Chapter 17: Knocking Over the 'Thief Saint' Bangeng, Badass Shazhu Instantly Splits On The Spot

Hongxing Rolling Steel Factory back kitchen.

Shazhu was stir-frying.

Apprentice Ma Hua walked up to his side and asked:

"Master, what day is this today?"

Shazhu: "What what day?"

Ma Hua: "Factory Director Yang is hosting a reception, Deputy Factory Director Li is also hosting a reception."

"I'm so busy I can't even drink water."

Shazhu: "Stop talking nonsense."

"The time you spend talking to me is enough for you to take a few sips of water."

"This is the leaders' business; we shouldn't guess randomly."

"Just do your own job well."

Ma Hua let out an "ai" and walked away.

The back kitchen squad leader, Master Yang, who was sitting aside leisurely drinking tea, walked over while speaking:

"Shazhu, focus on your stir-frying, be careful not to put in the wrong seasoning."

"I'm telling you, Factory Director Yang is hosting important guests today."

"No, why aren't you wearing a mask again?"

At this time, Shazhu was merely a grade-ten kitchen worker.

He was receiving the trainee wage, 27.50 yuan.

Only next year will he be officially graded, receiving the ninth-level wage.

Now, as the squad leader, Master Yang is his direct superior.

Although he felt displeased inside, he also put on a full-face smile and said:

"It's fine, it's fine, no outsiders have come in."

"You know, wearing a mask while stir-frying is really stuffy, making breathing difficult."

Master Yang, without mercy, said: "That won't do."

"If you find it stuffy, don't be a chef."

"If you don't wear a mask, saliva will fly into the dishes—how disgusting."

"Wearing a mask is being responsible to the factory leaders and all workers; do you understand?"

Shazhu still kept a full-face smile: "Yes, yes, yes, I will definitely pay attention from now on."

Master Yang: "The factory's rules cannot be neglected by you."

"Today's fine is five yuan."

"Also, this must not happen again."

"Otherwise, you'll lose this month's wage."

Shazhu's face changed: "Master Yang, please don't."

"I'll put it on right now."

He was joking.

The wage of 27.50, and just like that a fine of 5 yuan was imposed.

This is too harsh.

Master Yang: "Too late."

"Put it on right away."

"I have something to attend to, I'll go out for a bit."

After saying that, Master Yang walked out.

The more Shazhu thought about it, the angrier he got; seeing Master Yang about to walk out the door, he picked up the spatula, and with a "whoosh" was about to rush forward.

He was determined to make Master Yang retract his order; otherwise, he'd go all out and beat him first, then talk.

Ma Hua also understood him, having already sneaked up behind him.

Seeing this, he also hurriedly rushed forward and hugged him, whispering advice:

"Master, master, stay calm, stay calm."

"He, we can't afford to provoke him."

At this moment.

Master Yang had already disappeared without a trace.

Shazhu also involuntarily let out a sigh of relief.

If it weren't for Ma Hua stopping him, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He really wanted to beat Master Yang.

After calming down, he shook off Ma Hua, glanced at him, and silently walked to the stove.

Ma Hua walked over holding a mask, and said cautiously:

"Master, maybe you should still wear it."

Shazhu turned his head, glared at Ma Hua, and angrily said:

"This is the last dish left, and you still want me to wear a damn mask!"

"Ma Hua, this bastard is using a chicken feather as a command arrow; just wait, someday I'll make him regret it."

Ma Hua: "Master, forget it, we were in the wrong first."

Shazhu roared: "I don't have any fucking fault."

"This bastard deserves a beating!"

Ma Hua let out a light sigh, thinking: "Master, Liu Lan said you're really badass, not wronging you, but if you're going to make a move, you also have to consider who you're up against and the situation."

"Beating up your direct superior during work hours—you don't want to keep your job, do you?"

At this moment.

Bang Geng tiptoed in, holding a small bottle.

Shazhu also saw it.

His mood instantly improved.

He really cherishes this kid.

He's sturdy and cute, very adorable.

When Bang Geng walked up to the table, picked up the cooking oil and was about to pour it into the small bottle, the worker standing aside hastily said:

"Kid, what are you doing?"

Shazhu glared at the worker and said angrily:

"Kid, who are you talking about?"

"What's wrong with giving this cute kid a bit of oil?"

He had just been fined five bucks and was feeling depressed.

After his mood had finally improved a bit, the worker again stepped into the line of fire.

Shazhu has a short temper; around here he's known as the War God, so the worker didn't dare speak again.

Bang Geng turned back and gave him a smile.

Shazhu's mood improved even more.

Bang Geng is even cuter when he smiles.

"Hey hey hey, what are you doing, kid?" Liu Lan walked in, saw Bang Geng pouring oil, and hurriedly asked.

"Don't worry about it." Shazhu glanced at Liu Lan, annoyed.

Originally Bang Geng was nervous, especially after the worker and Liu Lan spoke up one after another.

But seeing Shazhu defend him, he also relaxed.

After filling the small bottle with cooking oil, he made a face at Shazhu and then ran toward the door.

Shazhu instantly burst into a grin he couldn't contain.

Suddenly.

A "bang" sound came, followed immediately by wails.

Shazhu looked closely and saw Bang Geng stumble back several steps, hit the vegetable basket, and fall over.

The stolen small bottle of cooking oil also fell to the ground.

The bottle didn't break, but the cooking oil spilled all over the floor.

Bang Geng looked and burst into tears with a "wah".

This was the thing he was going to present to his grandmother Jia Zhangshi to claim credit and earn praise.

Shazhu's smile froze instantly, then he lifted his head and looked ahead.

All that could be seen was a young man standing at the doorway.

It was Lin Shengli.

If it wasn't him who knocked Bang Geng over, who else could it be?

Shazhu instantly flew into a rage.

Liu Lan also saw Lin Shengli.

Her gaze instantly locked on him.

She had never seen such a handsome man before.

He had a tall, slender build and an elegant bearing.

He had a high, straight nose, a pair of dark, deep eyes that shimmered with charm, complemented by a sculpted handsome face.

Tsk tsk, he's really handsome!

At the same time.

Lin Shengli's ear suddenly heard the system's voice:

【Ding, the host seriously knocked over the "Thief Saint" Bang Geng, the impact was noticeable, martial arts +6.】

【Ding! Congratulations, host, for knocking over Bang Geng, making him suffer, successfully completing the hidden task, gaining a lottery chance.】

【Whether to draw?】

"Draw."

【Lottery mode activated.】

【Drawing......】

【Congratulations, host, you've won a one-cubic-meter personal space, with time flow speed zero.】

【The host can put food into the space; it stays exactly as it was when put in, forever fresh and never spoiling.】

Not bad.

This is practically better than a refrigerator.

Eating too much frozen food isn't good.