Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

Xu Damao was still young and couldn't keep things to himself.

Sure enough, after making his fortune, he immediately came to show off to Sha Zhu.

He didn't want to hide it from Sha Zhu; he just wanted to show off in front of him.

Sha Zhu was furious at Xu Damao's smugness.

Li Jiuzhou found it quite amusing to watch the two bickering.

Sha Zhu was angry, but he still reminded Xu Damao:

"Hey Da Mao, this isn't just speculation, it's reselling workstations. Can you handle the consequences if you get caught?"

Xu Damao was so angry that his mouth twisted into a crook after hearing this:

"Pah, pah, pah, you jinx, you silly Zhu, how could I possibly get arrested? I only told the two of you about this."

"You two can't exactly report me, can you?"

Sha Zhu waved his hand dismissively:

"Tch, look at you smug. You only made a few hundred dollars. Do you think my senior brother and I care about that?"

"You'd better watch out. Yang Guangming is in the same department as you. If he messes with you, will you be able to sit still?"

Xu Damao's expression changed immediately upon hearing Yang Guangming's name, but he quickly smiled.

"He wouldn't. That bastard has probably made a lot of money during this time."

Sha Zhu became interested: "Da Mao, explain in detail..."

Xu Damao then revealed what he knew.

Li Jiuzhou and Sha Zhu were speechless upon hearing this, thinking to themselves that the Yang family uncle and nephew were truly ruthless.

One day, Yang Guangming went to the first fitter workshop and found an old fitter.

This old man used his connections to buy his nephew a workstation.

Yang Guangming came over to handle the matter and take over the transaction. Of course, they needed to find a secluded place to do so.

The transaction was completed shortly afterward, and both men left with smiles on their faces.

Yang Guangming was in a good mood and walked quickly, so the money he had just received slipped away...

Inside the first fitter's workshop, Jia Dongxu had just finished processing a part and was feeling a little tired from concentrating too much.

Seeing this, Yi Zhonghai reminded him, "Dongxu, go take a break, wash your face, and have a smoke to calm down."

Upon hearing this, Jia Dongxu smiled slightly: "Alright, Master, I happen to need to pee a little."

Yi Zhonghai nodded and then continued with his work.

Jia Dongxu greeted the team leader and left the workshop, walking to a place only he knew. Jia Dongxu often didn't go to the toilet to relieve himself, usually leaving it there because he thought the toilet was too far away.

Coincidentally, this was the very place where Yang Guangming and the old fitter made their transaction.

Yang Guangming was extremely anxious. He had just been about to give the money to his third uncle when he reached the office door and found his pockets were empty.

He could only anxiously search back, still knowing where he had just been.

Jia Dongxu unbuckled his belt to urinate, when suddenly his stomach rumbled and he let out a series of farts.

Jia Dongxu's face turned green, because he felt that something bad had suddenly appeared.

Since the food poisoning, Jia Dongxu has had some lingering effects, including poor digestion and diarrhea.

This situation isn't very pleasant, because what comes out when you fart isn't necessarily a fart; it could also be something like "Oli Gei" (a popular internet slang term for a cute, energetic person).

One night while I was sleeping, Oli Ge popped out and made a huge mess of Tong Jie and Bang Geng.

Jia Dongxu wanted to go to the toilet, but the movement coming from his rear made him think it was too late, so he took off his pants and squatted down.

Then came the deafening roar of artillery fire, and even though there was no one nearby, Jia Dongxu still blushed.

Then came an extraordinary feeling of comfort, and I couldn't help but groan.

But after feeling comfortable, Jia Dongxu had a headache. He hadn't brought any toilet paper, and this place wasn't a restroom.

Looking around, he noticed something in the corner. He crouched down and moved closer. When he saw what it was, Jia Dongxu's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Damn, it's money!"

Without thinking, I grabbed it. I didn't even need to count; six black ten bills, a full six hundred yuan!

"I've struck it rich! I've struck it rich! Hahahaha..." Jia Dongxu laughed happily.

However, he still had things to do and hadn't finished cleaning up his mess, so he looked around again to see if there were any discarded papers or anything like that.

Unfortunately, there are no such things nearby.

So Jia Dongxu looked down at the big black ten in his hand, gritted his teeth and prepared to use the money to wipe his butt, but then he thought about it and he couldn't bear to part with it. After all, it was money, and he couldn't just waste it like that.

So he held the money in his left hand and stretched his empty right hand behind him.

Jia Dongxu thought to himself, "I have no choice."

As he finished, he grabbed a handful of dust from the ground and wiped it behind him, while scribbling around on the ground with his right hand, trying to get rid of the odor on his hands.

Just as Jia Dongxu stood up and fastened his belt, Yang Guangming came over.

Upon seeing the large black ten in Jia Dongxu's hand, he was overjoyed; it was definitely his money. He quickly said:

"Thank you, sir. This is the money I just lost. I've been looking for it all this way. Thank you."

Before he finished speaking, he reached for the money in Jia Dongxu's hand.

How could Jia Dongxu let him have his way? He was looking at Yang Guangming with a face full of displeasure.

Having finally found the money, only to have it seen by someone else, naturally put me in a bad mood, and I started speaking rudely:

"I said, are you fucking crazy? This is my money, the money I brought with me today."

"Are you kidding me? How could I possibly hand over money I finally found? First of all, is it Yang Guangming's money? What if he's here to get a share of the spoils?" Jia Dongxu wasn't stupid either.

Yang Guangming panicked: "Comrade, this really is the money I lost, a full six hundred yuan."

Jia Dongxu waved his hand dismissively: "Who goes out with six hundred yuan for no reason?"

"Does this money have your name written on it?"

"If I had one, I'd give it to you. Go somewhere cool and stay there. Let me tell you, there's nothing here, so get lost."

Seeing this, Yang Guangming had no choice but to reveal his identity:

"My uncle is Deputy Factory Director Yang, comrade, I advise you not to refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!"

Upon hearing this, Jia Dongxu became even angrier. "You actually dared to threaten me? I don't care who your uncle is!"

"You son of a bitch, my dad's some kind of Heavenly King himself! Get lost, or I'll beat you to death!"

Yang Guangming was also young, and when Jia Dongxu pointed his finger at him and cursed him, he got angry and threw a punch: "I'll teach you to curse me."

Jia Dongxu easily dodged it, stuffed the money into his pocket, and swung his fist to punch.

You have to understand that Jia Dongxu is a fitter, and he's quite strong. If he can't beat Sha Zhu, he can't beat a pretty boy like Yang Guangming.

Yang Guangming was immediately pinned down and beaten, then pinned to the ground with Jia Dongxu covering his mouth. During the struggle, Jia Dongxu's index and middle fingers touched Yang Guangming's teeth.

The smell assaulted Yang Guangming's senses, making him feel nauseous. He looked up and saw a mushy pile of steaming hot "Oli Gei" in front of him.

Yang Guangming was instantly struck dumb. He knew perfectly well what was left on Jia Dongxu's fingers, and there was no toilet paper or anything like that nearby.

So it's not hard to guess, and Yang Guangming stopped struggling and shed helpless tears.

Jia Dongxu naturally noticed it and felt a little embarrassed after seeing his masterpiece.

After releasing Yang Guangming, he wiped his nose with his right hand, and a foul odor immediately assaulted his nostrils.

Jia Dongxu froze, his expression shifting, and muttered, "Damn..."