Food Intelligence King

Chapter 86 Tell me what's written in this diary.

I've had some good impressions of Aunt Zheng these past few days.

She worked efficiently, and when making steamed buns, she seemed to be competing with Chen Zhou, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

For Chen Zhou to make one steamed bun, she has to prepare several bun wrappers.

If Chen Zhou increases his speed even slightly, Aunt Zheng's rolling pin will roll out very quickly.

She's quite an interesting old lady.

Business was alright today; the peak season hadn't arrived yet. After finishing wrapping all the prepared minced meat, the two were essentially even.

Only the junior sister would occasionally feel a chill when she passed by the kitchen.

"This is what it means for masters to clash."

She unconsciously moved a little further away from where the two of them were making dumplings.

During a break, Chen Zhou asked Aunt Zheng if she could handle the current workload.

Although the other person looks quite robust, he is, after all, over fifty years old.

"These next couple of days might be a bit busier, so let's not overwork ourselves."

Aunt Zheng dusted off the flour that had stuck to her apron.

He smiled and said:

"Hehe, this is nothing."

They then cleaned up the bowls of dough and fillings, taking on the task of cleaning up the kitchen.

Around 1 p.m., the steamed buns were almost sold out. Chen Zhou hung up the "Take a Break" sign and began preparing his lunch for the day.

Seeing that the time was right, Aunt Zheng asked, "Boss, can I take it home to eat?"

Chen Zhou looked at the remaining steamed buns in the shop. He hadn't seen Aunt Zheng's grandson come over today; he guessed that he and Zihan's mother were still waiting at home.

"I'll pack you a few more to take home and eat."

These employee benefits are not a problem for a steamed bun shop.

After having dinner with his junior sister at the shop, Chen Zhou planned to go to the old shipyard first.

Anyway, he's the only one at home, so he's just killing time.

However, regarding transportation, since his wife used the car to commute to and from get off work, the electric scooter was lent to Zhao Yilin.

We'll have to take the subway for now.

The weather was hot and humid today. After exiting the subway station, Chen Zhou seemed to see that the railings on the road were slightly deformed from the sun.

The sweltering heatwave takes on a tangible form at this moment.

Arriving near the old shipyard,
Looking at the factory buildings in the distance, Chen Zhou couldn't help but sigh, "They really demolished it cleanly."

A few years ago, when I passed by, I could still see a few rusty gantry cranes. Now they are bare, with only cracked cement roads and dilapidated factory buildings and warehouses left.

He was walking under the shade of a tree.

The cool air in the subway slowly dissipated.

At that moment, a small, unassuming security booth came into view.

Several newspapers were pasted on the window.

This thing alone has been gone from Chen Zhou's world for a long time.

The security booth looked even less like a place where anyone lived.

Chen Zhou then swaggered in through the gap next to the railing.

But he had only stepped one foot in.

A loud "oi" rang out from the security room.

"What are you doing?" the other person shouted.

It really startled Chen Zhou. He withdrew his left foot and greeted the other person:
“I have a relative who used to work here and wants to get some things back from here.”

The security guard looked to be in his forties or fifties. Chen Zhou wasn't sure if he had heard him clearly.

But making things up has indeed worked before.

Chen Zhou has developed a bit of a path dependency.

However, this time, the other party was clearly on duty.

The security guard opened the screen window and said, "Register before entering the factory."

In the Sunshine City residential area, this would be a matter of two steamed buns. Unfortunately, Chen Zhou didn't bring any steamed buns with him.

He stepped forward, took the curled paper and the pen that was out of ink, and wrote down his name and phone number.

Then he tried to repeat what he had just said about getting the items back for his relatives.

But Chen Zhou had only opened his mouth to say two words when the security guard interrupted him:
"Register before entering the factory, then call the factory manager."

"Registration is complete."

Chen Zhou handed him the blue folder and showed him the information he had written.

The security guard glanced at them and said expressionlessly, "Then call the factory manager."

Chen Zhou suspected that this man's onboarding training consisted of only these two sentences.

"My relative's things are kept in the office of Warehouse No. 3. They're nothing valuable. Why would I need to bother the factory manager?"

The security guard shook his head.

He didn't think it was anything strange that Chen Zhou's relatives had worked at the factory, because the old shipyard had several thousand employees back then.

But the security guard was extremely suspicious that there were still things in the factory.

He said to Chen Zhou:

"That's impossible. There's nothing left in the factory. Just that broken boat. Is your relative the factory manager? You should call him first."

The security guard was a bit stubborn.

Chen Zhou pondered a solution.

I told him the exact location of the diary from the intelligence report.

Chen Zhou said confidently, "I'm not lying to you. If you don't believe me, go and check, it's definitely there."

"I really don't believe it!"

The stubborn security guard stepped out of the small booth and started talking to Chen Zhou face to face:
"I'm going inside to look for it right now, you wait here. You bastard, you're talking nonsense!"

He's a man of strong emotions, to some extent.

Chen Zhou asked worriedly, "What if more people come? Let's exchange contact information."

The security guard didn't move, but said to Chen Zhou, "Someone's here. Register before entering the factory."

Chen Zhou waved to him, already knowing what the other person was going to say next.

"Then you call the factory manager, right?"

"Correct."

The older brother has a pretty loud voice.

He strode towards Warehouse No. 3.

Chen Zhou kept his promise and waited in the security booth.

The security booths are much newer than those in the old shipyard, and they even have air conditioning installed.

He casually flipped through the admission register, and it was basically filled with information about who had been there; it didn't even fill a single page for a year.

Chen Zhou even saw the name left by his colleague Song Liwei from the design institute two years ago.

That damn design institute is still haunting us.

It took about twenty minutes.

Chen Zhou was enjoying the air conditioning, and the temperature had already cooled down.

The security guard finally strode back to the guard booth with the diary in his hand.

He was covered in sweat, and his chest was soaked through.

Chen Zhou asked, "Do you have any?"

The security guard first went to the air conditioner vent and exclaimed:
"Wow, this thing is hot. I actually found it. Look, is this it? I found it in a drawer of a table that only has two legs."

The other party handed me a notebook whose cover was already rotten.

Chen Zhou extended his hand.

But the security guard didn't let go.

The notebook was really badly damaged, so Chen Zhou didn't dare to use force. He looked at the other person with a puzzled expression and said, "Give it to me, brother."

The security guard shook his head: "How can you prove this is yours?"

Chen Zhou said speechlessly:
"Then should I call your factory manager and ask him to vouch for me?"

Making phone calls is only required after you start working in the factory; this job is clearly beyond my scope.

The security guard hesitated.

Suddenly, a good idea came to him, and he said to Chen Zhou with delight:

"If you can tell me what's written in this, I'll give it to you."

(End of this chapter)