Chapter 3 Employee Dormitory Pro Max (3)
As if grasping at a lifeline, Cheng Hu grabbed his wife's hand and placed it against his cheek, taking two deep breaths before his breathing gradually calmed down.
Now, he only dares to focus his gaze on his wife's face, as if she were the only reliable anchor in this bizarre world.
His rugged face was still stiff, and his Adam's apple bobbed several times before he managed to squeeze out a sentence, his voice hoarse and uncertain from shock: "Is he really Xiao Jiang? The Xiao Jiang from our company?"
Yan Shuyi's palm was slightly cool, and with a soothing force, she gently but undeniably patted his rough cheek twice: "Yes, you idiot."
Xiao Jiang, who had been nervously wringing his fingers so tightly he almost tore the hem of his clothes, hurriedly stepped forward and quickly tried to reassure himself: "Really, Mr. Cheng, do you remember? During my interview, you even asked me if my name meant 'to face difficulties head-on'?"
Upon hearing this, Cheng Hu remembered what happened that day.
He recalled the afternoon sunlight that day, casting dappled shadows on the resume through the blinds, and how Xiao Jiang looked down with a slightly self-conscious expression after hearing his question.
That same night, after his wife's explanation, he realized that "Jiang Yingnan" actually meant welcoming a boy...
To completely dispel the misunderstanding, Xiao Jiang briefly explained how General Manager Zhang and his employees helped him remain inside his younger brother's body.
Cheng Hu sprang up from the sofa, the springs creaking under the strain. He glared at the blond-haired and red-haired men, then at Zhang Mo, before finally fixing his gaze on Yan Shuyi's face. He was speechless with shock, and after a long pause, he managed to stammer, "So...you all knew? You only kept it from me?!"
The blond and red-haired men shrank back, startled by his sudden increase in volume, and scratched their heads sheepishly, saying, "Sorry..."
Before he could finish speaking, Cheng Hu hugged Yan Shuyi with a look of relief on his face. It was a kind of enlightening and almost devout emotion: "This must be because my wife was thinking about my heart, so she made this difficult decision and asked everyone to keep it from me, right?"
"My dear wife, you've worked so hard. It must have been a difficult time for you too."
Yan Shuyi reached out and gently stroked his spiky short hair, her movements practiced and full of affection: "It's good that you know."
Onlookers: "..."
Whatever, as long as you're happy.
Although Jiang Rong couldn't see it, he could still feel the deep affection and smiled, "Is this the legendary love that can move even the most stubborn heart?"
Zhang Mo coldly replied, "I think it's because of emotional attachments that they can't distinguish right from wrong."
What do you call this? This is what you call a two-way rush of love-struck people!
In conclusion, in the very end, Mr. Cheng Hu, who was far too timid, finally accepted the fact that not only ghosts existed in this world, but also monsters, in his wife's arms.
Cheng Hu pondered for a moment and made a decision: "Since that's the case, I'll put aside the project I was discussing with Lao Wang for now. It's too big a project, it takes up too much energy, and the return on investment doesn't seem very good right now."
All available staff in the company should be prioritized and transferred to General Manager Zhang's team!
He waved his hand, displaying a rather domineering air: "Once things are settled with the Cultural Relics Bureau, I'll come and help too."
Zhang Mo crossed her arms, a mocking smile playing on her lips, and drawled, "Oh, not afraid anymore?"
Cheng Hu gave an embarrassed, silly laugh, his thick eyebrows still damp with sweat. He glanced at Xiao Jiang and said, "I'm a little scared, more or less."
But if she can survive, then perhaps the existence of ghosts isn't such a bad thing after all...
For Cheng Hu, comparing the two, it seemed that it was more terrifying for his wife and brothers to ignore him.
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The next day, Qin Yuechuan arrived in a great hurry with a group of experts whose average age was over 50.
The elderly professor at the head of the group, wearing gold-rimmed glasses that swayed in the mountain wind, was about to ask, "Where is the entrance to the tomb passage?" when a young man in a moon-white long robe suddenly appeared from behind the group.
"This way." Lu Zheng turned and walked towards the makeshift scaffolding, the wooden ruler twirling smoothly between his fingers. He bent down and squeezed into the narrow passage, barely wide enough for one person to pass through, his voice drifting out from the darkness, "The third brick on the left is a trap, don't touch it."
The tone was flat, as if reminding someone not to bump into the flowerpot next to their own doorstep while walking.
The professors looked at each other in bewilderment.
Qin Yuechuan's eyelids twitched; he was a little worried that Lu Zheng might say something wrong, and he wanted to go in with him.
Zhang Mo stopped him: "Forget it, you think you can go into a tomb with such a fragile body? Look at this road, even a stretcher can't get through. If you faint, no one will save you."
Although she was indeed crispy, Qin Yuechuan, who was reluctant to admit it, thought: "..." How could she have the nerve to call someone else crispy?
Zhang Mo: "So, let's do what we can."
Qin Yuechuan, in a fit of despair, said, "Oh, since I'm already so useless, what can I possibly do?"
Zhang Mo's eyes crinkled into a smile: "Of course there is, that is to help me negotiate with the provincial government."
Look, I went through a lot of trouble to find professional talents to help the country find such important underground relics and cooperate with archaeological experts to carry out protective excavation to prevent cultural relics from being lost or damaged.
I've made such outstanding contributions to the cultural industry, shouldn't I be given some preferential policies? Like tax breaks or exemptions at the end of the year?
Qin Yuechuan: "..." With your ambition, you'll succeed at anything.
Subsequently, Lu Zheng took charge of leading the way, guiding the veteran experts into the ancient tomb as if they were strolling through their own backyard.
He not only knew all the government offices like the back of his hand, but also had some knowledge of various cultural relics.
"If you push the stone wall on the right inward by half a foot, there is a small hidden compartment, which seems to be empty inside."
“The foundation stones beneath these few blocks have been hollowed out by the previous floodwaters, so walk along the side.”
Experts: "..."
Why do I feel like I'm a bit superfluous?
A researcher wearing reading glasses couldn't help but ask, "Young man, which archaeological institute do you work at?"
Remembering Zhang Mo's instructions not to reveal his identity, Lu Zheng lowered his eyes and brushed away a speck of dust that had fallen on the wooden ruler, saying only, "I have no affiliation with any sect or school; my elder brother taught me this in my younger years."
Several younger experts communicated silently with their eyes in the back.
Expert A: So they're from a family of tomb raiders.
Expert B: The Nine Gates? The Tomb Raiders? The Grave Robbers?
Expert C: I told you long ago, true masters are often found among ordinary people!
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