Courtyard House: I fish in the heavens, a professional bird abuser.

The cold, sticky, foul-smelling filth instantly engulfed him! Only his head, covered in yellowish-white matter, and two arms flailing wildly in terror and despair were visible!

"Help...help me!! Ugh—!"

Sha Zhu's cry for help was cut short as he choked on the filth being poured into his mouth and nose, eliciting a heart-wrenching retching sound.

The indescribable stench that shot straight to the top of his head, and the slippery, icy touch, terrified him! He felt as if he had fallen into the deepest swamp of excrement and filth at the bottom of the eighteenth level of hell!

Holy crap!!!

"Oh my god! Someone fell into the latrine!!"

"Help! Someone help me!!"

The workers in the next stalls, who had just pulled up their trousers, were terrified by the sudden scene. They scrambled out of their cubicles, screaming in panic.

The toilet instantly descended into chaos!

The news spread like wildfire throughout the nearby workshops.

"Did you hear? The cafeteria idiot Zhu fell into the latrine!"

"What? You fell into a cesspool? Really?"

"It's absolutely true! Old Li from Workshop Three saw it with his own eyes! He was completely submerged! It was a terrible sight!"

"My God! This is too... Ugh... I can't take it, just thinking about it makes me sick..."

"Hahaha! Stupid Zhu finally got what he deserved! Serves him right for always being so foul-mouthed and rude!"

He Yuanchao was chatting with some coworkers by the fitter's bench when he heard the explosive news. A perfectly measured look of surprise appeared on his face, followed by a sigh: "That's so careless... That public toilet area has been in disrepair for years, we should be more careful."

He secretly praised it: This bad luck charm is incredibly effective!

Logically consistent—stepping on loose bricks, slipping, falling into a pit, perfect!

Moreover, the intensity and disgusting nature of this "bad luck"... absolutely matches Sha Zhu's stinky mouth and pig brain!

Soon, several brave workers, armed with long bamboo poles and ropes, endured the nauseating stench and exerted tremendous effort to finally "pull" Shazhu, who looked as if he had been pickled in dung, out of the pit.

At this moment, Sha Zhu was covered in an indescribable sticky substance, his hair was stuck to his scalp and face in clumps, and yellow liquid was dripping down. He was emitting a terrifying stench that could kill flies within a ten-meter radius!

He was dragged to the open space outside the toilet, where he lay paralyzed like a dying, stinking fish, only able to instinctively vomit and convulse violently, his face covered in tears and snot, a gruesome sight.

"Ugh...cough cough...ugh..." Sha Zhu felt like his stomach was about to come out, but the stench that penetrated to the bone was like a maggot clinging to his bones, impossible to get rid of.

He felt that he was rotten inside and out, and that his soul had been pickled!

The cafeteria manager, who rushed over upon hearing the commotion, stopped a few meters away, covering his nose. His face was ashen as he stared at the "biological weapon" sprawled on the ground, trembling with rage: "He Yuzhu! What...what are you doing?! How...how are you going to work today?! Get out of here! Go home and wash yourself clean! The cafeteria has to close for ventilation today because of you! Forget about your bonus this month! Your salary will be docked! This is...this is outrageous! You shameful wretch!"

Sha Zhu tried to explain, saying that the brick had suddenly collapsed, or that the ground was too slippery... but as soon as he opened his mouth, a foul stench wafted out, causing the cafeteria director to take two steps back.

Overwhelmed by immense humiliation, disgust, and fear, he could only utter hoarse, bellowing sounds as tears mingled with filth and flowed silently.

Several coworkers who usually got along fairly well with Sha Zhu gritted their teeth, used two long wooden sticks to hold his arms, like carrying a sick pig waiting to be slaughtered, and dragged him away from the scene, intending to give him some water to wash him off before sending him home.

Wherever he went, the crowds scattered as if fleeing a plague, everyone covering their noses, pointing and whispering, their eyes filled with undisguised disgust, ridicule and schadenfreude.

Qin Huairu was engrossed in her work in the workshop, exhausted both physically and mentally from the blows she had suffered the previous night and this morning.

Hearing the commotion outside and the talk of "Silly Zhu falling into the cesspool," she initially thought it was a joke, until she saw several people carrying a yellowish-white figure that reeked of a terrible stench as they walked away into the distance...

Qin Huairu's face turned deathly pale instantly!

My stomach churned violently!

She quickly covered her mouth, barely managing to hold it in and not vomit on the spot!

Looking at Sha Zhu's appearance, which was a thousand times more miserable than a beggar, she felt no sympathy whatsoever, only a deeper disgust and a kind of... relief that she herself was unwilling to admit—relief that she hadn't taken his lunchbox that morning!

Otherwise... she simply couldn't bear to think about it!

"Idiot! Useless! You're all talk and no action!"

Qin Huairu cursed inwardly, turned her head away, and refused to look at that disgusting figure again.

The already precarious image of Sha Zhu in her mind completely collapsed at this moment, turning into a disgusting mess.

But He Yuanchao's tall, upright, clean and refreshing figure involuntarily appeared in her mind... The contrast was like heaven and earth!

A trace of indescribable regret and a deeper resentment quietly grew in her heart.

……

Sha Zhu's "Adventure in the Cigarette Pit" was like a farcical spectacle that added a lot of "flavor" and talking points to the dull factory mornings.

He Yuanchao worked happily, enjoying his coworkers' "vivid descriptions" and exclamations about Sha Zhu's ordeal.

Around noon, the loudspeakers in the workshop suddenly blared, not playing music, but an announcement from the factory office:

"Attention all workshops! Attention all workshops! The factory's publicity department urgently needs a colleague with neat and fluent handwriting to assist in the urgent task of updating the factory's bulletin boards! The task is urgent, requiring clear, upright, and aesthetically pleasing handwriting! Anyone with relevant skills or who is confident in their ability to perform this task should immediately report to the deputy factory director's office in the factory office building! Upon successful completion of the task, the factory will commend and reward you accordingly! This is being repeated..."

The broadcast was repeated twice.

A murmur of discussion immediately arose in the fitter's workshop.

"Billboard? Writing? This job is not easy."

"Yes, it has to be well-written and fast, with so much content."

"A reward? What kind of reward could there be? A couple more steamed buns?"

"What are you thinking? If you write it well, you might impress the boss and have a better chance of getting promoted later, right?"

"Forget it, most of us in this workshop are roughnecks. We're lucky if we can even write our own names clearly, let alone write on the bulletin board! Don't embarrass yourselves!"

"Exactly, that kind of thing is something only cultured people can do."

In our workshop, only Technician Wang's handwriting is passable, but he's a technician, he's busy, why would he look down on this job?

"Sigh, what a pity, such a free opportunity to get exposure..."

The crowd discussed it animatedly, but no one volunteered.

These days, workers generally have low levels of education; being able to read is considered good, and those who can write well are extremely rare.

Moreover, the bulletin board represents the factory's image, and if it's not written well, it can become a laughing stock.

He Yuanchao's heart stirred.

Having just acquired master-level calligraphy skills, isn't this like a godsend? And, the deputy factory director's office? Lou Zhenhua?

He was deeply impressed by Lou Xiao'e's father in the original work, the former major shareholder of the steel rolling mill, and the deputy director after the public-private partnership.

Lou Zhenhua is a typical national capitalist. He is insightful, resourceful, technically skilled, and knows how to assess situations.

Before the arrival of that special era, he was still able to contribute his remaining energy as deputy factory director, making significant contributions to the factory.

Moreover, he inherently has a respect and appreciation for culture and for people with genuine talent and learning.

Later, due to his family background, he was persecuted and his property was confiscated. He then fled to Hong Kong with his wife, a truly lamentable situation.

This is a great opportunity to meet factory leaders, showcase yourself, and even pave the way for the future!

Just as the murmurs subsided, and everyone thought the matter would be dropped or the factory administration would find someone to handle it, a calm voice rang out in the workshop:

"I'll give it a try."

brush!

All eyes instantly focused on He Yuanchao! They were filled with astonishment, doubt, and even... a sense of schadenfreude.