Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 55 Cheng Aimei

Two days later.

Calm and calm.

No one came to disturb Feng Xiuhu these two days, and he was happy with the peace and quiet. His greatest pleasure every day was to lean on the windowsill and look out at the white stone wall. Under the wall, densely packed figures were working hard and sweating profusely, creating a scene of bustling activity.

Of course, he did not give up practicing martial arts. Although he felt that he had been deceived by the loss, people always have a lucky mentality. Feng Xiuhu tried to meditate every day to find where the magic power that should have appeared was.

Although it was still fruitless, he could clearly feel that his physical body had become stronger - this at least proved that the method was effective, but something went wrong with the spell targeting the spirit, and the magic power was nowhere to be found.

He felt that his current state was like he had gotten into the door, but only halfway.

Stuck in the door frame and unable to get in or out.

Wang Liangyin should have delivered the letter. Although Manager Cheng did not come to see Feng Xiuhu, according to the news sent back by Er Mazi, there were indeed several groups of people wandering around the elevator in the past two days, either looking down or asking passers-by about the situation.

But Feng Xiuhu didn't care. He was not in a hurry anyway. It was others who were anxious.

That night fell.

Miao Gensheng, who was guarding the elevator, suddenly heard a noise. He opened his eyes, reached into the pipe, and took out a piece of paper.

After opening it, there was a note on the paper ball: Look above.

Miao Gensheng didn't understand what was going on, so he walked into the elevator and looked up.

He was stunned for a moment, then quickly went to the room and called Feng Xiuhu out.

Feng Xiuhu stood in the elevator and looked up.

A big fat ass filled the field of view.

A hemp rope hung down from the top, and a burly figure with broad shoulders and a thick waist was descending along the rope, not forgetting to scold the people above: "Slow down! Slow down! Do you want to kill me by falling?"

Seeing that the butt was about to hit his face, Feng Xiuhu silently pulled out a knife and stabbed the buttocks with the tip of the knife.

"Ah ho!"

The fat boy screamed, the rope slipped out of his hand, and he fell down on his butt.

The elevator jerked.

Fatty covered his butt and opened his eyes to see Feng Xiuhu and Miao Gensheng surrounding him and looking at him.

He didn't care about the bleeding buttocks, and quickly got up and bowed to the two of them with an apologetic smile: "My surname is Cheng, my full name is Cheng Aimei, and I am the manager of the steel plant. I wonder who is the deacon of the church, Mr. Feng Xiuhu?"

Feng Xiuhu was in no hurry to talk, he was just looking at Cheng Aimei.

The fat boy was wearing a Western-style dress, but it was not new. His bulging belly made the coat tight on his body. After climbing the rope, it had many wrinkles. It looked decent, but not decent enough.

Sweat slid down Cheng Aimei's cheeks. He was still breathing slightly, but he didn't care about himself. His eyes were alertly observing the expressions of Feng Xiuhu and Miao Gensheng.

This attitude is completely different from the arrogance that the people in the upper city have towards the rats in the lower city.

It was probably related to the fact that Feng Xiuhu was known to be a deacon of the church in advance.

"I am."

Feng Xiuhu put his hands on his hips and asked him, "Why did you come only today?"

Cheng Aimei breathed a sigh of relief and quickly wiped the sweat off her face: "This is my fault. I should have come earlier, but I was busy with factory affairs, so I was delayed."

These polite words came out effortlessly, but unfortunately Feng Xiuhu didn't buy it.

He sneered, "I'm afraid it's not me who can't afford the delay, but the factory."

Cheng Aimei smiled somewhat awkwardly.

This is indeed the case.

If he had no other choice, he wouldn't want to deal with the people of Dicheng.

But the factory really couldn't be delayed any longer. If the owl man didn't come, he would have forced the workers to work night shifts for the first two days, which resulted in complaints from the workers and almost caused trouble.

Some people even complained directly to Mao Hetao - there were also several workers in the factory who were members of the Wrench Gang under Mao Hetao. Mao Hetao did not dare to challenge the noble master, so he came to criticize him, saying that night work was okay, but the money had to be calculated separately, and that the members of the Wrench Gang had to pay rental fees to the Wrench Gang for working nights.

Where can he, a manager, go to seek justice?
He reported the matter to the noble master, who scolded him and blocked his way out. The noble master issued an ultimatum: if he didn't see the owl people coming to work tonight, he would lose his job as manager. Cheng Aimei was completely at her wit's end and had no choice but to "take the risk alone" and go to Dicheng for the meeting.

Cheng Aimei's dress was a little thin, and she was trembling slightly while speaking. Feng Xiuhu was kind enough to take her back into the house for questioning.

Shunzi saw Feng Xiuhu coming back with a stranger and stared at Cheng Aimei with wide eyes.

Seeing Shunzi's face full of fat, Cheng Aimei trembled even more violently.

"Yes, how about I come next time? My wife is waiting for me at home..."

Cheng Aimei stopped at the door and didn't dare to go in.

Feng Xiuhu didn't hear clearly. His attention was on Cheng Aimei's buttocks - the wound never healed, and the blood had stained half of her pants red.

He didn't want Cheng Aimei to sit in his room like this, so he took out the knife again.

Cheng Aimei's eyelids twitched as she watched. She fell to her knees with a plop, tearfully begging Feng Xiuhu, "Master Feng, can we talk things over peacefully? Can you please not resort to violence?"

He felt that he probably wouldn't be able to walk out of here intact today.

Feng Xiuhu felt that this man was somewhat seriously ill. He kicked Cheng Aimei over, sat on her back, and scraped the wound on her buttocks with the back of a knife.

By the time Feng Xiuhu stood up, Cheng Aimei was still crying and making a fuss.

Miao Gensheng was annoyed by what he heard. He walked over and slapped Cheng Aimei in the face: "Crying away! You're not even making a fuss when a pig is being slaughtered!"

Cheng Aimei finally fell silent. He touched his butt and was surprised to find that not only were there no new wounds, but the old wounds were also gone.

He stared blankly at the knife in Feng Xiuhu's hand: "Is this a magic weapon?"

People in the upper city are much more knowledgeable.

Feng Xiuhu asked impatiently, "What exactly do you want to say?"

Thinking of the important matter, Cheng Aimei finally calmed down a little.

He noticed Feng Xiuhu's expression and said, "Deacon Feng, what do you want in exchange for letting Owlman return to the factory?"

Feng Xiuhu said confidently, "The owl man is working for me now, why should I let him go?"

Cheng Aimei had seen many usually polite deacons, but this was the first time she had seen someone acting like a rogue.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly. "I heard that the Owls themselves also want to go back to work. This is a matter of mutual consent. Why did Deacon Feng interfere? He won't even gain a good reputation."

Feng Xiuhu lit a cigarette and blew the smoke in Cheng Aimei's face: "How much is reputation worth?"

Cheng Aimei still smiled and said, "As long as you are willing to give in, your reputation is worth this amount."

He held out a finger.

Feng Xiuhu raised his eyebrows. He didn't know the exact amount, but that didn't stop him from raising the price: "It's less."

Cheng Aimei said with a bitter face: "To be honest, I have to pay this money from my own pocket. I can't take out any more. Please consider it a favor - one golden pillar is already a lot."

Shunzi and Miao Gensheng looked at Feng Xiuhu at the same time.

That’s quite a lot indeed.

Feng Xiuhu shook off the ash from his cigarette and said embarrassedly, "How can I let you pay for this?"

Cheng Aimei was stunned: "What else?"

Feng Xiuhu said, "Whoever owns the factory should pay for it. Let me name a figure."

"A thousand golden pillars."

Pfft!
Shunzi sat down on the ground.

PS: Regardless of whether it is more or less, Mr. Feng really dares to ask for a huge amount.

　I'm not as greedy as Feng Xiuhu, I just want a monthly ticket.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)