Chapter 22: Shazhu's Dian-Spoon

"You murderer who harmed my son, you actually only donated one cent to our family, and you're so rich, making nearly 50 a month."

"You have to donate at least ten yuan to our family, or we'll have our Lao Jia take you away!"

Jia Zhangshi rushed over in a flash, her face twisted as she cursed at Zhao Gangzi.

After all, the way Jia Dongxu was now was 99% Zhao Gangzi's fault, and to only donate a single coin now was truly going too far.

The neighbors who were donating also felt it was a bit excessive; Zhao Gangzi had become a veritable wealthy resident of the Siheyuan, so what was the harm in donating a little more since he was so rich?

"It's true, so rich yet so stingy, he deserves to be a bachelor for life," Shazhu had been exercising every day recently and now felt his whole body was full of strength.

The last time he was beaten up by Zhao Gangzi, it must have been because his skills were too refined, causing his body to be somewhat unstable, but now Shazhu had 100% confidence he could take down Zhao Gangzi.

Watching the clawing and snarling Jia Zhangshi and the cold sarcasm of the people around him, Zhao Gangzi's system once again received quite a bit of Hatred Value: 2000 Hatred Value from Jia Zhangshi, 1000 Hatred Value from Yi Zhonghai, and some other inexplicable Hatred Points from others.

"You all still complain that I donated too little? Let me tell you, just based on how the Jia Family treated me before, not kicking them while they were down is already giving them plenty of face."

"If you want more, you won't get a single cent!"

Seeing everyone so dissatisfied with him, Zhao Gangzi simply stopped donating even that one cent, walked quickly to the First Uncle, and took the cent back.

Didn't you complain it was too little? Now you won't even get this one cent!

Then he turned his head to look at the neighbors and kindly reminded them: "I advise everyone not to donate to their family, or you will regret it later..."

"What the hell do you mean? You don't donate, and you won't let others donate either, you really are a thing without upbringing!"

Jia Zhangshi got anxious the moment she heard this.

But Zhao Gangzi did not pay any attention to these people; the Jia Family had only just begun, and when they started bloodsucking later, these people would understand.

They were just a bunch of ungrateful wolves; he donated money to them, and they still complained it was too little—there was no need to help such people.

If it weren't for absorbing some Hatred Value from these people, he would have sent them all to prison long ago.

There were forty or fifty people living in the Siheyuan, and almost everyone had taken out some money to donate; the First Uncle did a rough calculation, it was about 20-something yuan, still a bit short of 30.

But only ten yuan was needed in the first place, so by comparison, they had still made a profit of over ten yuan.

Jia Dongxu was still waiting for the money over there; after all, if the money wasn't paid in full, they would cut off his medicine.

"This Zhao Gangzi is really not a human being; the arrogant will be reaped by heaven, he will meet his retribution sooner or later," Yi Zhonghai snorted coldly.

"Hmph, I don't think he can be arrogant for much longer," Shazhu was also extremely unhappy with Zhao Gangzi; the last time he fell into the latrine was also because of Zhao Gangzi, and he would never forget this for the rest of his life.

………

Compared to Shazhu, Xu Damao had much less malice toward Zhao Gangzi.

After all, Xu Damao didn't have a good reputation in the Siheyuan either; although he was a Film Projectionist, he often engaged in petty theft when showing movies in the countryside.

And at this time, he was not yet with Lou Xiaoe, living as a bachelor.

He usually ate at the factory, as the factory provided free meal tickets, and it would be a waste not to eat them.

"Damn it, this Shazhu, if the canteen chef hadn't gone home to take care of his wife during confinement, how would it be this little bastard's turn to serve food to us?" Xu Damao cursed as he walked toward the Canteen with his rice bowl.

Beside him, several workers who had suffered the same fate were complaining on his behalf.

The wife of the chef who previously served food to the workers at the Rolling Mill Canteen had given birth and taken a month's leave, and since He Yuzhu hadn't come to the last assessment, the factory decided to give him another chance and let him take on the job of serving food.

But this kid really took a chicken feather as a token of authority; for those he had good relations with or those who looked good, their bowls were filled to the brim with vegetables.

Especially Qin Huairu; no one knew what it was about her that had Shazhu so infatuated, but whatever was delicious, he would pile it into her bowl.

With a two-mao meal ticket, he could serve her five mao worth of food.

"Just endure it, isn't it just for this month?" Liu Huozi said, holding his rice bowl in one hand and picking his nose with the other.

"Screw your sister, Liu Huozi, at least there are some cabbage leaves in your bowl, my bowl is full of vegetable soup, eating nothing but yellow flour buns dipped in vegetable soup all day, who can I go to for justice?"

"Exactly, it's easy to talk when you're standing, I just said a couple of things about him behind his back last time, and now this kid gives me buns that have fallen on the ground, damn it!"

"Hmph, what's the rush? Shazhu will get into trouble sooner or later acting like this," Xu Damao's eyes were cold, and combined with his two little mustaches, he really had the look of a villain.

"Shazhu-mao, what do you mean by that?" someone asked, puzzled.

The reason Xu Damao said this was because he saw Zhao Gangzi go to the Canteen today; after all, Zhao Gangzi had only just started working at the factory these past two days, and today was his first time eating at the factory.

Given Zhao Gangzi's temper and Shazhu's nature, he would definitely "Dian-Spoon" (shake the spoon to reduce the portion) for Zhao Gangzi when serving food, and then there would be a good show to watch.

And Shazhu, who was serving food in the Canteen, was indeed thinking the same thing; having been a Chef for so many years, whether it was stir-frying or serving food, he had it firmly under control.

"Hmph, as long as Zhao Gangzi dares to come to the Canteen to eat, I will definitely make him pay," Shazhu wore a white mask over his mouth, his previously injured hand had mostly recovered, and he stirred the vegetable basin with his spoon.

The window he was at managed most of the vegetables in the Canteen; if anyone wanted to eat something good, they had to pass through his spoon. Ever since Shazhu became a Dian-Spoon Master, quite a few people had started to curry favor with him.

After all, if you had a good relationship with Shazhu, you could get more good food when he served it. In this era where most people couldn't even get enough to eat, one could imagine how coveted Shazhu's job was.

And because Shazhu "Dian-Spoon"ed for others so often, he could save quite a bit of food each time, and he had already started using a lunchbox to pack food for Qin Huairu.

Qin Huairu thought Shazhu was doing this to take care of Jia Dongxu, and every time she said many sweet things to Shazhu, making Shazhu feel like he was floating, thinking that Sister Qin had the same intentions in her heart.

"Master He, give me some tomato scrambled eggs, and that big cucumber, and two more buns!"

A sweet voice pulled Shazhu back to reality.

Shazhu looked up and saw Yu Haitang, who had recently started working in the Rolling Mill Canteen's Broadcasting Room; as soon as he saw it was a great beauty, his face blossomed into a smile.

"Ah, it's Sister Haitang!"

Shazhu happily took the rice bowl, served a large spoonful of tomato scrambled eggs and cucumber, and added an extra half-spoon of stir-fried meat, along with two white flour buns.

This made Yu Haitang feel quite embarrassed; after all, she only brought a two-mao meal ticket, and this half-spoon of stir-fried meat alone was worth two mao.

"Brother Zhuzi, I only brought twenty cents, this..." Yu Haitang said with an awkward smile.

"It's fine, it's fine, consider it my treat, put it on my tab!"