Chapter 137 Cannot be changed, interesting
The resume submitted by Zhou Huxin was quickly delivered to the hands of the prison warden Qian Huan, who accepted the resume without saying a word.
A quarter of an hour later.
Li Bashan appeared in the warden's office again. Qian Huan said with a look of three parts of kindness and seven parts of apology: "Bashan, I broke my promise. I just arrived and I didn't expect that the people below would be so dissatisfied with me."
"I just wanted to go through the formalities, but who would have thought that your immediate warden would be a completely different person when he submitted his resume?"
"Ah, I thought this matter was simple. I didn't expect Zhou Hu to not give you any face at all, and not give you any face at all, and be so decisive."
"I'm afraid that your junior brother's employment will not be possible this time. Let's wait for the next opportunity. I'm afraid I have to give this opportunity to..."
Qian Huan picked up the resume and read out the name on it: "Chang Qingsen, I heard that he is the nephew of Chang Wei, the director of your prison area A."
Qian Huan sighed, looked at the expressionless Li Bashan and said quietly: "Well, next time, when there is a vacancy, I will give priority to your junior brother."
Li Bashan had no expression on his face, and said in a muffled voice, "No, the quota belongs to Junior Brother."
Qian Huan was slightly stunned. He had already imagined various possible reactions of Li Bashan - perhaps angry resistance, perhaps helpless endurance, or even silent acceptance.
But he never expected that Li Bashan would be so calm yet decisive, as if... he was not making a request or negotiating, but simply stating an established fact to him.
“???” Qian Huan couldn’t help but be a little stunned. For a moment he even almost doubted whether he was facing the real warden.
Li Bashan didn't give Qian Huan much time to be surprised. He asked in a muffled voice, "You agree to let my junior brother join the company, right?"
Qian Huanying saw Li Bashan's sincere eyes looking down at him, and his heart skipped a beat. He nodded quickly, "Yes."
Li Bashan continued in a muffled voice: "Zhou Hu, don't you agree?"
Qian Huan nodded again: "Yes."
Li Bashan rarely raised his thick eyebrows, and his muffled tone carried a subtle ripple: "Chang Wei stole my junior brother's quota?"
Qian Huan nodded mechanically and corrected, "Chang Wei's nephew, well, you are right to understand it as Chang Wei."
Li Bashan learned the whole story from the warden. He raised his thick eyebrows and grinned at Qian Huan like a child: "Well, there's nothing wrong with you. The problem lies with Zhou Hu and Chang Wei."
Looking at Li Bashan's innocent smile, Qian Huan swallowed his saliva. For some reason, all the conspiracies and calculations in his mind seemed to melt away instantly like ice and snow under the scorching sun.
Instead, when the snow melts, there are chills that penetrate deep into the bone marrow.
Qian Huan swallowed hard, nodded vigorously with all his strength, and gave a thumbs up, saying, "Yes, yes, that's right, Bashan, you are very smart, and you understand it very correctly."
Li Bashan scratched his scalp shyly. In his life, there were very few times when he was praised for his intelligence.
As far as I can remember, the last time I received such praise was last time.
Li Bashan looked at Qian Huan's tiger eyes and softened a little. He said in a muffled voice, "Can you give me the resume of the person who snatched the quota for my junior apprentice brother?"
Qian Huan readily agreed, and with all his sanity he had made a copy, and only gave the copy to Li Bashan.
Li Bashan gazed at him calmly, and suddenly a sense of alertness surged in his heart. He felt that the warden didn't seem to be very smart.
Why go to the trouble of making an extra copy of a dead person's resume?
Isn't this a waste of effort? Could it be that the prison also has the same quirk as Sixth Junior Brother, and likes to burn "portraits" of people after they die?
Li Bashan held the copy in his hand, turned around and left calmly, leaving Qian Huan alone in the office.
It was not until this moment that Qian Huan let out a long breath, as if an invisible pressure had been lifted off his shoulders.
He slowly sat back on the warden's large and solemn seat. Only then did he realize that his clothes on his back had been soaked with sweat without him noticing. "Damn it, what happened to me just now? Why do I feel like I have walked through the gates of hell?"
Qian Huan's face was slightly pale. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. Then he looked around the spacious office, still feeling a bit frightened. "The security measures are not tight enough. How can we be sure that nothing will go wrong just by relying on the laser channel in the corridor?"
As he thought this in his mind, he reached out and pressed the button on the phone to summon the security department members.
Qian Huan felt that it was very necessary to thoroughly renovate the interior of the office to enhance security protection.
"My uncle is right. Being a prison warden is probably a high-risk job. I have to be more careful about safety in the future." Qian Huan muttered to himself.
…….It was already evening when Li Bashan returned to the martial arts hall.
Without taking a rest, he went straight to the kitchen and saw a bucket full of rice simmering in the pot. The steaming heat seemed particularly warm in the night. The somewhat uneasy expression on his face gradually relaxed after seeing this scene, as if a heavy stone in his heart had finally fallen to the ground.
He picked up the wooden bucket and ate the rice in big mouthfuls while walking towards the inner courtyard. As he moved, the "water level" in the rice bucket quietly dropped, and by the time he stepped into the inner courtyard, the rice in the bucket had been reduced by half.
The situation in the yard seemed familiar.
The second sister was drinking alone, the third sister was eating peanuts, the fifth sister was reading a book, the sixth sister was drawing, and the younger sister and brother were standing one after the other, practicing kung fu in the yard.
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All this seemed to happen again yesterday, yet there seemed to be differences in the subtle details.
Li Bashan's sharp tiger eyes scanned back and forth in the yard, his brows slightly furrowed, and he began to observe and analyze carefully.
His clever mind quickly caught the anomaly: Strange, it seems that the second, third, fifth, and sixth brothers are a little absent-minded. They glance at the younger brother and younger sister from time to time. Why is this? Li Bashan ate while thinking, and the rice in the bucket gradually ran out.
He licked the rice grains on his lips with an unsatisfied look, then took out a crumpled resume from his pocket, slapped it on the table, and said in a muffled voice, "Someone is trying to snatch my junior brother's job."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes focused on the wrinkled resume.
The unfamiliar photos and names caught their attention, and a hint of surprise flashed in their eyes at the same time.
It seemed that his gaze was not examining a resume, but examining a tempting menu with the name of the dish written on it: Chang Qingsen.
A sense of anticipation welled up in everyone's hearts. Could it be that a new round of [team building] activities is about to begin?
Li Bashan then added: "It's not just him, Chang Wei and Zhou Hu must also be dealt with."
After these words were spoken, everyone became even more excited.
Chang Qingsen is just an appetizer, while Chang Wei and Zhou Hu are the main course. It seems that the "meal standard" of this [team building] is quite rich, thanks to the little junior brother.
Everyone looked at Feng Mu with increasingly gentle and satisfied eyes.
Liu Xie picked up the resume, flattened it slightly, and handed it to Feng Mu, saying calmly: "This [team building] is thanks to you again. Take a look. Do you have any ideas?"
Feng Mu took the resume calmly and glanced at the name on it indifferently. He didn't care about the story behind this person. Since he dared to snatch his position, he must have been prepared to die.
However, when his eyes paused on a line of words on the resume, his eyebrows slightly raised, revealing a moment of surprise:
"The third year students of No. 8 Middle School are about to graduate. What a coincidence! This is getting interesting!"
(End of this chapter)
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