Chapter 11 The Mighty Man Plan - Damn Curiosity

"Grandma Ao, Xiaoya, I'm leaving."

An Fusheng was carrying a bag containing his luggage.

That's right, it's the pair of underwear that Grandma Ao bought for him, along with the little rabbit toothbrush and the towel with the astronaut print.

"Wait a minute."

Grandma Ao called An Fusheng to a stop, went into the house, and came out with something wrapped in a red plastic bag, which she put into An Fusheng's hand.

"What is it?" An Fusheng asked.

"Here you go, keep it safe, don't lose it." Grandma Ao patted the plastic bag in An Fusheng's hand.

An Fusheng opened the tangled plastic bag, inside which was a stack of neatly folded banknotes, including one-yuan notes, ten-yuan notes, and even one-hundred-yuan notes, each one old but flattened.

An Fusheng hesitated for a moment, then didn't return it. His eyelashes trembled, and he said, "Thank you, Grandma Ao. I will return it to you."

He is penniless and knows no one in the world; he desperately needs this money.

He was too embarrassed to ask Grandma Ao for money. Although he later learned that Ao took Ya to collect garbage at night not because her family was poor, but because Grandma Ao wanted him to earn money to buy cat and dog food to support the friends he had taken in, Grandma Ao was seventy years old and supported herself and Ya by running a roadside stall, and also had to support Ya's schooling. It must have been very difficult for her. He thought about borrowing some money from Grandma Ao many times, but he couldn't bring himself to ask. He never expected that Grandma Ao would give him money on her own initiative. An Fusheng felt like he had a fishbone stuck in his throat.

Grandma Ao smiled and waved her hand, instructing, "Go to the company and see if it's really not working well. If you want to come to Grandma's house again, then come back."

"Thank you." An Fusheng almost burst into tears when he saw how kind the old woman, who looked a bit like his grandmother, was to him.

Grandma Ao noticed his emotion and gently patted his shoulder.

“Grandma Ao, please give me your phone number. I’ll call you once I’ve settled in,” An Fusheng said.

"Okay, Xiaoya, go write down Grandma's phone number for your brother."

Ao Daiya ran into the house, took out draft paper and a pencil from her schoolbag, carefully wrote down her grandmother's phone number, folded it, and ran out to give it to An Fusheng.

Grandma Ao said, "You can also use this phone number to add Grandma on WeChat. You can chat and video call Grandma whenever you want."

An Fusheng asked, "Can you use WeChat on your phone?"

Do feature phones designed for seniors have this function?

Grandma Ao laughed and said, "I still have a smartphone. You can't do without a smartphone these days. You have to scan codes to buy things, and Xiaoya has to join some groups to read books. But I still prefer to use my old-fashioned phone. The text is big and the sound is loud. Now it can even tell you the time. It's really great."

An Fusheng nodded: "Okay."

An Fusheng took Afu from Ao Daiya, let it lie in his palm, and said goodbye to Grandma Ao and Ao Daiya: "Goodbye Grandma Ao, goodbye Xiaoya."

Goodbye, and take care on your journey.

After walking through several alleys from Grandma Ao's house, there was a bus stop on the main road. An Fusheng stood in front of the bus stop, and the wide road in front of him was bustling with traffic. On the sidewalk next to him, people were walking shoulder to shoulder. There were tall buildings in front of and behind him. Even though he had only left the area where Grandma Ao lived, he felt like he had entered another world.

One bus after another pulled up in front of him, panting. An Fusheng carefully checked the numbers in front of them.

He had already asked someone else; he needed to take bus number 25.

The woman who told him to take bus number 25 also told him that some people don't like animals and might get criticized if they bring a cat on the bus, so it's best to hide the cat in a bag.

An Fusheng put Afu, who was in his palm, into the bag and warned, "Don't make a sound."

Afu raised its round blue eyes: "Meow~"

"puff---"

Bus No. 25 stopped at the bus stop.

An Fusheng took out the plastic bag that Grandma Ao had given him to hold money, took out two yuan, rolled it up, put it under Afu, and patted Afu to make it protect the money bag.

I followed the crowd to line up to board the bus and put two yuan into the box at the entrance.

He learned this from the person in front of him.

In his previous life, An Fusheng lived in a remote rural village in the southwestern mountains. There were no buses in the town, only shuttle buses. To take the shuttle bus, you would pay the ticket seller after boarding. The ticket seller would ask for your destination, count the money, and then give you a ticket. He never expected that the drivers in the city would trust their passengers so much. As soon as he put the money in, the driver didn't even look at him. Moreover, the bus ticket was much cheaper than the shuttle bus ticket in the town.

An Fusheng felt he preferred the city's buses.

There weren't many people on the bus on a weekend morning, and there were still empty seats. An Fusheng found a seat in the back and sat down.

After An Fusheng sat down, he placed the bag on his lap and left the bag open.

Afu lay obediently inside, "So good."

The bus kept stopping and starting, with people constantly getting on and off along the way.

When An Fusheng boarded the bus, he told the driver which stop he wanted to go to and hoped that the driver could remind him when the stop arrived. The driver told him to listen to the station announcements himself, meaning that he would not remind him.

Afraid of missing his stop, An Fusheng listened very carefully to the station announcements as soon as he boarded the bus. As more and more people got on, the bus became increasingly noisy, and the station announcements were gradually drowned out.

However, An Fusheng observed that there was an electronic route map at the top of the bus wall. It was red, but it would turn green in sync with the route and stops the bus was traveling.

Unable to hear the announcements clearly, An Fusheng instead focused on the electronic route map of the bus.

The next stop was where he was going to get off, so An Fusheng quickly got up from his seat and squeezed to the back door of the train to wait.

Ding-dong!

The train doors opened, and An Fusheng got off the train and walked to the platform, intending to ask someone for directions. But when he looked up, his eyelids twitched: "Xincheng East Station? Shouldn't it be Xincheng Station?"

If he remembers correctly, Xincheng East is the next stop.

An Fusheng stared incredulously at the large characters on the bus stop sign.

Did he miss his stop?

That electronic route map is inaccurate!

He definitely checked it! The first few stops were accurate! When did the electronic map start lagging behind the bus by one stop?

Is one stop far? Does he have to go to the other side to wait for the bus and then take it back one stop?

But there's only one stop back, and it still costs two yuan, so An Fusheng hesitated.

According to his observation, the station didn't seem to be very far away, so he thought he might as well walk back.

An Fusheng cautiously inquired about the distance to the building where Hezhi's company was located. He found that it was not far. It was less than two kilometers to walk there. Taking the bus back would cost two yuan and then he would have to walk another 700 meters. An Fusheng decided to walk there directly.

Half an hour later, An Fusheng finally arrived at the office building.

The security guard seemed to recognize the original owner, and greeted him with a smile: "Working overtime again on the weekend?"

An Fusheng replied, "Yes."

The security guard let him through.

An Fusheng thanked him and went into the office building.

The company address on the business card was 1707. An Fusheng took the elevator to the 17th floor according to the address, and then wandered around the 17th floor several times until he was almost dizzy before finally finding 1707.

The door to room 1707 was open, and a silver sign was pasted on the side of the door that read: Wuzhijing Electromechanical Technology Co., Ltd.

An Fusheng initially thought the entire building belonged to He Zhi's company, and later thought the 17th floor was his company. After wandering around, he found that each room had a different company name on it.

So this is how small companies are. Anfu took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

He sat leisurely on the sofa, arms crossed, long legs propped up on the coffee table, and said, "Look at the time."

An Fusheng glanced around the office wall. There was no clock on the wall, and he had no phone or watch, so he couldn't be sure of the time. But judging from his boss's words, he guessed that he might be late. An Fusheng chose to remain silent.

Afu felt a little uncomfortable inside the bag. He jumped around a couple of times, trying to jump out, but failed and gave up.

He looked not only at the bag in An Fusheng's hand, but also at the dark blue non-woven bag that was handed out by a roadside advertisement. It had four large white characters printed in the middle: "Macho Man Project".

It's more than just looking closely.

The smaller line below reads: Authoritative and trustworthy men's health clinic, specializing in [specific ailments], frequent urination, premature ejaculation...

What the hell! My eyelids were twitching more than just looking at it.

No? He carried this bag all the way to the company? He didn't keep the side with the writing on it facing out the whole time, did he?

Should we just let this employee go...?

Calm down. It was so hard to finally snag this capable and responsible, albeit naive, graduate at the campus recruitment fair. If you lose him, where else can you find someone like him? Besides, graduation season is over; it'll be even harder to find someone now…

After a full three minutes of silence, He Shu said, "Your entire salary has been deducted!"

An Fusheng was stunned for a moment, then asked, "That's... how much is the salary?"

More than that: "Ten thousand yuan, all gone."

An Fusheng:! ! !

so much? ? ?

All deducted!!!

An Fusheng stared blankly at He Zhi.

"Aren't you going to get to work?" He Zhi felt relieved seeing An Fusheng's thunderstruck expression and said smugly, "Don't you want your salary next month?"

An Fusheng walked to his workstation and sat down like a walking corpse.

As for why he can find his workstation accurately without thinking, the reason is that the whole company is so small, divided into two rooms by frosted glass. The outer room has a sofa and coffee table, and the inner room has a desk and computer. He knows where the office area is without even thinking.

The office area only has two desks, one large one that takes up half of the office, and the other small one placed in the corner, making it easy to tell which one belongs to which.

He strolled into the office with his hands in his pockets, then sauntered over to An Fusheng's desk, and knocked on it from above: "Give me the information on potential clients from last week."

An Fusheng was so immersed in the grief of losing 10,000 yuan for just two yuan that he didn't hear what the boss said at all, and just nodded mechanically.

It was more than just like a victorious rooster, strutting back to its seat with its head held high.

The bag was tightly sealed, leaving little air, so Afu scratched around inside.

An Fusheng came to his senses and took Afu out of the bag.

Afu jumped down from Anfusheng's hands and returned to its familiar surroundings. It was noticeably more relaxed. It looked around the office and then lazily snuggled into the pink cat bed next to Anfusheng's desk.

An Fusheng turned on his computer.

The computer required a password, so An Fusheng randomly entered 123456, pressed Enter, and it actually opened!

An Fusheng: "..."

What did the boss just ask him to do?

An Fusheng glanced at the person opposite him, He Zhi, who was casually lounging in his boss's chair playing on his phone.

Should we ask him again?

I might get scolded.

Forget it, I won't ask anymore. If I don't ask, I won't know what to do, and if I do nothing, I'll definitely get scolded anyway.

But... even if you ask, you might not do it, no, you definitely won't, and you'll still get scolded.

Forget it, since I'll get scolded no matter what, I might as well not ask.

An Fusheng convinced himself to be a coward with a clear conscience.

A small icon in the lower right corner of the computer kept flashing. An Fusheng clicked on it, and a dialog box popped up. Someone was trying to chat with the original owner. An Fusheng clicked on the red dot, and saw a foreigner's avatar in English. He couldn't understand it, so he closed it.

Then I randomly clicked on an icon on the desktop.

The webpage opened, and there was a lot of English text. An Fusheng felt dizzy and lightheaded. "Fortunately, the column titles are in Chinese."

An Fusheng studied it for a while and concluded that it should be an international online trading platform, so the product information was all in English.

The original owner's company seemed to sell some kind of machine, but I don't understand it, so I'm not going to look into it anymore.

An Fusheng noticed that the last section of the webpage was a website forum. Curious, he clicked on it. It was in Chinese, and An Fusheng looked at it with great interest.

A note from the author:

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The advertising slogan is taken from an image I saw online before.