Chapter 1119

Small flames shot up from the top of Sun Dagu's head. You guys don't let me go in to wash as soon as possible, and you stand here to stop me, making me go around to the back door.

In this cold weather, if I go around to the back, won't I freeze stiff?

Your conscience is greatly bad, so don't blame me, Sun Dagu, for not caring about the face of colleagues.

Thinking of this, Sun Dagu suddenly smiled. The two guys standing in front of him shouted in their hearts: Not good!

Just as they were about to run away, it was already too late. They were grabbed by Sun Dagu, and his head rubbed hard against them.

"Aow!"

The two who were grabbed couldn't take this stimulation, opened their mouths, and vomited.

I don't know what they ate for lunch, but the taste was also very pungent, and it all vomited onto Sun Dagu's head.

This scene left the onlookers dumbfounded. What the hell is this situation?

Is the colleague relationship in this unit so good? Rain and dew shared equally, dung shared, and they even felt the taste wasn't enough, finally adding more ingredients.

"Hahaha..."

Sun Dagu, who was covered in vomit, started vomiting again. After a long while, he felt a bit more comfortable, then looked at the two guys who were just as miserable as him, and laughed excitedly.

I was splashed with a whole body of dung and became a joke in other people's eyes. He could think with his butt that since these two things saw it, they didn't even need to wait until tomorrow morning—tonight, the colleagues in the unit would definitely all know.

It's just that now, you guys are also the same as me, becoming a joke in other people's eyes. Let's see if you still mock me with your yin and yang tone.

"Surname Sun!" A guy recovered and angrily swung his fist, smashing it hard onto Sun Dagu's face.

"Bang!"

Sun Dagu felt golden stars flashing before his eyes, and he couldn't see anything.

Just at this time, he heard another roar: "Sun Dagu, I'll kill you."

"Bang!"

Sun Dagu's head took another punch, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

Immediately after, fists and feet fell onto Sun Dagu like raindrops.

This old guy had never suffered this, as if all the bones in his body had been broken, hurting him so much that he howled.

In this situation, even if there were kind-hearted people who wanted to stop it, looking at the various treasures hanging on the three of them, even from a distance, they felt disgusted just looking at it. Who had the courage to go over and persuade them to stop fighting?

Finally, it was a little girl who ran to the police station diagonally opposite and reported the crime.

When the police rushed over, they were also dumbfounded.

The little girl reported that people were fighting, but they never expected it to be this situation.

"What's going on?" A police officer asked while pinching his nose.

"This old thing." The younger guy pointed at Sun Dagu: "I don't know who he offended, but he was splashed with a whole body of dung. Old Qian and I kindly reminded him to go through the back door and take a bath in our unit's bathhouse."

"But he insisted on walking in the front. You say, with his appearance, covered in dung soup, flowing everywhere he walks. If we let him walk through the front gate, he'd definitely get it everywhere. How would we clean it up? Would we still be able to work tomorrow?"

"We were kind-hearted, but he was the one who suddenly grabbed us two and rubbed dung all over us. You tell me, does he deserve to be beaten?"

Hearing this guy's words, several police officers looked at each other. This really deserved to be beaten.

But they were police officers. They thought this way in their hearts, but they couldn't say it out loud.

"He rubbed dung all over you, that's indeed wrong, but you can't beat people, right?"

"I want to report the crime!"

Sun Dagu, who was lying on the ground, suddenly raised his hand. Something stuck to his arm flew out, heading straight for a police officer.

That police officer was so scared that he jumped out two meters away. Fortunately, his eyes were good and his reaction was fast enough, otherwise he would have been ambushed.

The other two police officers twitched their mouths, and one of them said: "Reporting the crime is fine, but you have to wash up first. With your appearance, we can't take your statement."

Sun Dagu turned over and sat up, not forgetting to pick up the gentleman's hat and genuine leather briefcase thrown to the side, then looked at the two guys with hatred.

"Zhao Jinchang, Qian Liang, you wait, this matter isn't over."

"We'll wait for you." Zhao Jinchang and Qian Liang didn't show weakness: "We will definitely report this matter to the leadership."

The three cursed and swore, walked around to the small door behind the office building, and entered the bathhouse, throwing their clothes directly into the trash can.

But no matter how they washed, they felt there was a smell. They washed for over two hours. Finally, they discovered very embarrassingly that there were no clean clothes.

The three guys stared at each other, separated by a barrier. They were also waiting, hoping that colleagues living in the unit dormitory would come over to take a bath, so they could notify their families to send clothes over.

Until it was almost dark outside, no one came to take a bath. What made them feel even more desperate was that it was dark, the boiler wasn't burning much, and the heating was gradually cooling down.

The three guys hugged their arms, shivering with cold, even thinking about rushing out regardless of everything and running home while it was dark.

Even if they were seen, it was better than freezing to death here. But thinking was thinking; no one had the courage.

Watching the sky get darker and darker, just when they couldn't take the cold anymore, Qian Liang shouted with an annoyed face.

"Go to the boiler room."

"Fuck!" Zhao Jinchang cursed: "Why didn't I think of that."

The two of them were still annoyed when Sun Dagu ran out with a swoosh.

The boiler room was in the northeast corner of the back courtyard, only thirty meters away from the bathhouse.

It was completely dark outside, and the three of them weren't afraid of being seen, but the temperature, which was close to zero, made them shiver, and their faces lost their blood color.

The old man burning the boiler was sitting on the bed in the boiler room rest room.

Holding a radio in his hand, eyes closed, shaking his head and humming Peking opera, even humming along.

Suddenly, the door of the boiler room was slammed open with a bang.

"Is it windy outside?" The old man muttered, then got off the bed, preparing to go out and take a look.

At this time, the door of the rest room also opened, and three naked grown men rushed in.

The old man widened his eyes, and the radio in his hand fell to the ground with a plop.

"You... you... you guys want to do what?"

Sun Dagu pointed to his own nose: "Old Liu, it's me, Sun Dagu."

Old Liu then recognized who the fat-headed, big-eared guy with a few hairs pasted on his head was.

"Director Sun?"

Then, Old Liu looked at Zhao Jinchang and Qian Liang, his face full of confusion: "Director Zhao, Director Qian, you guys are..."

"Don't mention it." Zhao Jinchang waved his hand: "Hurry up and call my family, tell them to send clothes over quickly."

"And me." Qian Liang and Sun Dagu shouted at the same time.

Old Liu looked at the three naked people, not knowing what he thought of, suddenly shivered, and ran out with his legs moving.

And he ran very fast, feeling that he couldn't run this fast when he was young, as if his old cold legs were all healed.