Chapter 137: Cannot Change, Interesting

Zhou Hu's newly submitted resume was soon delivered into the hands of Prison Warden Qian Huan; Qian Huan said nothing, merely accepting the resume.

A quarter of an hour later.

Li Bashan appeared again in the Warden's Office, Qian Huan's face bearing three parts cordiality and seven parts apology as he said:

"Bashan, I went back on my word. When I first arrived, I never expected those below me to be so disobedient."

"I only thought to go through the motions casually, but who could have guessed that your direct superior, the Zone Chief, would submit a resume that turned out to be a completely different person."

"Alas, I oversimplified this matter. I never expected Zhou Hu to give you not a shred of face, not a shred of face, acting so decisively. Forget it."

"Your junior disciple's employment this time is likely off. Wait for the next opportunity. This opportunity will likely have to be given to..."

Qian Huan picked up the resume and read the name aloud: "Chang Qingsen. I heard he is your Zone's Area A District Chief Chang Wei's nephew."

Qian Huan sighed heavily, looking at the expressionless Li Bashan and said faintly: "Alas, next time. Next time there is a quota opening, I will prioritize your family's junior disciple."

Li Bashan remained expressionless, still speaking in a muffled voice: "No, the quota belongs to my junior disciple."

Qian Huan was slightly stunned. He had already imagined all sorts of possible reactions from Li Bashan—perhaps angry resistance, perhaps helpless endurance, perhaps even silent acceptance.

But he never expected Li Bashan to be so calm yet so decisive, as if... he was not requesting or negotiating, but merely stating an established fact to him.

"???" Qian Huan couldn't help but be bewildered, even for a moment wondering if he was truly facing the Prison Warden.

Li Bashan did not give Qian Huan much time to be surprised. He asked in his muffled voice: "You agree to let my family's junior disciple get the job, right?"

Qian Huan met Li Bashan's sincere eyes looking down at him, his heart inexplicably twitched, and he quickly nodded: "Right."

Li Bashan continued in his muffled voice: "Zhou Hu, disagree?"

Qian Huan nodded again: "Right."

Li Bashan raised his thick brows for once, his muffled tone carrying a barely perceptible ripple: "Chang Wei snatched my junior disciple's quota?"

Qian Huan nodded mechanically and corrected: "Chang Wei's nephew. Hmm, you can understand it as Chang Wei too."

Li Bashan sorted out the ins and outs from the Prison Warden's mouth. His thick brows relaxed, and he grinned at Qian Huan like a child: "Hmm, you have no problem. The problem lies with Zhou Hu and Chang Wei."

Looking at Li Bashan's childlike pure smile, Qian Huan swallowed his saliva. For some reason, the various schemes and calculations surging in his heart were like ice and snow under the scorching sun, melting instantly.

Replaced by the chill seeping into the bones during the melting of snow.

Qian Huan swallowed hard, nodded heavily with all his might, and gave a thumbs up: "Right, right, right, exactly that. Bashan, you are very smart. You understand it very correctly."

Li Bashan scratched his head somewhat shyly. In his life, there had been few times he was praised as smart.

In memory, the last time he received such praise was the last time.

Li Bashan saw Qian Huan's tiger eyes soften somewhat. He said in his muffled voice: "Can you give me the resume that snatched my family's junior disciple's quota?"

Qian Huan readily agreed. With reason still intact, he made a copy and only gave Li Bashan the copy.

Li Bashan gazed calmly. A sudden sharp feeling arose in his heart. He felt the Prison Warden seemed not very smart.

Why go to the trouble of making an extra copy of a dead man's resume?

Wasn't that superfluous? Or did the Prison also have the same quirk as the Sixth Junior Disciple, liking to burn "portraits" for others after they died?

Li Bashan held the copy, turned steadily and left, leaving Qian Huan alone in the office.

Only now did Qian Huan exhale a long breath heavily, as if laying down an invisible pressure.

He slowly sat back on the Warden's wide and solemn seat. Only then did he notice that his clothes behind had been soaked with sweat unknowingly.

"Damn it, what was wrong with me just now? Why does it feel like I walked through the Ghost Gate?"

Qian Huan's face was somewhat pale. He took several deep breaths, trying to calm his emotions. Then he looked around the spacious office. A lingering sense of shock remained in his heart: "The safety measures are still not strict enough. Relying only on the Laser Corridor in the corridor—how can that ensure absolute safety?"

Thinking this in his heart, he reached out and pressed the phone button, summoning members of the Security Section.

Qian Huan felt it was very necessary to thoroughly renovate the office interior to enhance security protection.

"My uncle was right. Being a Prison Warden is probably a high-risk profession. I must pay more attention to safety in the future." Qian Huan muttered to himself.

Li Bashan returned to the Martial Arts Hall when it was already evening.

Without resting, he went straight to the Kitchen. He saw a wooden bucket full of rice simmering in the pot. The rising steam looked especially warm in the night. The somewhat uneasy expression on his face gradually eased after seeing this scene, as if a heavy stone in his heart had finally landed.

He picked up the wooden bucket and ate mouthful after mouthful of rice while walking toward the Inner Courtyard. As he walked, the "water level" in the rice bucket quietly dropped. By the time he entered the Inner Courtyard, the rice in the bucket had already decreased by half.

The scene in the courtyard seemed familiar.

The Second Sister was drinking alone. The Third Brother was snatching peanuts. The Fifth Brother was reading a book. The Sixth Brother was painting. The Junior Sister and Junior Disciple stood one before the other, practicing martial arts in the courtyard.

All this seemed like a revisit of yesterday, yet differences seemed to reveal themselves in the details.

Li Bashan's sharp tiger eyes scanned back and forth in the courtyard. His brows furrowed slightly as he began to carefully observe and analyze.

His clever mind soon caught the anomaly: Strange. It felt like the Second Brother, Third Brother, Fifth Brother, and Sixth Brother were all somewhat distracted. Their eyes occasionally glanced secretly at the Junior Disciple and Junior Sister. Why was that?

Li Bashan ate while pondering. The rice in the bucket gradually ran out.

He reluctantly licked the rice grains off his lips, then took out a crumpled resume from his pocket and slapped it onto the table. In his muffled voice he said: "There's a problem. Someone is scheming to snatch my junior disciple's job quota."

As soon as he spoke, everyone's eyes focused at once, landing on that crumpled resume.

The unfamiliar photo and name on it caught their attention. A flash of fierce delight appeared in their pupils simultaneously.

That gaze was as if they were not examining a resume, but sizing up a tempting menu, on which was written the dish name: Chang Qingsen.

A hint of anticipation arose in everyone's hearts. Could it be that a new round of 【Team Building】 was about to begin?

Li Bashan added: "Not just him. Chang Wei and Zhou Hu also need to be dealt with."

Upon hearing this, everyone became even more eager.

Chang Qingsen was merely an appetizer, while Chang Wei and Zhou Hu were the main course. It seemed the "meal standard" for this 【Team Building】 was quite lavish. All thanks to the Junior Disciple.

Everyone's gaze toward Feng Mu became increasingly gentle and satisfied.

Liu Xie picked up the resume, smoothed it slightly, and handed it to Feng Mu, saying lightly: "This 【Team Building】 is also thanks to you, after all. Take a look. Any thoughts?"

Feng Mu took the resume with a calm face, indifferently scanning the names on it. He did not care about the story behind this person. Since this person dared to snatch his position, he must have already made the resolve to die.

However, when his gaze paused on a line of writing on the resume, his brow twitched slightly, revealing a moment of surprise:

"A No. 8 Middle School senior about to graduate — what a coincidence, this just got interesting!"

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