ryethenovel Chapter 32 Biaozi Zhang Gui
Chapter 32 Biaozi Zhang Gui
The fat guy turned Zhou Xin's photos from the scene that day into a GIF. In the GIF, Zhou Xin was shaking his head, trying to cover his bald side with the side with hair. Coupled with his panicked eyes and lewd expression, it looked like it was going to go viral. Then the fat guy posted the GIF in a 500-person group.
Less than five seconds later, Sister Li's voice message arrived. Upon listening, there was three seconds of laughter, which turned into coughing as she choked on her food. Immediately afterward, someone replied with three words: "Saved." This was followed by a row of plus signs, all indicating "Saved +1".
Then the group started to split into different camps. Some people laughed and cursed at the fatso, asking how he could be so shameless as to film someone burned like that. Others immediately retorted, saying that if he wasn't filming, what was he watching? They even suggested he delete the memes he had saved before he started cursing.
Taking advantage of the chaos, someone posted a link to a hair growth serum, claiming that spraying it on would restore hair growth in three months. A comment below said, "His condition is beyond saving; I suggest he get a hair transplant."
Someone tagged Zhou Xin with a concerned tone, saying, "Team Leader Zhou, are you alright? Hair can grow back after a fever. It's good that you're okay. I'll bring you some sesame paste from our hometown later; it's good for your hair."
Zhou Xin didn't reply with a single word.
The group chat was still buzzing with messages, and some even started creating their own fan art. Someone had combined Zhou Xin's old ID photo with a GIF, captioned "Before Joining VS After Joining." A senior colleague from the administration department, who never speaks, popped up and asked if the GIF could be printed; she wanted to put it on her desk...
Zhou Xin had already set the group messages to "Do Not Disturb," but he still couldn't stop people from tagging him. First, Sister Li tagged him and asked, "Team Leader Zhou, are you still there, hahaha?" Then, someone tagged him again when posting about a failed hair transplant. Even the old accountant, who never spoke, tagged him and asked, "Team Leader Zhou, won't printing this GIF infringe on your portrait rights?" He was so angry that he smashed his phone on the spot.
The next morning, Zhou Xin barged into the fifth group's office, wearing a baseball cap pulled low. He first slammed his shattered phone onto the fat man's desk and said two things: the GIFs were deleted, and the phone was replacements.
The fat man was lying down catching up on sleep when he looked up and glanced at Zhou Xin.
"You smashed your own phone, what does that have to do with me?"
"You fatso, it was the picture you posted that made me smash my phone."
"So what if I took your picture? Take it back." The fat man argued confidently.
Su Xiaohe then leaned over and said, "Team Leader Zhou, please calm down. Let me explain. Was it very dangerous at the scene that day?"
Zhou Xin said that Hong Jun had planted a lot of explosives that day, so rushing in was indeed dangerous.
"Was it someone who was cursing the falcon back then, and that's when you discovered the explosives?"
Although I really don't want to admit it, in front of everyone, if I stubbornly deny it, I'll end up like the fat guy.
Zhou Xin said with difficulty, "It seems so."
The fat man pushed Chen Shi forward and said that he was the one who shouted, and that he saved Chen Shi's life.
Chen Shi rubbed his hands together as he walked over, smiling modestly: "Team Leader Zhou, please don't be so polite. We're colleagues from the same bureau. This is what I should do."
Wang Jianlou also looked up at Zhou Xin and others to express his gratitude.
Zhou Xin noticed that the people in Group Five were somewhat eccentric. "Did I thank you? Don't be so polite."
He now regrets coming to Group 5 alone; Group 5 is a really infuriating place.
At this moment, Sun Tiemei walked in, glanced at Zhou Xin, and asked, "What's up?"
Zhou Xin's anger was instantly soothed: "It's nothing, I was just passing by, Team Leader Sun, you're busy." Then he turned and walked out, taking out his phone to send a message to the fat man as he walked. He typed a long string of curses and sent it, but then the system notified him that he had been blocked by the other party.
Not long after Zhou Xin left, cursing, Wang Jianlou seemed to hear a familiar noise and immediately stood up and ran outside. Just as everyone was wondering what was going on, a voice came over: "Little Wang is so good. Oh dear, poor thing, you've gotten so thin. Daqiang must not have been feeding you properly."
Chang Biao carried Wang Jianlou through the door. The dog was very enthusiastic today; the person who had been giving him treats every day was finally back.
Chen Shi and his group warmly greeted him and asked Biaozi why he didn't stay longer.
Biaozi smiled shyly.
The fat man explained for him that Chang Biao was extremely popular at the hospital. From the head nurse to the family members accompanying patients in the next ward, everyone knew that there was a bald guy in Group 5 who could make desserts, set up an oven, and was particularly good at listening to people complain about their husbands.
Yesterday, when we learned that Biaozi was going to be discharged from the hospital, the entire nurses' station came out to see him off, and the head nurse's eyes were red.
Everyone laughed, and then Chang Biao suggested, "How about we all come to my house for dinner tonight? I'll cook something delicious for everyone."
Chen Shi was worried about his health: "Brother Biao, you just got out of the hospital, you still need to rest. Maybe next time."
"The physique of people with superpowers is different from that of ordinary people. As long as they don't engage in strenuous exercise, they'll be fine," the fat man explained, then glanced at him again. "Of course, your physique is also different from that of ordinary people. Ordinary people don't have such poor physical abilities."
Chen Shi was speechless, while Su Xiaohe pursed her lips, vehemently disagreeing with the fat man's fallacy.
Sun Tiemei originally wouldn't have participated, but she couldn't resist everyone's enthusiastic invitations, so she agreed.
After get off work, Chen Shi accompanied Biaozi home first, while the others went shopping. They eventually met up at Biaozi's house, and when they opened the door, Chen Shi could hardly believe his eyes.
The living room walls are light pink, the sofa is also pink, and the cushions are printed with cat paw patterns. There is a small square handkerchief with lace trim on the coffee table, and a white porcelain vase with a dried flower in it is placed on the handkerchief.
A row of succulents sat on the windowsill, each pot bearing its own name. Next to the TV cabinet stood a half-person-sized plush bear, dressed in a hand-knitted sweater. Chen Shi stared at the plush bear for a while, and Chang Biao said that he had knitted the sweater himself, as he had nothing else to do in the winter.
Soon everyone had arrived. Chang Biao tied on an apron, stood in the kitchen, and began assigning tasks.
Su Xiaohe was in charge of washing the vegetables. She broke off each leaf and rinsed it under the tap. After rinsing, she turned it over and looked at the veins against the light to make sure there were no insect holes or dirt residue. Then she arranged them in a row according to size, and the drain basket looked like a filing cabinet.
The fat man urged her to wash faster, as he was waiting to cut the vegetables.
The fat man's knife skills were excellent; he cut the potato shreds to a uniform thickness and the carrot slices to an even thickness.
Su Xiaohe peeked over and said, "Brother Daqiang, your knife skills are so good you could work in the archives as a cutter. They're perfect."
The fat man said, "So the archives are only missing me, huh? Last time it was the forklift, this time it's the cutting."
Chen Shi, having no other work to do, picked up a rag and started wiping the table. Chang Biao had already wiped the table twice before the meal, but Chen Shi still wiped it extremely carefully, wiping it three times from the corner to the center and from the center to the edge.
Chang Biao glanced at it as he passed by and said, "Xiao Shi, this is the third time you've wiped it."
The fat man said, "Biaozi, ignore him. He's just bored."
Sun Tiemei's assigned task was peeling garlic. She placed two cloves of garlic in front of her, pinched them between two fingers, and the garlic cracked open from the frost. She picked them up, looked at them, and placed them on the side of the bowl. The second clove of frost was only on the skin; with a gentle rub, the entire clove came off, leaving the garlic flesh smooth and intact.
The only one in the room who wasn't doing any work was the dog picking up scraps; it was watching TV.
The aroma of meat soon filled the kitchen. Fatty stood by the casserole, swallowing hard. Chen Shi wanted to take a picture of Fatty's greedy face and show it to his wife, but then thought it would be too cruel and gave up.
When it's time to eat, Chang Biao often brings dishes to the table: braised pork belly, sweet and sour pork ribs, scallion oil fish, garlic broccoli, and a large bowl of tomato and egg drop soup.
The fat man was the first to reach for his chopsticks, picking up a piece of braised pork and putting it in his mouth. He leaned back in his chair for a long time without saying a word. Chang Biao looked at him nervously, and the fat man said with his eyes closed, "Biaozi, if you had this kind of cooking skill, the head chef would be fired on the spot." Chang Biao laughed happily.
Su Xiaohe never chatted at the dinner table. In her words, wouldn't it be better to spend that time eating more?
As the fat man ate his third piece of pork rib, he remarked, "These days, from the lottery station to the Red Falcon, everyone's been risking their lives. It's all worth it to be able to sit here and have a meal today."
Chen Shi raised his Coke to Chang Biao and said, "Brother Biao, I'll definitely come here often for meals from now on." Chang Biao agreed and then kept picking up leftover food for Wang.
Sun Tiemei sat by the window, saying little, her chopsticks never stopping. Chang Biao noticed that she ate several pieces of braised pork and even asked for more rice twice.
Just then, Sun Tiemei's phone rang. She picked it up and saw that it was a message from Lao Zheng.
"A meeting will be held in the director's office at 10 PM. Top secret."