Chapter 114

Just arrived home.

Qin Huairu immediately brought a chair over for Wan Ping'an.

"Just cook whatever you like, make something you're good at!"

Wan Ping'an was not a picky eater.

His life had become much better.

The Deaf Old Lady and Yi Zhonghai were suffering.

The Deaf Old Lady was still in the detention center and hadn't been released yet.

The very first day she went in, she relied on her age to act entitled, offending everyone inside.

"Hurry up and sweep the floor, sweep it clean, why are you dawdling?"

Pockmark scolded the Deaf Old Lady.

"Okay!"

The Deaf Old Lady didn't dare to resist anymore.

Personal experience told her that making someone miserable didn't necessarily require hitting them.

She was punished.

Her face had been pressed into a toilet for an hour.

Her mouth had been stuffed with a stinky sock.

Her eyelids had been propped open with matchsticks, forbidden from sleeping.

Every single punishment made her feel like death would be better than living.

"Zhonghai, why haven't you come to save me yet?"

"Wan Ping'an, you little beast, you just wait, I won't spare you, I will definitely drive you out of the Sihe Academy!"

The Deaf Old Lady hated Wan Ping'an to the bone.

If it weren't for Wan Ping'an, would she be suffering here?

She couldn't have dreamed that Yi Zhonghai, in whom she placed such high hopes, was locked up in the same detention center as her, and that it was Zhou Lao who had ordered the investigation into Yi Zhonghai.

"Stand steady!"

"Old thing, I'm telling you, if you drop that shoe, you're going to go eat shit!"

Yi Zhonghai stood in the open space in front of the bed, a shoe balanced on his head, with a stinky sock hanging from the toe, dangling right in front of his nose.

The pungent smell made him retch repeatedly.

There were too few entertainment activities in the detention center.

Yi Zhonghai was ordered to perform, and since he couldn't, he was forced to perform balancing the shoe.

A filthy shoe balanced on his head, with a stinky sock hanging from it.

Yi Zhonghai was also suffering.

"Wan Ping'an, you wait until I get out, I will definitely kill you!"

Yi Zhonghai, like the Deaf Old Lady, hated Wan Ping'an to the bone.

The next morning.

Wan Ping'an was at the six-acre plot, assisting President Wang's people in sorting out the remaining golden rice, preparing it as seed for future promotion.

A military off-road vehicle sped over.

Wan Ping'an recognized the person who stepped out of the vehicle; it was the man who had been closely following Zhou Lao yesterday, whose identity was classified and whose name had not been revealed.

"Section Chief Wan, congratulations!"

The man handed a document to Wan Ping'an.

Wan Ping'an opened it to look.

Unit: Special Supply Section.

Position: Section Chief.

It had his name and a one-inch black-and-white photo.

"This..."

Wan Ping'an was a bit puzzled.

And a bit pleasantly surprised.

Was it this easy to become a section chief?

Special Supply Section!

It sounded like a very high-end department!

The person who delivered the document left.

Wan Ping'an held the document, still a bit dazed; from now on, he was a section-level cadre, a substantive full section chief.

"Ping'an, you've become an official?"

Qin Huairu's eyes were filled with little stars.

She felt herself getting wet!

"Yes, I didn't expect it either."

Wan Ping'an smiled and handed the document to Qin Huairu.

Qin Huairu held it with both hands, opening it cautiously as if looking at something fragile, afraid that if she were the slightest bit careless, it would break or be ruined!

Qin Huairu looked at the document, then at Wan Ping'an.

Her face turned red!

"It's a pity, I'm still a few months away from the marriageable age."

"Otherwise, I would definitely register for marriage with Ping'an; if I don't grab hold of such a good man, he might not belong to me in the future!"

Qin Huairu felt a bit annoyed.

Why wasn't she born a few months earlier?

"Do you want a stable job?"

Wan Ping'an asked suddenly.

Vigorously promoting the golden rice would certainly require her cooperation.

Some trivial matters, like buying locks, didn't require much technical skill and would only waste his time; he didn't want to do everything himself.

He needed someone who could help him with tasks.

Someone with a delicate mind.

Qin Huairu was quite suitable.

"Want, of course I want to."

"But I have a rural household registration, and I only finished middle school, not even completely."

Qin Huairu was certainly not illiterate.

"That's not important, what's important is that I want to give you a job."

Wan Ping'an smiled.

Just by virtue of being the creator of the golden rice, let alone arranging a job for one person, even arranging jobs for a hundred people would be no problem at all.

"That's great!"

"I have a job!"

Qin Huairu was so excited that she hugged Wan Ping'an, laughing and shouting.

Wan Ping'an almost turned into a wolf.

Qin Huairu, with her curvaceous figure, was like a ball of fire, almost setting him ablaze.

"You go cook first, I have something to do outside."

"If I haven't returned, you eat by yourself first; remember, if I haven't returned, you bolt the door tight, and you are not allowed to open the door for anyone."

Wan Ping'an emphasized.

"Where are you going?"

Qin Huairu was a bit puzzled.

"Don't ask!"

Wan Ping'an was going to the small tavern to notify Xu Huirong that the golden rice he had originally promised her for brewing wine was being requisitioned by the authorities to be used as seed.

The plan to brew wine with golden rice would have to be postponed!

Wan Ping'an left the house and first went to the restroom.

Only after coming out did he prepare to go to the small tavern.

"It feels a bit strange, I'm being watched!"

Wan Ping'an had mastered the God-level Hunting Technique and was a god-level hunter, with extremely keen senses.

Being watched by a person felt the same as being watched by a wild beast.

Very quickly.

He found the person tracking him; it was a seemingly ordinary middle-aged man.

His skin was slightly darker than an ordinary person's, and on the left side of his neck, below his chin, there was a very unique, peanut-sized black spot.

"Tracking me?"

"Then let me take you for a spin!"

Wan Ping'an smiled.

He first went to the supply and marketing cooperative.

Then he went to the square.

Both were crowded places.

Very quickly.

He shook off the black-spotted man who was tracking him.

He didn't go home, but instead turned around and started tracking the black-spotted man.

The black-spotted man looked quite frustrated after losing Wan Ping'an, searched around for a while without finding him, and turned to leave; Wan Ping'an followed him from a distance.

Tracking a person was similar to tracking a beast in the mountains and forests.

The black-spotted man was very cautious, circling around several times, but he didn't shake off Wan Ping'an, nor did he discover him.

When Wan Ping'an left the Sihe Academy, it was almost dark.

After circling around with the black-spotted man a few times, the sun had set!

The black-spotted man felt safe.

He arrived at a small courtyard near the suburbs.

At the gate, he checked left and right to see that no one was around, then knocked on the door with a rhythm; there was a rhythmic response from inside, he responded again, and only then did the person inside open the door.

"So cautious, they must be enemy spies!"

Wan Ping'an guessed.

Just after entering the new society, there were still many remnants of the old society.

The black-spotted man entered the courtyard, and Wan Ping'an quickly approached the courtyard, climbed onto the wall silently, and peeked into the courtyard from a hidden corner.

There were three people in the courtyard.

There was the black-spotted man and two other men; one was about the same age as the black-spotted man, and the other was the oldest, with white hair at his temples.

"Old Black, why are you back?"

The man with white hair at his temples asked the black-spotted man.

"Just because his skin is black and he has a black spot on his neck, they call him Old Black?"

Wan Ping'an was puzzled.

"Black Wolf, I lost the person."

The black-spotted man, also known as Old Black, replied to the man's question with a respectful demeanor.

Obviously.

The man with white hair at his temples, Black Wolf, was the leader of the three.

"Lost him?"

"Were you discovered?"

"Three-Dog, go see if there's a tail following Old Black."

Black Wolf's expression changed.

The other man nodded, ran to the door, and quietly opened it without making any sound.

Seeing no one outside, he went out and circled the house once.

Wan Ping'an had been prepared, so naturally, he wouldn't be discovered.

"Black Wolf, there's no tail."

Three-Dog replied.

Wan Ping'an was certain that these three were definitely enemy spies.

"Black Wolf, I don't think you need to worry."

"I checked Wan Ping'an's three generations of ancestors long ago; they are all ordinary farmers with no counter-reconnaissance ability; losing him was just an accident."

"However, he is truly amazing at farming."

"For someone like him, either take him away and make him one of us, or kill him."

Old Black suggested.

"It's because I've been too eye-catching lately."

"The golden rice yield of 1,800 catties per mu has long been targeted by many major forces."

"It's normal for enemy spies to want to move against me."

"I can't just sit here and wait for death!"

Wan Ping'an decided to strike first.

"I can't go down and fight!"

"They might have guns on them; once they discover me, they will definitely open fire."

"I can only attack from a distance!"

Three small stones appeared in Wan Ping'an's hand.

He decided to treat the three enemy spies like three wild ducks, using a long-range attack to knock them unconscious to prevent them from using firearms.

Slap!

To catch the bandits, first catch the leader!

The first to fall was Black Wolf.

"What's going on?"

Old Black and Three-Dog were shocked.

Slap!

Three-Dog fell.

Old Black reached out to pull out a gun.

Just as he pulled the gun out, a stone hit him on the head.

Old Black also fell.

"That was close!"

"If I had acted on impulse and rushed down, all three of them had guns, and I would have been in danger."

Looking at the gun in Old Black's hand, Wan Ping'an broke out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, he hadn't been impulsive.

He landed lightly in the courtyard without making any sound.

He untied their belts and bound their hands.

Slap, slap, slap!

Three big slaps woke all three of them up.

Old Black was shocked to see Wan Ping'an.

He had investigated Wan Ping'an; his ancestors were all ordinary people, so how could he know counter-tracking?

"Listen up, the three of you; I will ask questions one by one, and you are not allowed to speak unless I ask."

"Whoever dares to speak casually, I will cut out their tongue."

Wan Ping'an held a dagger he had searched from Black Wolf; the blade was a ghostly blue, clearly coated with some kind of deadly poison.

If he used it to cut a tongue, it wouldn't just be cutting a tongue; it would be poisoning them to death!

Besides.

There was a pile of things on the table.