Chapter 74

"Chang Kezhang Chang is here!" Zhou Andong walked in with a cheap smile, "Look, I kept the whistleblowing letters. I know the people who reported me. I'll take you to verify them. To tell you the truth, I've lived enough, really lived enough. You kill me; if you kill me, I'll thank your ancestors for eight generations..."

Chang Tai's face turned green, as if he had been forcibly fed a mouthful of shit, feeling nauseous.

Zhou Andong didn't act like an outsider either. He picked up the teacup on the coffee table, picked up the tea on the desk, pinched a little, carefully placed it in the cup, and picked up the thermos to pour water.

The steaming hot water was poured into the cup, and the tender green tea leaves were flushed up by the water flow, rotating along the inner wall of the water cup, looking very beautiful.

"Chang Kezhang Chang, we are all colleagues; speaking of which, we are really not outsiders. You want to kill me, and I don't want to live either. This is a good thing that benefits both sides. Why did you retreat halfway? You don't look like a man at all."

"Slurp!" Zhou Andong held the teacup and took a sip: "Oh my, so hot!" Then he sat on the sofa and crossed his legs, "Old Chang."

This guy changed his address familiarly, "You were promoted by Zhang Deyou. You've been his lackey for so many years; don't you know what your master wants? You need to be anxious about what the master is anxious about, and need what the master needs. Hurry up and handle me. Otherwise, you aren't even a qualified lackey. Be careful that Zhang Deyou breaks your dog legs."

"Zhou Andong!" Chang Tai shouted angrily. Zhou Andong was startled, and the teacup in his hand flew out, like a precision-guided missile, hitting Chang Tai very accurately.

"Ow!"

Chang Tai screamed, covered in hot tea, and a few drops splashed onto his face and neck, instantly blistering. Fortunately, he was wearing thick clothes in winter, otherwise Chang Tai would have been scalded off a layer of skin.

"Oh my!" Zhou Andong jumped up, ran to Chang Tai, and patted the water stains on his body somewhat helplessly. With a bang, he made Chang Tai roll his eyes.

"Enough!" Chang Tai was shivering all over, not knowing if it was from the pain of the scalding or the anger, and pushed Zhou Andong away, "What do you want to do, huh?"

Zhou Andong looked aggrieved: "You wanted to handle me, and now I've taken the initiative to let you handle me, why are you still angry?"

After speaking, Zhou Andong smacked his lips. This sounded quite smooth, but why did it sound so awkward?

Chang Tai was about to cry, walked out of the office quickly, and slammed the door shut with a bang. But as soon as he turned his head, he saw Zhou Andong holding a stack of whistleblowing letters, following behind him.

"Why are you following me, damn it!" Chang Tai was really about to collapse, his roaring voice sounding like a wounded beast, as desperate as could be.

Then he saw the doors of the offices on both sides open, and heads poked out. Seeing it was Chang Tai and Zhou Andong, they retracted their heads and closed the doors.

Zhou Andong shrugged and raised the whistleblowing letters in his hand: "Whistleblowing letters, I'll take you to find the whistleblowers to verify, and then you can handle me."

Chang Tai took a deep breath and walked to the third floor, then entered Zhang Deyou's office. He thought Zhou Andong definitely wouldn't dare to follow. But before this thought disappeared from his brain, he realized his mistake. Zhou Andong was a piece of rogue meat; there was nothing he didn't dare to do.

"Hmm?" Zhang Deyou was stunned to see Chang Tai. When he saw Zhou Andong behind Chang Tai, his face turned black, "What are you doing in my office?"

Chang Tai said angrily: "Zhou Andong has been following me and harassing me."

Looking at Zhou Andong's cheap smile, Zhang Deyou's eyes twitched. He didn't want to get into trouble. Zhou Andong now was someone who, if you got involved with him, you'd be covered in shit, making you unable to eat or sleep, yet you couldn't kill him.

"He's harassing you, so why are you coming to my office?" Zhang Deyou scolded, "Get out."

Chang Tai shrank his neck and turned to leave without hesitation.

Zhou Andong grinned at Zhang Deyou and followed behind Chang Tai's butt.

In the next few days, Zhou Andong was like a shadow, following behind Chang Tai's butt. Wherever Chang Tai went, he went, even not letting him go to the bathroom.

Finally, on this day, Chang Tai completely collapsed and asked for sick leave. Then a message spread in the factory office: on the last day, someone saw Chang Kezhang Chang leaving in tears, and he cried very sadly. When he was going down the stairs, he almost fell and rolled down.

January 27th, the 23rd day of the lunar calendar, Little New Year. Zhou Andong got up in the morning and stood in the courtyard, stretching his waist while basking in the sun.

Ever since Chang Tai asked for sick leave, he had been idle. There wouldn't be anything to do before the New Year, and if he were to be busy, it would be after the New Year.

There was nothing big in the factory, and the shop had been cleared. Jian Qiu and An Jing, these two women, didn't know what they were busy with, not seen all day. He felt very bored, wondering if he should buy some gifts and go to Chang Kezhang Chang's house to see him.

Zhou Andong turned to go into the house, when he saw Zhao Gui-fen poking her head at the door. Seeing Zhou Andong look over, she raised her head, snorted, and turned to leave.

"Sigh!" Zhou Andong sighed, went into the coal shed, found a pitch-black sack, and threw it on the snow pile by the gate.

Zhao Gui-fen entered the house and saw her two sons still sleeping under a big quilt. Angry, she took a broom and lifted the quilt to hit them.

"I'll let you sleep, I'll let you sleep, you heartless things."

"Ow!"

"Ow!"

"Mom... Mom, what are you doing?"

"It's early in the morning, we didn't provoke you."

Zhou Anbin and Zhou Anlei were wearing underpants, jumping around on the kang after being hit.

Zhou Xiaode, who was burning the fire in the outer room, lifted the cotton curtain and looked, then quickly put the curtain down and continued to burn the fire without distraction.

Zhao Gui-fen was tired of hitting and threw the broom onto the kang: "Did you two write the whistleblowing letters?"

Zhou Anlei rubbed his red arm: "Wrote them. Didn't you watch me and my brother write them that day?"

"Exactly!" Zhou Anbin also rubbed the place where he was hit, "I personally put them into the liquor factory's mailbox."

Zhao Gui-fen said suspiciously: "That's not right. Since you put the whistleblowing letters into the mailbox, they should have been received. Why hasn't he been fired yet?"

Zhou Anlei said dissatisfiedly: "Who knows? Maybe the liquor factory doesn't want to pursue it at all, and our writing whistleblowing letters is useless."

"You know shit!" Zhao Gui-fen glared at Zhou Anlei, "No, we'll continue to report. You two hurry up and put on your clothes and write whistleblowing letters. Write more this time; I don't believe we can't cure him."

"Writing again!" Zhou Anbin said dissatisfiedly, "I'm not writing. Whoever wants to write, let them write."

Zhao Gui-fen picked up the broom again, "Are you writing or not?"

"Not writing!" Zhou Anbin stiffened his neck.

Zhao Gui-fen pointed at Zhou Anbin with the broom: "As long as Zhou Andong is fired, the object he brought back a few days ago will definitely be ruined. By then, if he doesn't want to be a bachelor, he'll have to go to the Liu family to be a live-in son-in-law, and we can get a benefit fee of one thousand yuan. Your bride price money will be almost enough. If you don't write, the bride price money won't be enough. What will you use to get married?"

"I'll write!" Hearing that there was money to be made, and it was to help him save for the bride price to get married, Zhou Anbin became energetic.