Chapter 225

Just returned 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.

Deaf Old Lady and Yi Zhonghai were suffering.

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

The very first day she went in, she tried to pull rank based on her age, offending everyone inside.

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

Pockmarked Woman scolded Deaf Old Lady.

"Alright!"

Deaf Old Lady dared not resist anymore.

Personal experience told her that to make someone miserable, you didn't necessarily have to hit them.

She was punished.

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

Her mouth had been stuffed with stinky socks.

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

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

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

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

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 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 eat sh*t!"

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 recreational activities in the detention center.

Yi Zhonghai was punished by being made to perform; since he couldn't, he was forced to perform balancing a shoe.

With a filthy shoe on his head and a stinky sock hanging from it.

Yi Zhonghai was also suffering.

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

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

The next morning.

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

A military off-road vehicle sped toward them.

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 take a look.

Unit: Special Supply Office.

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 really this easy to become a Section Chief?

Special Supply Office!

It seemed like a very high-end department! ===== CHAPTER 227 =====