What spewed from Bruce Lee's body wasn't some orange-yellow torrent; it was molten steel and gushing lava, blotting out the sky and surging towards the production center.
Even so, the few wads of thick phlegm that Bruce Lee spat out were like raising the temperature of the molten steel and the force of the gushing magma, as if they were about to destroy and melt the entire factory. Even Wang Yao, who was almost insensitive to heat, felt a burning sensation.
Through the previous conversation between Bruce Lee and President Zhu, Wang Yao knew perfectly well that this so-called "Blazing Sun Beauty" was not a weapon to diminish the influence of the "lonely one." The real weapon was right there, the muscular Bruce Lee with his burning body, eight-pack abs, and V-line.
Damn it, Mr. Zhu is so blind to his own potential. Once Bruce Lee leaves, your "Blazing Sun Beauty" swindling people with aphrodisiac herbs will be finished sooner or later!
Having acquired supernatural powers, Wang Yao was completely different from before. He confirmed Bruce Lee's identity as the "widow's" nemesis and no longer hesitated. He took out his interface panel and tapped it a few times, thus entangled the "widow" Bisif with Bruce Lee's fate.
Bruce Lee climbed down the escalator, went to the control panel, and pressed a button. The lid of the metal barrel was closed again, and a rattling sound came from inside, as if other materials were being added to the metal barrel through the pipes. After a while, the warning light on the metal barrel, which had turned green, finally went out.
He then fiddled with the control panel for a while, and the metal barrel started spinning again, emitting the same steady and rhythmic rumbling sound as before.
After finishing all that, Bruce Lee picked up the form that was lying on the workbench and made a few notes. Then he reached out and lifted the straw mat on the small bed.
Underneath the straw mat was a pair of crumpled and wrinkled shorts. He picked them up and put them on, then put on a flashy short-sleeved shirt that was draped over the back of the chair in front of the workbench.
Then Bruce Lee turned and walked through the canyon made of piled-up sacks towards the outside of the factory. Wang Yao thought to himself that the marriage he had arranged must be starting to have an effect. Bruce Lee was going to find "the widow" Bisif. He immediately shut down his "spiritual senses" and quietly followed Bruce Lee out of the factory.
Unexpectedly, after leaving the synthesis workshop, Li Xiaolong did not go straight back to Xia County as Wang Yao had predicted. Instead, he turned at the gate of the production center and walked towards a three-story building near the gate.
Wang Yao was slightly taken aback, wondering what this person was up to. After all, he was an outsider and it was inconvenient for him to wander around the factory area with Li Xiaolong. So he had no choice but to sneak back to the "synthesis workshop," activate his magic "sensing," and lock onto Li Xiaolong firmly.
Without hesitation, Bruce Lee rushed up to the top floor of the building, knocked on the door of an office with the lights on, and walked in without waiting for a response.
Inside the office was General Manager Zhu, who had just finished a long walk around the production center. He was probably taking a cold shower when Li Xiaolong suddenly barged in, making him look rather disheveled.
Mr. Zhu was wearing a haphazardly thrown-on short-sleeved shirt, his coat open, and he was holding up a pair of trousers with both hands, covering his obviously too-small briefs. His snow-white, flabby body jiggled precariously. He glared fiercely at Bruce Lee, his brows furrowed in a deep frown.
"What's wrong with you? Who told you to leave your post during production hours?" General Manager Zhu shouted sternly.
"The fourth pot is already on the stove. You can even sleep while it's cooking. It's no big deal to walk away for a while. I've been with the company for so long, I always finish what I start and never cause trouble for the company." Li Xiaolong clearly had made up his mind, and his words were much more decisive than before.
“You are not allowed to leave your post during working hours. That’s company policy. You can’t just leave whenever you want. Even if you’re sleeping at your post, you’re not allowed to leave! Go back now! I’ll deduct 5 points from your performance evaluation for leaving your post this time.” General Manager Zhu remained unmoved.
“Five points deducted is fine, as long as you raise my salary next month, I’ll accept it!” Bruce Lee said.
"Why don't you understand after all this explanation? Why should the company give you a raise? Your current position can only give you your current salary. If you want a raise, you'll have to be transferred!" General Manager Zhu shouted.
"I don't care if you transfer me to another position or not, I just want you to give me a raise. I've been working here for five years, and everyone who joined the factory at the same time as me has received a raise. At least one raise a year. Zhu Dacong, the gatekeeper, just joined last year, and he's already received three raises!"
Bruce Lee blushed and shouted.
"Guarding the gate? That's company security! It's a life-threatening job! Do you think your synthetic worker can compare?"
"Zhu Dacong used to be a special forces soldier in the army. He is skilled in his job and proposed several security improvement measures to the company as soon as he started working. What's wrong with raising his salary three times? If you ask me, that's not enough!"
Perhaps Zhu Dacong was a relative of General Manager Zhu. General Manager Zhu became furious as soon as he heard Bruce Lee mention Zhu Dacong.
“I won’t compare myself to Zhu Dacong, but what about Ma Fu? Is sweeping the streets at the company more important than me, a composite worker?” Although Zhu’s roar suppressed Li Xiaolong’s momentum, he still struggled to refute.
“Ma Fu? You… By the way, you work in the synthesis workshop every day. Who told you that other employees get a raise every year? Where in our company is there such a rule?” General Manager Zhu asked, glaring at him.
He suddenly realized a serious problem: Bruce Lee had been working day and night for five years without ever questioning his salary, so why was he suddenly dissatisfied? What went wrong?
“It was your sister-in-law, Xia Lanlan, who said that she gets a raise every year in our company cafeteria. She also said that as long as I bring up the issue of a raise with you, it’s guaranteed to happen.” Li Xiaolong also stuck out his neck.
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