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

"I understand, Brother Zhu, don't worry," Liu Guangtian said with a grin as he took the money.

"Okay, hurry up and go to class, don't be late," Sha Zhu said, then got on his bicycle, left the school, and headed to the steel mill.

At eight o'clock in the morning, in the steel rolling mill's kitchen, Foreman Zhao organized the kitchen staff.

After a few brief words, the cafeteria kitchen staff changed its manager.

Please wait a moment while we welcome the arrival of the new cafeteria manager.

Sha Zhu, Master Yang, and Foreman Zhao stood in the first row of kitchen staff, waiting silently.

Suddenly, Chef Yang, who was standing next to Zhao, said, "Old Zhao, I heard that the new canteen manager was transferred from the purchasing department."

"Yes, the head of the logistics department arranged for a deputy section chief from the purchasing department to be transferred to our canteen as the director."

Squad Leader Zhao spoke softly, but Sha Zhu heard him clearly.

"Could it be that fat Deputy Section Chief Zhang from the Procurement Department? I've heard he's no good."

"He's taken advantage of his position to embezzle quite a bit," Master Yang said in a low voice.

"If you weren't greedy, how could you get so fat? What kind of good person do you think the head of the logistics department is?"

They're all in cahoots, otherwise why would they have arranged for Fatty Zhang to come to our cafeteria?

I heard that the head of the logistics department is Boss Lou's cousin. What does it have to do with us if he's after his own family's business?

"We just need to do our own thing," Squad Leader Zhao said nonchalantly.

Sha Zhu used his mental powers to scan the area and found the office of the cafeteria director on the second floor of the adjacent office building.

The documents that Sha Zhu had moved to the desk were nowhere to be found.

A large, fat man, about 1.7 meters tall, was walking out of the office. He was probably Zhang the Fatty, the new canteen manager that Chef Yang had mentioned.

Sha Zhu thought to himself, "If I get this fat, I'll fall down the stairs from the second floor and die."

After everyone waited for a while, the new cafeteria director walked up to them.

He glanced around, lingering on Sha Zhu for a few seconds, then looked at everyone and said,

"I'm the new cafeteria manager, so of course many of you know me."

Everyone can just call me Director Zhang. Director Gong is hospitalized due to a serious injury.

I won't be coming back to the kitchen anymore. I heard that Chef He Daqing also left the kitchen.

For now, Squad Leader Zhao will be in charge. If you have any issues, please report to Squad Leader Zhao first.

Everyone just needs to do their own job well. Also, Squad Leader Zhao,

"Please arrange a table for me in the small kitchen this noon. I'll have someone deliver the ingredients to you; I'm hosting a few guests."

After the new canteen manager finished speaking to Squad Leader Zhao, he dismissed everyone and told them to go about their own business.

Sha Zhu thought to himself, "This new old guy is probably no pushover either."

He even deliberately glanced at me a few more times. It seems that Squad Leader Zhao had spoken to the canteen manager about He Daqing's departure.

Knowing I was just filling in, after all, He Daqing was a good cook; he'd earned his reputation at the steel rolling mill through his culinary skills.

It also had a considerable reputation. With He Daqing gone, the steel rolling mill no longer had a good cook.

Hopefully, Squad Leader Zhao can take over at noon. Just don't be so foolish as to mess with me.

You're not getting away with this, Sha Zhu realized, this was the case when dealing with people outside the courtyard.

They prefer to resolve conflicts quickly and decisively. They have a particularly high tolerance for the people in the courtyard houses. Sha Zhu thought about it carefully, and the reason for this...

After cooking lunch for the workers, I suddenly received a call from the steel mill gatekeeper.

They sent Shazhu to Yushui's school, but didn't say what it was about. Could it be that Yushui was being bullied?

The news of He Daqing running away yesterday has spread throughout the neighborhood; I guess some kid went to Yushui and repeated it.

Sha Zhu didn't care about anything else and quickly ran to the small canteen to explain the reason to Squad Leader Zhao, who was preparing special meals for them.

I took a leave of absence and left the kitchen. I hadn't even left the steel rolling mill when...

Then I ran into Liu Haizhong, the fat guy with a big belly, who came out of the workshop.

"Shazhu, where are you going?" Liu Haizhong asked, a little puzzled when he saw Shazhu come out at this time.

"Uncle Liu, the gatekeeper at our steel mill told me to go to the primary school in Yushui. I don't know what's going on yet. Uncle Liu, what's this?" Sha Zhu asked, feigning confusion.

"Oh, you're going to school too? The security guard sent someone to tell me."

"You said my brat beat up a classmate at school and sent him to the hospital. What's the situation?" Liu Haizhong asked.

Sha Zhu thought to himself, "It must be your son who stood up for Yu Shui."

Otherwise, why would you notify me that your son hit someone, but not tell me to go to the school without saying anything else?

"Uncle Liu, I don't know anything about it, and he didn't tell me any reason."

"Uncle Liu, can you ride a bicycle? Why don't you take me there? That way we can get there a little faster," Sha Zhu said.

"Okay, hurry up and bring your bicycle out. I'll wait for you at the gate." Liu Haizhong said and walked towards the gate of the steel rolling mill.

When the two arrived at the school, they explained their purpose to the school gatekeeper.

The security guard briefly explained the situation to the two of them and then led them to the school's teachers' office.

Sha Zhu never expected that none of the children in the courtyard at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang would bully Yu Shui.

However, the children in the neighboring No. 93 courtyard were swearing and slandering the rainwater.

Liu Guangtian, who was watching, smashed a brick into him and sent him to the hospital. Sha Zhu thought to himself, "That's awesome, Liu Guangtian."

Inside the office, six people were present. Yu Shui and Liu Guangtian stood against the wall.

Teacher Yan and a young, pretty female teacher in her early twenties sat near the rain, in Liu Guangtian's office chair.

An elderly man in his fifties or sixties, wearing glasses, stood in the middle of the office.

A 30-year-old middle-aged man sat opposite Teacher Yan.

This middle-aged man, Sha Zhu, looks familiar; he should be the father of the child who was beaten in courtyard number 93.

When Liu Haizhong entered the office and saw Liu Guangtian standing by the wall, his eyes immediately turned red.

"You brat, instead of studying properly at school, you dare to beat someone up and send them to the hospital!"

As he spoke, he was about to unleash the Seven Wolves and rush forward to give Liu Guangtian a good beating.

Sha Zhu reacted quickly and grabbed Liu Haizhong from behind. Liu Haizhong's pants almost fell down.

Without even looking where he was, he loosened his belt. It was a completely natural reaction; he's used to hitting his kids at home.

He wasn't afraid of being accused of being a pervert by people in the office.

When Liu Guangtian saw his father pull out the Seven Wolves sword and about to rush over and beat him, he was so frightened that he ran behind his teacher.

Sha Zhu grabbed Liu Haizhong and quickly said, "Uncle Liu, calm down and let's find out what's going on first."

"Stop being impatient, you idiot Zhu, let go of me."

Liu Haizhong, holding a Seven Wolves cigarette in one hand and pulling up his pants with the other, yelled at Sha Zhu.

Sha Zhu naturally wouldn't let go, and in his anger, he struggled fiercely, trying to break free from the hand gripping his shirt.

At this moment, Yan Bugui quickly stepped forward to persuade him.

"Old Liu, calm down. This is the school office; don't make yourself at home."

"I called you here to solve a problem. Hitting your son won't solve anything. Put your belt on now; there are so many people in the office."