the office door with his mind.

Sha Zhu withdrew his thoughts and wondered, "This Director Gong is related to Boss Lou, so I guess he might get rid of him."

Who cares? Silly Pillar was losing interest.

Then he hardened his heart and thought, "If I ever recover and come back, I'll make you fall again."

Seeing that there was no one in the kitchen, Sha Zhu quickly slipped out and ran a little further away to go to the toilet.

They want my help? I'm not sick. I'll have to serve that bastard Yi Zhonghai.

Sha Zhu happily smoked a Zhonghua cigarette by the toilet, checked the time and figured everyone should be gone by now, so he slowly returned to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, everyone was gathered together discussing something. When they saw Sha Zhu come in, they greeted him.

"Master He, everyone went out just now, and I noticed you were sitting there without moving or going to help. Where did you come back from?" an older woman asked.

Sha Zhu's mind raced. How could this old lady still have time to observe others? He couldn't ruin his image in the kitchen.

"Oh, Aunt Liu, everyone has to go to the bathroom sometimes, and I was about to burst!"

I originally wanted to go and help, but seeing everyone else had already gone, there were too many people and I wouldn't be able to help much.

That wasn't enough trouble; eventually, I couldn't hold it in any longer and went to the toilet.

"How is it? Is it serious? I glanced at it and saw a lot of people around, but I couldn't help, so I went to the toilet."

Sha Zhu repeatedly emphasized that he left because there were too many people and they couldn't help.

Apprentice Xiao Zhang hurriedly said, "Master He, do you know who fell?"

It's Master Yi, the workshop worker who came to our kitchen to find you, and our canteen manager.

The Master Yi who came to see you broke his left arm.

Our cafeteria manager was bleeding from the head and unconscious. The medical staff gave him some basic first aid and then called a factory vehicle to take him to the hospital.

Sha Zhu scratched his head. "Oh, it's Master Yi. He just came to ask me about my dad."

That was my old neighbor, and he had a good relationship with my dad.

"How did you end up in the hospital by accident? Sigh." Sha Zhu chuckled, quickly changing the subject.

"Xiao Zhang, what's your name? How long have you been working at the factory? I've been here before, but I've never seen you before."

Aunt Liu, who had just asked Sha Zhu, chimed in, "What's wrong, Master He?"

Your dad told me you'd been learning to cook at Fengzeyuan. Is this you back from your culinary studies?

He also wanted to take on an apprentice, so I agreed on his behalf. He's my distant nephew.

His name is Zhang Long. His family is quite poor. He is a mother raising three children, including a younger brother and sister.

If I hadn't found a way to get him a job here, I probably wouldn't have been able to send either of my children to school.

"How about it, Zhu Zi? When you used to come to the kitchen, the auntie would serve you food and give you steamed buns."

Sha Zhu was both amused and exasperated.

"Auntie, I'm only 16 years old. How can I be a mentor? I'm probably not even as old as Xiao Zhang."

Xiao Zhang, who was standing next to me, lowered his head in disappointment after hearing what I said.

"Zhu Zi, you're young, what are you afraid of? Isn't there a saying, 'The accomplished are the teachers'?"

Confucius also said, "Among the three, there is my teacher."

Don't think this old lady is uneducated. Just tell me, are you going to teach her or not?

Aunt Liu even resorted to goading tactics, desperately urging Sha Zhu to take on apprentices for her nephew's sake.