Chapter 21 Chapter 21 Until now, Fang Shimian still...

Until now, Fang Shimian still firmly believes the message Xu Long told him at the pizza shop that day.

He had indeed seen with his own eyes those vehicles collide violently due to speeding and losing control, and some even flew directly into the opposite lane. The harsh roar of engines and the sound of brakes were still ringing in his ears. Fang Shimian could even recall the strong wind that almost blew him off the route.

But before he said this, Fang Shimian had already started to regret it. His life was a mess, and he even dared to teach a lesson to someone who was more powerful and powerful than him. He also felt that his life was too comfortable.

Fang Shimian lowered his head and pretended to be dead.

After a moment of shock, Huo Zhongshan finally realized that this was not a joke.

The tall and mature man showed an expression of unable to hold back his laughter. He smiled calmly and nodded slightly, protecting the child's self-esteem. "Okay, I'll listen to you. This activity will no longer appear in my schedule."

Fang Shimian looked up at him with a surprised expression. He slowly loosened his grip on the armrest of the chair, touched the back of his head, and replied embarrassedly, "I don't understand these things. You don't have to worry about what I say."

The boy was leaning against the bright sunshine, and the soft light in the room illuminated the youthful innocence on his face. The property uniform with his work badge added a touch of abstinence to the handsome boy, which was a completely different feeling compared to the white suit he wore that night.

From the picturesque courtyard outside the small building, there came the melodious chirping of birds.

"Can I take that piece of clothing?" Fang Shimian couldn't find a suitable topic, so his eyes kept lingering around the piece of clothing. He had already returned the down jacket given by the police, and he was worried about having to spend money to buy thicker clothes again...

"Of course." The man on the bed seemed to smile again, "It was originally yours."

Fang Shimian looked relieved.

Huo Zhongshan recalled the surveillance video of the Yanshan Highway. The strong wind carried the blazing flames. In the dust, a thin boy sat beside him, pressing his wound helplessly in panic, looking at the surveillance camera for help in almost despair.

The scalding hot tears seemed to burn through one's heart.

He watched those surveillance videos many times in the dead of night, summarizing the oversights and analyzing the problems, and in the end his eyes always lingered on the crying boy.

Huo Zhongshan looked at Fang Shimian's lowered eyes and slightly trembling eyelashes, and asked him in a soft voice, "Why did you save me?"

There was no need to ask why. Fang Shimian himself couldn't explain it. How about using the 120,000 yuan as an excuse? But his intuition told him to change to a better-sounding answer.

"Maybe you thought at the time that it would be a pity if someone like you died."

To some extent, this is also Fang Shimian's true words.

He knew that such a large corporate group would pay huge amounts of taxes, provide jobs for many people, and donate a lot of money to charity every year, not to mention that Hengshi's medical products were also for public benefit.

The existence of Huo Zhongshan, or the person in power forever, is beneficial to this country and to ordinary people.

Fang Shimian lowered his head and pinched his fingers back and forth, probably thinking that it might be impolite to say such a thing, so he added: "We have met before, haven't we? I recognized you at that time. If I just ran away like this, I might have a guilty conscience in the future."

This is also true.

Fang Shimian raised his head and gave Huo Zhongshan a very awkward smile.

He could be proud of his achievements, and even if someone acted arrogantly and bossed him around, Huo Zhongshan would not think it was a big deal. He would even be willing to meet all his needs.

But the child just faced him with this attitude.

It really is…

Huo Zhongshan's eyes grew darker, with an inexplicable emotion in his heart. Some distant memories from his boyhood slowly emerged, like plant roots under quicksand; just because you can't see them doesn't mean they don't exist.

Fang Shimian felt uneasy during this brief silence, so he looked around and whispered, "Mr. Huo, I should be at work now..."

And already know that you are perfectly healthy...at least you appear to be.

Fang Shimian actually still wanted to ask in person about Huo Zhongshan's recovery, but he knew that Huo Zhongshan's health condition should be kept confidential. He sensitively detected the danger signal from Ming Ke's barely noticeable hesitation in the office at that time.

"No hurry." There was a barely perceptible smile in Huo Zhongshan's eyes.

"You were also injured that day. How is your recovery?"

Fang Shimian spread out his palm to show Huo Zhongshan. The abrasions had already scabbed over. Some places could be seen to be new flesh, which was pinker than other places. "It has healed a long time ago. I just had a scratch. It's not serious."

As he was speaking, Fang Shimian looked up and saw Huo Zhongshan listening to him calmly. He felt the pressure doubled and slowly retracted his hand. The only thing on his face that showed was that he wanted to slip away as quickly as possible.

The young man's uneasy and resentful look was unprecedented among Huo Zhongshan's many conversation partners, so the man asked the last question with interest: "Is there anything you want?"

This question is like the fairy tale Fang Shimian read in the elementary school library when he was a child. The devil trapped in the bottle wanted to fulfill other people's wishes. If Huo Zhongshan was that devil, Fang Shimian would definitely say without hesitation the only wish he wanted to fulfill.

But Huo Zhongshan is not like that. His wish is impossible for humans to satisfy, and it is even ridiculous to say it out loud.

So Fang Shimian said in a muffled voice: "You have already paid me in advance."

Huo Zhongshan said nothing, but just quietly looked at the increasingly uneasy boy in front of him.

"Don't you remember? It's... it's the 120,000." Fang Shimian blushed and simply pointed it out.

"That happened last time." Huo Zhongshan's expression calmed down a little, and he turned his eyes away to look at the clear sky outside the window, and said meaningfully, "It has nothing to do with this time."

Outside the window, the breeze floated on the treetops, and the light also floated up, broken into mottled shapes by the shadows of the branches, and then fell down and spread on the light-striped hospital bed.

Fang Shimen was choked by Huo Zhongshan's nonchalant tone and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

"It doesn't matter if you can't figure it out now. Tell me when you have the answer, okay?" Huo Zhongshan's voice was low and contained some persuasiveness. It sounded very gentle.

A wish that can be stored.

Fang Shimian immediately nodded and agreed. He thought of Huo Zhongshan's pale and cold appearance that day. He wanted to say something, but suppressed it. He warned himself that it was right to speak less.

Then there was silence again.

"Go ahead, someone outside will bring you back to work." Huo Zhongshan retracted his gaze and picked up the computer beside him to check the document he had not finished reading. His expression seemed to become cold again under the cold light of the mechanical screen.

Fang Shimian stood up and took a few steps. He couldn't help but turn around and ask, "Are you... recovering well?" Before Huo Zhongshan could answer, he added in a low voice, "I won't tell anyone. We can sign another confidentiality agreement."

Huo Zhongshan paused for a moment, his eyes changed for a second, his fingertips tapped unconsciously on the computer, his tone was steady, "I am recovering well, nothing serious."

The most serious injuries on his body were actually two gunshot wounds, but fortunately, neither of them caused serious damage and the rescue was timely. Anhe's medical team is very adept at treating this type of injury. In addition, Huo Zhongshan has been exercising all the time and has a good physical fitness, so his recovery speed is also very optimistic.

"That's good. Uh, Mr. Huo, have a good rest. I'll be leaving first." Fang Shimian didn't know where to put his hands. He wanted to put them in his pockets but couldn't find the right place. His face turned red with embarrassment.

Huo Zhongshan nodded, seemingly not noticing the young man's embarrassment. He continued reading the documents without saying anything more.

Silence returned to the ward. Fang Shimian walked out carefully, trying not to make any noise when opening the door.

Just as Huo Zhongshan said, there were two tall plainclothes bodyguards waiting quietly outside the door.

It was not until he left the small building again that Fang Shimian noticed the surrounding environment. It was an inpatient center of a branch hospital, and the landscaping was extremely exquisite. The stream in the middle of the courtyard, which was only used for decoration, was actually running water. Needless to say, the pavilions and towers next to it were exquisitely carved with beams and painted with ingenious patterns, and Fang Shimian had never seen many of them before.

Fang Shimian thought of the carpet in the corridor of Yunjin Building 6. The pattern named "Sacrifice" was facing that room. After all, it was related to killing. Many people thought that this pattern was ominous and it was rarely used even for decoration. Did Huo Zhongshan and the others not know about it or did they do it on purpose?

When re-entering the Yunjin gate, Fang Shimian greeted the security guard at the door, but unexpectedly saw Manager Yang sitting in the security room looking at his mobile phone.

Manager Yang also saw Fang Shimian, put away his phone and walked out, following Fang Shimian for a distance. The two of them didn't speak the whole time. Fang Shimian felt strange and didn't know how to start, while Manager Yang just had too many questions and didn't know which one to ask first.

"Shi Mian," Manager Yang suddenly stopped and looked at the young monitor in front of him, and spoke with difficulty, "Uncle wants to ask you something, but I don't know if it's appropriate."

Fang Shimian felt uncomfortable with Manager Yang's corny name, "Manager, please call me Xiao Fang."

Manager Yang coughed, a little embarrassed, and asked him, "Give Uncle Yang a clear answer, which family are you from? Only when we know the answer can we live a peaceful life. It's not easy for Uncle to get this job, please understand."

"I'm not some young master." Fang Shimian lowered his head and poked at the pebbles under his feet. "Mr. Zhu Ze used to be a neighbor of my family. We were quite familiar with each other then, but now we are strangers. We only started to contact each other after that day. Manager, don't think too much about it... I am not very educated either, but I can stay up late. Now that I have passed the exam, I want to stay here and work hard."

"Oh, I see. You've done a great job. We are all very optimistic about you. No one will ask you to leave unless you take the initiative to ask to leave. Don't worry."

Although Manager Yang was still a little skeptical, what he said was true. The turnover of grassroots positions in their property is very high. The air in the monitoring room is not circulating, and they have to stay up all night. They have to take the blame when problems arise. They often quit the company just after they start, and those who have worked for half a year can be considered old employees. The company has never actively persuaded them to quit.

Fang Shimian nodded. He was actually very afraid that Manager Yang would think that he took leave too often and was an employee who would not stay for long. Now he put his mind at ease and happily went downstairs to the monitoring room.

Xu Long was about to order takeout when he saw Fang Shimian coming back. He snorted and put down his phone in annoyance, "You've been in the toilet for the whole morning. I'm so bored down here that I'm going to mold."

Fang Shimian glanced at the time and felt a little embarrassed, so he sat down next to the operating table. "Just go to the back and sleep in the afternoon. I'll handle the front by myself."

Xu Long raised his lips and said smugly, "You are smart." He opened his phone again and hesitated, "What should I eat, cafeteria or takeout?"

"Today is Wednesday. The cafeteria is going to stir-fry bitter melon, and I want to go eat noodles." Fang Shimian sat at the operating table and checked today's software information.

Among the foods that Fang Shimian hates the most, bitter melon is definitely at the top of the list. No matter how much he likes an ingredient, as long as it has anything to do with bitter melon, it becomes poison in Fang Shimian's eyes.

Coincidentally, on Wednesdays, a noodle chain outside Yunjin Community would have a sale, and the classic noodles that Fang Shimian liked to eat were all 50% off, so they could be eaten for just a few dollars, which was very cost-effective.

"You're the only one who never tires of that kind of noodles." Seeing that Fang Shimian had already made up his mind and ordered takeout, Xu Long warned him fiercely, "I'll eat the hamburger, you go upstairs and eat the noodles. If you disappear for a long time again this time, you'll be finished."

So Fang Shimian, who received the order, climbed the stairs back to the ground. The noodle chain store was next to the gate of the community, and Fang Shimian needed to go out of the gate again. Because he had just spoken not long ago, he was embarrassed to greet the order again, so he walked over slowly.

He seemed to catch a glimpse of a familiar car in his peripheral vision, but Fang Shimian didn't pay any attention to it and went straight to the noodle shop with a clear goal.

As a result, he was stopped before he even reached the door.

Fang Shimian was forced to stop and look up.

Dark windbreaker, elegant demeanor, handsome and gentle face, and slightly tired eyes.

It’s been a while since I last saw Zhu Ze.

"Brother Zhu, why are you here?" Fang Shimian was a little surprised.

Zhu Ze stopped and looked at him, his face not very good. He didn't speak for a while, as if he was thinking about something.

Both of them were outstanding in appearance. Standing in such a conspicuous position, Fang Shimian looked at the frequent glances from the people around him, and then looked at the heads of his colleagues in the security booth who were laughing and sticking their heads out. He could only ask awkwardly, "Brother Zhu... do you want to eat noodles?"

There weren't many people at the main entrance on weekdays, but there were a few elderly people sitting on the flower bed opposite to bask in the sun, staring in their direction.

Fang Shimian brought Zhu Ze into the noodle shop in a daze. As soon as they sat down, a table of customers came to the next door.

Zhu Ze's condition is not very good.

Looking at the dark circles under the man's eyes, Fang Shimian couldn't help but frown and ask, "Brother Zhu, have you not rested for a long time?"

Zhu Ze looked at Fang Shimian imperceptibly and shook his head meaningfully.

Worried that Zhu Ze might not be used to this noisy dining environment with so many people coming and going, Fang Shimian immediately said, "If you don't want to eat noodles, you can go to the private restaurant next door. My colleagues have been there and they said it tastes pretty good."

"No thanks." Zhu Ze scanned the code and randomly ordered two bowls of noodles recommended on the homepage. He put down his phone, glanced at the hot soup served by the waiter, and said in a calm voice with an unreadable expression, "I heard that you went to Hengshi this morning?"

Fang Shimian was startled, and suddenly remembered that Zhu Ze worked at Hengshi, so he might have seen him in the morning, so he nodded and said vaguely: "Well... go take care of something."

Zhu Ze stared at him, his tone somewhat cold, "What can you do in Hengshi?"

"It's just a small matter..." Fang Shimian didn't want to tell the truth, nor did he want to lie to fool Zhu Ze. He took the chopsticks from the chopstick machine next to him and handed them to Zhu Ze, "Brother Zhu, the noodles here are delicious."

Facing Fang Shimian's cautious flattery, Zhu Ze's expression gradually darkened. He did not take the chopsticks handed to him, but only said, "I know that you stayed in Huo Jun's office for a while."

"...He has something to ask me." Fang Shimian put his chopsticks on Zhu Ze's soup bowl.

Zhu Ze smiled but didn't say whether he believed it or not.

The noodles were ready, and the waiter brought them over. Both bowls were the same beef noodles. Seeing that Zhu Ze hadn't moved, Fang Shimian picked out all the coriander from his bowl, cleaned it up, and passed it to Zhu Ze, "Brother Zhu, try it, it's delicious, but if you order this next time, you can just get one portion without the coriander..."

"When did you get in touch?" Zhu Ze interrupted Fang Shimian. He asked slowly, with a fierce tone in his voice.

Fang Shimian didn't really understand why Zhu Ze was so persistent about this question. Although he was very hungry, it was useless for Zhu Ze to say nice things and smile. He put down his chopsticks and said, "I have no connection with Mr. Huo, or anyone else. There's no point in you asking these questions."

Zhu Ze stared at Fang Shimian for a while, half believing and half doubting, "Then tell me why you appeared in Huo Jun's office."

Fang Shimian was a little angry, lowering his head and not looking at anyone, "I have no obligation to report to you."

He knew Huo Jun's hobby, and Zhu Ze was obviously also an insider. He had an arrogant and convicted look on his face, and kept asking questions again and again. Even if he was slow-witted, he understood what Zhu Ze was suspicious of. Fang Shimian was not angry, but sad and humiliated.

In fact, he originally didn't want to get to know the Huo family or the Li family, and he didn't want to have any intersection with Zhu Ze. It was Zhu Ze who dragged him into this murky water of power, and now he is accusing him of making random friends.

He likes the routine life in the monitoring room, but things never go as he wishes.

Zhu Ze never thought that Fang Shimian would one day use such words to disobey him. In his impression, Fang Shimian's greatest weapons were silence and crying.

Fang Shimian saw that the noodles were getting cold, so he picked up the chopsticks again and started picking up the noodles without caring whether Zhu Ze wanted to eat it or not.

"Xiao Mian has grown up."

Zhu Ze was indeed blinded by anger. Now that he has calmed down, he realizes that his actions just now might have been a bit hurtful. "Brother believes in Xiao Mian, but he was too anxious."

Fang Shimian was eating noodles, and his attitude towards Zhu Ze did not change much. His tone was unusually cold, "It's nothing."

"Xiao Mian." Zhu Ze was a little uneasy about Fang Shi Mian's attitude. "You are the person I care about the most. I am just afraid that you will go astray..."

Fang Shimian finished his meal in two bites and gently pushed the bowl aside. "Brother Zhu, I understand what you mean. I won't accompany you after I finish my meal. I've wasted the whole morning today and I can't ask for leave in the afternoon."

It seemed that Zhu Ze didn't want Fang Shimian to leave before he finished speaking, so he suddenly stretched out his hand to Fang Shimian. When Fang Shimian dodged, he saw the guest at the next table suddenly stand up in his peripheral vision, and a few seconds later quietly paid the bill and left.

"Brother Zhu, I don't mean to blame you." Fang Shimian's voice was very low, and it seemed no different from before. "I am very satisfied with my current life and don't want to make any changes."

The boy did not show much emotion, and he did not make any firm promise or expression when he said this.

Zhu Ze understood, and looking at Fang Shimian's departing back, he suppressed those evil thoughts that he couldn't bear to see the light of day. He felt a dull pain in his heart, and the fatigue from staying up all night for days seemed to surge up at this moment.

The roads in the community are very quiet, and the winter sun is not very warm, making people feel cold in their hearts.

In fact, Fang Shimian did not return to the monitoring room immediately. He was still thinking about the pregnant white cat. After saying hello to Xu Long, he wandered around the community until he met the old lady who fed the cat. She took Fang Shimian to the air conditioner outdoor unit at the back of Building 2.

"Maybe she gave birth last night. She gave birth to four babies. One of them was killed by those kids, so she moved away." The old lady's hair turned gray. She muttered as she walked back, "When this kitten is one month old, I will take this big cat to be sterilized."

Fang Shimian sent her back to where she was to continue basking in the sun, then he went back into the bushes and squatted down. Sure enough, he saw the white cat and three kittens under the air conditioner unit. The white cat looked listless, and was lazily licking the fur of the kittens whose eyes were not even open.

After watching quietly for a while, Fang Shimian poured all the cat food in front of the white cat and murmured, "Don't be sad, I'll go online to buy you canned food. I'll buy salmon flavored ones. They should be delicious."

Having said that, he immediately placed an order online.

After watching for a while, Fang Shimian slowly stood up, his feet were numb from squatting for so long. He took a deep breath, clapped his hands, and walked out of the bushes.

When Xu Long returned to the monitoring room, he was playing games. When he saw Fang Shimian come in, he went to the back to sleep.

Fang Shimian cleaned up Xu Long's takeaway, took out the garbage and threw it away, then took out the last black garbage bag from the big iron cabinet and put it on.

"Brother Long, there are no more garbage bags."

"Well, when you meet the cleaning lady later, just say a few nice words to her and I'll give it to you." Xu Long was playing an intense game and just replied casually.

Before, Ma Liang would go to the aunt in the cleaning department to ask for garbage bags. At that time, Fang Shimian was not yet there, and he was the only one who was sweet-mouthed and good at coaxing people among the men in the monitoring room. However, a few days ago, Ma Liang had a big mouth and told the security guards the gossip that the aunt told him, which led to a fierce quarrel between the two foremen. Ma Liang is now not well received by both sides.

Fang Shimian didn't think it was a difficult task because his colleagues were all older and they all got along well with him. He was also familiar with the cleaning ladies who were in charge of this area.

After a while, Fang Shimian happened to see an aunt cleaning the garage outside the monitoring room on the surveillance camera, so he pushed the door open and went out.

Hearing the noise, Xu Long happily climbed up from the single bed, ready to watch the fun.

Thanks to Bai Ma Liang, the people the cleaning department hates most now are those in the monitoring room of the gossip center.

As a result, Fang Shimian really brought in a dozen garbage bags, and saw Xu Long still grinning foolishly as he held the endless bags in one hand.

"Damn it, can face be used to make a living?" Xu Long was very disappointed with this world where appearance is everything. He simply turned a deaf ear to everything else and slept until the end of the get off work day.

The next day at work, Fang Shimian and Ma Liang were notified that they would be seconded to another newly acquired project for two days in the middle of next month.

Xu Long was a little unhappy, but this time it was a list directly selected by the top management, and Fang Shimian's name had appeared in the work group, so it was difficult to change it. But Ma Liang was also there, and the two of them could be good companions, so Xu Long was not worried that Fang Shimian would be bullied.

This new project that has just been taken over is a relatively large move by Mingheng, a real estate company under Hengshi Group. Although the address is relatively remote, it is located between the relocation sites of Haishi First People's Hospital and Second People's Hospital. There is also a large health care hospital under construction on the north side facing the mountains.

The most important thing is that I heard that Anhe will also build a branch here. Although it has not been finalized, I heard that it is almost certain. A house near a large hospital is not bad either from a living or investment perspective.

The property management company responsible for this community is actually a subsidiary of Mingheng. However, Hengshi has invested in Qihe now, and the investor only wants to transfer a few people to work there. The top management here agreed without even thinking about it.

In December, the day shift had more forms to submit, and the backlog of information from the year was required to be processed immediately. Xu Long worked very quickly, and Fang Shimian sat beside him and watched. Occasionally, he would help Xu Long add up with a calculator, or urge him in the group to check on the completion status and do some assisting work.

The temperature has been dropping continuously these days, and it is very cold to ride a bike to and from get off work. Xu Long would rather freeze to death than install a windshield on the motorcycle. It's okay for Fang Shimian to sit in the back and put his hands in his pockets, but every time Xu Long gets off the bike, his hands are frozen red and he loses consciousness for a while.

Fang Shimian bought a pair of windproof gloves on a video software that looked to be of very good quality. Unfortunately, Xu Long accepted them but did not use them, saying that they were too thick and affected his braking. So Fang Shimian carefully selected and spent a huge amount of money to buy a pair of gloves that allowed the fingers to be exposed. Xu Long used them the next day.

The day before Ma Liang was going to support the project, he was on vacation. Xu Long called Ma Liang for about ten minutes and told him not to leave alone and to let Fang Shimian do all the work.

The next morning, after Fang Shimian and Ma Liang punched in, they got on the company car with their colleagues from the Order Department to go for support. Ma Liang had a day off yesterday, so he was still in good spirits today. Along the way, he chatted with Fang Shimian about all sorts of gossip in the company.

When they arrived at the place, because the uniforms were different, these dispatched personnel were all doing miscellaneous work in the logistics department, such as pressing the elevator for the owner, checking the red carpet, and moving some things...

Fang Shimian and Ma Liang got an easy job, they just did their old job.

Because the monitoring room does not need to be seen by people and the work content is not much different, besides, there will be no decoration or water and electricity issues caused by the owner on the first day of taking over the new building. You only need to check whether the elevator monitoring is operating normally and receive the elevator emergency call as soon as possible if someone is trapped.

Fang Shimian and Ma Liang were free after accepting a simple handover. This place was even busier than Yunjin. There was only one problem, that is, the monitoring room was not connected to the Internet, and the traffic in the basement was basically unusable because there was no signal.

Moreover, because this place was newly renovated, the air is not circulating and there is a strong smell of formaldehyde. This is also the reason why the monitor who was originally guarding here was unwilling to stay here.

When Ma Liang couldn't play with his phone, he went to find a bed to sleep on. However, Hengshi's management was stricter than Qihe's, and beds were not allowed in the monitoring room. Ma Liang was so confused that he jumped and jumped around in the monitoring room like crazy.

But after a while Ma Liang found something to do. He started bragging to Fang Shimian. Fang Shimian was a very qualified listener. He listened attentively, remembered every detail, and sometimes asked questions that left Ma Liang speechless.

"Do you know how I got this name? The gods came to my parents in a dream and told them that I was the reincarnation of the gods of the Ma family and that I would be an official in the future! Our entire village knows about it. When I was a child, they were all nice to me wherever I went. They said that when I became an official, I would give them money one by one."

Fang Shimian immediately cast an envious look, "Is everyone in the whole village nice to you?"

Ma Liang raised his head to the sky, "Of course not."

The door of the monitoring room was suddenly pushed open, and a young man in uniform poked his head in, "The monitoring room is here, right?"

Fang Shimian quickly stood up and said, "Yes, that's it."

"Oh, go eat now. I'll stay here to watch. The place where the food is stored is next to the gate. You can find it when you walk over."

Ma Liang then took out his phone to check the time, "I was wondering why I'm a little hungry, let's go." He then pulled Fang Shimian out and turned back to shout to the young man, "Then we'll leave first, sorry for the trouble."

The two of them searched for the gate for a while. Ma Liang looked at the security guard standing there. Just as he was about to go up and ask, he saw the man impatiently pointing at a store next to him that had not been renovated yet.

Sure enough, in a clean shop not far away, people wearing two types of property management uniforms were eating inside. There were several rows of plastic stools inside. Some people sat on the stools to eat their boxed lunches, while others used the stools as tables and squatted beside them to eat.

There was a white sticker with black text on it next to the door saying take-out was not allowed.

"They're worried that the food we serve won't look good and that it'll embarrass them." Ma Liang looked at the words and complained in a low voice.

Fang Shimian expressed his own opinion, "It may also be that they are worried that the next owner of the house will find it unpleasant."

The lunch boxes were packed in large white plastic bags and stacked high on the table at the entrance. There were empty paper bowls and a bucket of hot soup next to them. The thick dust on the ground floated up with the footsteps of people passing by, swirling in the hot steam of the soup, and there was a strong smell of dust in the room.

There were two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes in the lunch box. When Fang Shimian saw his favorite stir-fried pork and shredded potatoes, he happily blew on his frozen hands, his eyes lighting up.

Ma Liang started eating Kuai Tang first. He poured two bowls and took them inside to find a stool. Fang Shimian followed behind and took two boxes of lunch. When he was looking for chopsticks, a burly manager next to him suddenly came over, looked Fang Shimian up and down, and said in a cold voice: "Each person can only take one portion first. After you finish the whole portion, you can come and take two portions. Don't waste food!"

"I..." Fang Shimian was about to speak when he was interrupted by a harsh reprimand.

"What do you mean, can you finish two boxes like this? I'm afraid you'll only pick out the vegetables to eat, leaving a pile of rice to throw away." The supervisor's tone was firm, his expression was fierce, and full of contempt.

Everyone who was eating in the room looked over. Most of them were from Mingheng Property. When they heard the voices coming from here, they unconsciously took a few steps towards the door.

Ma Liang was so frightened that he put the soup in and ran back, pushing away the people who had surrounded him one by one. He rushed in front of Fang Shimian, smiled at the supervisor with an unpleasant expression, and explained loudly, "We are together. I just went to get the soup and he helped me get it."

Fang Shimian nodded while holding the lunch box in his arms.

At this time, the people from Qihe's side also gathered around. Everyone was already annoyed by Mingheng's contemptuous attitude, not to mention that they came all the way here just to do some odd jobs.

Fortunately, Manager Qihe specially picked those who were good-looking to help. If you brought one more lunch box, you would be talked about. Not to mention that the person who took the lunch was the youngest in their group. Hengming and his gang of snobs are simply disgusting.

"Xiao Fang, take it if you want to eat. We are all here. It's interesting that such a big company has to be fussy about even eating an extra bite of food." The big brother in the order uniform sneered.

Ming Heng naturally couldn't stand to hear people say bad things about him, "Hey, your master didn't even train you and sent you here to embarrass you. Don't you see how shabby you are? You look like a starving ghost who hasn't eaten a meal."

As the crowd shouted a few dirty words and saw the atmosphere becoming increasingly tense, the supervisor who had initially accused Fang Shimian of taking too much food finally realized the seriousness of the problem. He turned around and yelled, "What are you doing?"

"Alright, it's all misunderstandings, why are you arguing?" The supervisor glanced at Fang Shimian who was lowering his head behind Ma Liang, and with his years of intuition, he immediately found the weak point in the crowd.

"The brothers in Qihe are all good people. They helped a lot today. But this guy is the same. He helped people get food without saying a word and made some noise. Don't come here in the future. Ask your manager to replace him with someone who can talk tomorrow."

With these words, he completely cleared himself of the mistake of wrongly accusing others and praised the other people in Qihe. Those who didn't want to make trouble in the first place immediately quieted down and went back to their stools to eat in silence. Only the big brother who spoke at the beginning wanted to say something, but was suppressed by other colleagues.

It would be bad for everyone if this matter got out of hand, and Fang Shimian had just arrived and no one wanted to get into trouble over something like this. Besides, the people on the day shift of order were not too close to the monitoring center, except for their closer relationship with Xu Long. Thinking of this, everyone became quiet.

This overseas assignment also comes with a field allowance of 100 yuan per day.

The supervisor realized that his goal had been achieved, so he stopped talking and went back to the door to continue talking to another person.

All the people dispersed, and only a few people were still looking at Fang Shimian.

Ma Liang was smiling at first, but when he heard the supervisor directly tell Fang Shimian not to come, his face changed immediately. He couldn't even utter a curse word even though his teeth were broken. He held Fang Shimian in frustration, looking very guilty.

He really needs this job, otherwise he would have turned against it long ago.

Fang Shimian had already come out of his fear at this moment, because when he heard that his supervisor just asked him not to come tomorrow, he actually felt a little relieved. He didn't like working in such an unfamiliar environment.

He touched Ma Liang's drooping wrist and said, "Brother Ma, where did you bring the soup? I'm so hungry, let's eat."

Ma Liang chose a seat relatively close to the corner. Since they had taken the soup, they both put their lunch boxes and soup on the stools and ate.

When there is something he likes to eat, Fang Shimyeon will eat a little slower. He will pile his favorite dishes together in a certain proportion on the rice, and then eat it in one bite before continuing to make the next bite.

Seeing Fang Shimian eating seriously, Ma Liang suddenly leaned over and said, "Xiao Fang, don't worry, I will avenge you when I become an official."

Fang Shimian still had rice in his mouth. He bumped into Ma Liang after hearing what he said. After swallowing it, he said, "Brother, you don't have to avenge me. It's more important to be a good official."

Ma Liang thought for a moment and whispered, "Then I'll give you some pocket money when the time comes." He always felt sorry for not standing up for his good brother.

Fang Shimian chewed and shook his head, saying vaguely: "If I don't come tomorrow, I'll be happy."

It's boring here, not as interesting as in the Yunjin monitoring room. It's just sad that he can't get the expatriate subsidy, but he doesn't take it too seriously.

At this moment, there was another commotion at the door. Ma Liang thought that a fight had started again, and was eager to take advantage of the situation to give the supervisor a taste of his own medicine.

As a result, all I could hear was the supervisor and several uniformed managers who had just spoken to him, bending over slightly, smiling brightly, and speaking in voices that were more flattering than the last.

"Who are you looking for? I know everyone here."

"The general manager came to see us today, but they didn't eat here. They are in the office. Let me show you the way..."

"Yes, some people from Qihe came to support us today... they should all be here."

"It's very dusty here. Just tell me the name and I'll find it for you."

Ma Liang had been watching the fight for a while, looking coldly at the supervisor flattering him, when he suddenly became a little stiff. After a few seconds, he suddenly poked Fang Shimian, who was eating seriously, with his elbow.

"Xiao Fang, Xiao Fang is not right. Why do I see him coming towards us?"

The room was undecorated, so naturally there was no light. It was deep inside, so even with the little natural light it was blurry. Fang Shimian and Ma Liang were squatting in the innermost corner, especially Fang Shimian. When he was eating, half of his head was blocked by the soup bowl, and his whole body was in shadow.

Fang Shimian was completely out of the picture. He had just finished the last big mouthful of rice he had assembled. His cheeks were puffed up as he carefully cleaned up the remnants of the scrambled eggs with tomatoes. He asked vaguely, "Yeah? Who's here?"

"No way, damn, he saw you coming over here, damn." Ma Liang looked at the crowd gradually approaching, sweat pouring down his face, and hurriedly pulled Fang Shimian's sleeve, "Don't eat me first!"

Fang Shimian didn't react very much. He swallowed the food in his mouth and slowly raised his face.

Ming Ke just led his men to Fang Shimian. He stood against the light, with a straight posture. He nodded at Fang Shimian with a gentle and intimate smile.

"Mr. Fang, you are here."

Such a polite tone...

The supervisor's face instantly turned as pale as a deathly person.

Everyone looked over here.

The world was as silent as if it had experienced a cosmic explosion.