Chapter 104

"Stinking Shazhu, dead Shazhu, you bastard..." Xu Damao said while cursing and waving his broom around to clean the toilet.

"Xu Damao, what do you want to do? Do you only feel satisfied if you get everyone covered in shit and urine? Can you still work or not? If you can't, get out! If you don't do it, there are plenty of people who will!" the group leader roared viciously.

"I can do it, I can do it," Xu Damao nodded and bowed repeatedly to curry favor.

Things are not like before. In the past, Xu Damao wouldn't even look at the group leader. A clerk was at least a leadership position, and they had to call him "Clerk" when they saw him. But now, a tiger fallen in the plains is bullied by dogs, and Xu Damao could only endure it.

Xu Damao believed that it wouldn't be long before he was transferred back to the Propaganda Department because, looking at the entire Rolling Mill, he was the only projectionist. When there was a projection task, if they didn't look for him, who would they look for? As long as he played a few tricks and made small demands at the critical moment, he could go back.

However, for now, he should just do what he has to do.

"Since you can do it, then do it well. Both of these toilets are yours to clean," the group leader said before walking away, leaving Xu Damao alone to clean the toilets.

"Damn it!" As soon as the group leader left, Xu Damao couldn't help but curse, but no matter how much he cursed, he had to continue cleaning the toilets. Someone would come to inspect them after work in the evening, and if they weren't clean, he would have to work overtime to clean them.

Xu Damao didn't want to work overtime, so he had to endure the stench while constantly cursing He Yuzhu in his heart as he cleaned the toilets.

At this moment, Xu Damao didn't notice a small pit that had suddenly appeared under his feet. Xu Damao stepped into it, and his body subconsciously pitched forward.

"Oh no!" Xu Damao's face changed drastically because the area he was falling toward was the pit, and there were piles of steaming shit on the pit.

If he fell straight forward, Xu Damao knew he would definitely land face-first in the shit.

Facing such a crisis, in this lightning-fast moment, Xu Damao's mind was uncharacteristically clear. Xu Damao first threw away the tool in his hand, then crossed his arms to block his head, and at the same time, used all his strength to twist his waist, closed his eyes, and fell to the side of the pit.

Faintly, Xu Damao heard a "Crack—" sound.

The good news was that Xu Damao's head didn't fall into the pit but fell between the pits, and because his arms were protecting his head, Xu Damao didn't bump his head; he only injured his arm.

The bad news was that Xu Damao felt his entire side, from his arm to his elbow and then to his hip, was cold and numb; he couldn't feel it anymore.

Xu Damao waited a while before opening his eyes and was very happy to find that he hadn't fallen into the pit. Although the space between the pits was covered in footprints from people who had used it, at least there was no shit.

Subsequently, Xu Damao couldn't be happy anymore because his nose was less than three centimeters away from the pile in front of him. It could be said that this pile of shit was right in front of his face.

It wouldn't have mattered if he hadn't looked, but one look gave him a fright. The pungent odor rushed straight into Xu Damao's nasal cavity. Xu Damao's face changed drastically, but he could only endure the stench, not daring to move at all.

Xu Damao could only try his best to keep his posture still and didn't dare to turn over. If he turned forward,

if he turned backward, his shoulders and arms would have negative-distance contact with the shit in the other pit.

The best way was for someone to come and pull him up.

Realizing this, Xu Damao couldn't help but open his mouth to call for help. Just as Xu Damao was about to speak, a mocking voice came.

"Oh, oh, oh, isn't this our Rolling Mill's famous projectionist Xu Damao? Your pose is very unique. What is this posture? The Sleeping Arhat?" He Yuzhu said with schadenfreude.

Needless to say, Xu Damao's bad luck was due to He Yuzhu's underhanded tricks.

"Shazhu, why are you here? Was it you who played tricks just now?" Xu Damao instinctively tried to shift the blame onto He Yuzhu.

"Congratulations, you guessed right," He Yuzhu thought to himself, but on the surface, he naturally wouldn't admit it.

"Damao, are you sick? You only know how to bite people randomly like a mad dog. I was still outside when you fell; how could I have pushed you?"

"Fine, you say I pushed you, I'll admit it. That was me who pushed you. Since I've admitted it, you should know what I'm going to do next, heh heh heh heh heh heh..." He Yuzhu said with an insidious smile on his face.

Then, under Xu Damao's terrified eyes and twisted face, He Yuzhu slowly raised his foot, and his big foot slowly stepped toward Xu Damao's face.

He Yuzhu did this on purpose to break his spirit. The result was terrifying: if He Yuzhu's foot landed, Xu Damao's face would inevitably be stepped on and then kicked into the pit. However, the process of waiting for the result was even more terrifying than the result itself.

The result was just Xu Damao hurting his face and body;

the process of waiting for the result made Xu Damao feel terrified. Even if this terror couldn't compare to the great terror between life and death, it was quite close.

Looking at the big foot getting closer and closer, Xu Damao couldn't help but feel great terror in his heart. The closer the big foot got, the greater the terror in Xu Damao's heart.

Just as He Yuzhu's big foot was about to kick Xu Damao's face, Xu Damao roared hysterically: "Don't!"

Because Xu Damao was too nervous, his pitch went up an octave, and his voice cracked; it was a very donkey-like cry.

"Dad? Calling me Grandpa is already too late! Damao, are you still going to frame me?" He Yuzhu's foot stopped, and then he asked smugly.

"No, no, I fell down myself, you didn't push me," Xu Damao said hurriedly.

"Will you sabotage my blind date in the future?" He Yuzhu maintained his posture and continued to ask.

"No, no, absolutely not," Xu Damao said quickly, but in his heart, he thought: "Yeah right! It would be strange if I didn't sabotage your blind date. With me here, don't even think about succeeding in your blind date!"

"Apologize to me," He Yuzhu said calmly.

"Shazhu, I was wrong, I apologize to you," Xu Damao said without thinking, upholding the idea that a wise man doesn't fight when the odds are against him. Hesitating for even a second would be a disrespect to his own intelligence.

Xu Damao only thought about getting out of the current crisis first.

A gentleman takes revenge even after ten years; Xu Damao didn't consider himself a gentleman, so his revenge would naturally be from morning till night.

"As long as Shazhu pulls me up, I'll give him a hard one," Xu Damao thought viciously.

"Huh? Damao, what did you call me?" He Yuzhu's voice suddenly went up an octave.

"Silly Zhu, no, Brother Zhu, I apologize to you, hurry up and pull me up," Xu Damao said excitedly.

Nothing else, Xu Damao's body was gradually regaining sensation, and Xu Damao felt that his strength was returning.

"Call me Grandpa!" He Yuzhu said coldly.

Xu Damao's face changed drastically. He really wanted to roar with great spirit, "Get lost, you calling me Grandpa is about right," but alas, when one is under the eaves, one must bow one's head.

Xu Damao did a long period of psychological preparation before shouting in a voice that even a mosquito couldn't hear: "Grandpa."

"I can't hear you, louder! Damao, if you don't call me that again, you're going to get kicked down. Not only will I kick you into the pit, but I'll also have the fellow workers come to watch, especially your colleagues from the Propaganda Department. I'll definitely call them all over to watch you make a fool of yourself together. How about that? Heh heh heh heh heh heh..." He Yuzhu laughed strangely.

Xu Damao was furious in his heart and wanted to curse He Yuzhu, but Xu Damao didn't dare.

Xu Damao believed that as long as he dared to curse, this bastard Shazhu would definitely kick him down. By then, his face would definitely be covered in shit, and if Shazhu really called people over, his already stinking reputation would become even worse.

No! Can't be like this!

After completing a series of psychological preparations, Xu Damao simply gave up and shouted loudly: "Grandpa! Grandpa! Save me!"

(End of chapter)