It's none of my business. I'm just a lunch box seller.

Denise asked her boss: "Isn't there something that won't hurt them but is disgusting enough?"

"Yes, throw shit. As long as there is enough shit and you are not afraid of being disgusted, you can disgust others to death. As the saying goes, if you dip the mop in shit, Hashirama will..."

Before he finished speaking, Boss Cheng suddenly had an idea. He realized that the reason why manure is disgusting is not the manure itself, but the stench it emits.

When it comes to bad smells, we have to mention a substance - skatole.

The chemical name of skatole is "3-methylindole". High concentrations of 3-methylindole can be said to be extremely smelly, even deadly. But once 3-methylindole is continuously diluted, the smell will change from feces to foot odor, and then to cumin. When 3-methylindole is diluted 200 times, the smell will turn into a light jasmine scent. When it is diluted 10000 times, it will turn into a sweet tropical fruit aroma.

The biggest advantage of 3-methylindole is that it can remove odors without causing any harm to humans. As it gradually evaporates and is diluted by the air, the odor will disappear. It is also a photosensitive substance, so once the sun rises, there will be no evidence!

"Haha! Hahaha! Hahahahaha!"

When Denise saw Boss Cheng suddenly burst into laughter, she suddenly had a telepathic connection with him and realized that Boss Cheng might really be preparing to throw feces at the crowd.

"Boss, you have to control yourself!"

"Sorry, I can't control myself anymore!"

Boss Cheng immediately called the system and asked if he, as a professional in service trade, had the ability to deal with something like skatole.

【Have! 】

This is not only because the system is aware that the monsters outside have seriously affected the business of the restaurant, but also because the way to obtain skatole is extremely simple!

As long as there is enough feces to be extracted, it is not difficult to obtain enough skatole.

It just so happens that there is a septic tank under Boss Cheng’s apartment, and there is also a huge refugee camp outside the hotel that houses nearly 20,000 people.

Just over ten minutes later, Boss Cheng received a prompt from the system.

[Congratulations to the store owner for winning 500 ml of 3-methylindole]

As a bottle of skatole slowly appeared in Boss Cheng's hands, he also understood why the unit of measurement given by the system was milliliter instead of gram.

Because the glass thermos that Boss Cheng usually drinks water from happens to be 500 ml...

0053 Some poems cannot be recited randomly

"Come come come, the wolf falls in love with the sheep~ Come come come, in my heart~"

"Do you have the copyright? Why are you just singing it blindly?"

"I can sing whatever I want, what's it got to do with you?"

"Dig, dig, dig..."

"Love is like fire that warms the heart. I see the flame of love flickering..."

"Hey, hey, hey, my friends who just entered the live broadcast room, don't leave yet, watch me show you a whole trick."

"I'll tell Limen, we Northeastern len..."

"Are you pretending to be a Northeast anchor? Brothers and sisters in front of the screen, let me tell you, there is someone next to you who can't even speak straight, and you are pretending to be a Northeast anchor!"

"Let me tell you, we Dongbai people love to eat dumplings. Now I..."

"Hehehe! Men, there's another idiot pretending to be from the Northeast, and he's even trying to cheat us out of eating dumplings. Go get him!"

"Eat table dumplings, right?"

"You've never been beaten, have you?"

"If you don't eat this corner of the table through your front door today, we will push the whole table in through your back door!"

Then the police car came and took away more than 20 anchors who participated in the fight, including the one who was "eating dumplings on the table".

The police never expected that it was already past 11pm and these people were still not quiet. It must be that there was really no one living nearby, otherwise they would have to call a fire truck and use a high-pressure water gun to drive away these people who were affecting the city's appearance.

The police car packed with people drove away. As for those anchors who were not arrested, they were already used to the "useless" police and they were too lazy to hide. Anyway, they didn't gather to fight, so were they afraid of being arrested?

That’s great. I was just worried about having no live broadcast material!

"Hey? Look!" A host pointed to the sky, "What's flying out?"

It’s nothing, actually. It’s just a 500ml thermos cup with a small amount of explosive tied to it.

When the glass with a series of "beeping" sounds was flown about 15 meters above everyone's heads, everyone heard a "bang" and then realized that something was falling from the sky and stuck to their heads or clothes.

The next moment, an indescribable stench suddenly penetrated their nostrils, and those who were weak in endurance even cried on the spot. And a few unlucky ones happened to open their mouths when they looked up at the glass. So, these people vomited directly in front of their live broadcast room audience.

So when you look up, try to keep your mouth shut. People who often go to the beach understand this.

After 5 or 6 minutes, the people who were broadcasting the live broadcast had all run away, but the police car arrived with sirens blaring.

However, it was quite different from what was described in the call to the police. When the police pushed open the door and jumped out of the police car, the first thing that entered their nostrils was not a foul odor, but a faint fragrance similar to that of jasmine and white jasmine.

For a moment, the responding police officers thought they were being made fun of by this group of people who wanted nothing more than to stir up trouble. But the puddles of vomit on the ground told them that someone had indeed vomited not long ago.

One policeman noticed that the scent of jasmine in the air was fading, replaced by the sweet aroma of tropical fruits. Other policemen were still wondering where the fruity smell came from, but this policeman walked to the door of Boss Cheng's store and knocked on the roller shutter door.

Never underestimate the police at any time and in any place, because you never know whether the police knocking on your door was typing codes in an office building or burning test tubes in a laboratory before putting on the uniform.

The policeman got straight to the point and asked the boss directly: "3-methylindole, right?"

“So professional?”

The police officer shrugged and told Boss Cheng: "Before I passed the civil service exam, I was studying perfume."

"Snapped!"

Boss Cheng slapped his face, thinking that he had walked into trouble.

"It's a big quantity. The whole street smells delicious."

"Uh...I..."

"Do you want to say anything?"

"Can I please not talk?"

"It doesn't matter." The police pointed to the police car at the corner of the street and said, "Put on your clothes and walk around the station with us."

Boss Cheng was taken away, and the locusts who had been blocking the restaurant door not long ago also changed the live broadcast location from outside the restaurant to outside the police station. But a few idiots seemed to have forgotten that the police station is also a state agency. When they were expelled by the police on duty, their "civil rights" consciousness suddenly exploded, and they asked the police "Why did you drive us away?" They even had a fight with the police at the door of the police station.

Then, these people were taken to the police station. I hope they can reflect on their mistakes through self-confession.

On the Internet, many anchors who would never have the chance to be on the front page became the hot topics of the night because of the collective vomiting incident during a live broadcast not long ago. But unfortunately, the anchors who had just been attacked by "toxic chemicals" did not receive any sympathy or pity. The vast majority of viewers said that they had brought it upon themselves and deserved to be vomited.

Some people even lamented that Boss Cheng was a real man who was brave enough to throw feces at these anchors. Others were popularizing science, saying that Boss Cheng probably used skatole.

But according to their popular science, using skatole is obviously more manly than throwing away feces, because the most direct way for humans to obtain skatole, besides buying it wholesale on online shopping platforms, is to "boil feces". And the majority of netizens are willing to believe that Boss Cheng's skatole is "boiled" out!

Anyway, Boss Cheng became famous and was even hailed as the ruthless Northeastern guy who is "even more ruthless than Brother Biao."

After all, people like to hunt for novelty, and a restaurant owner who graduated from a 211 university and once worked as a technical backbone of T11 in the TX Empire, who uses the method of "boiling shit" to extract chemical substances to retaliate against those who delay his business, can obviously better satisfy the curiosity of the spectators.

"But I really didn't boil shit, you can check it out any way you want!"

check?

How to check?

Boss Cheng only admitted to throwing a glass outside. Do we have to clean the septic tank for a case with no casualties, no loss of life, and even no direct evidence?

It’s not a dismemberment case!

Moreover, the police officer who graduated from applied chemistry also guessed that Boss Cheng not only diluted 3-methylindole, but may have even added volatile solvents to it. This is why they could not find obvious chemical residues on the "victims".

When the sun rose the next day and Boss Cheng was allowed to leave, the police station was already surrounded by various media and self-media. When Boss Cheng was questioned by various real reporters, fake reporters or prostitutes, he did not explain much, but recited a poem:

Gou...

No, this song cannot be recited!

Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and God will have its own way of retribution. If you don’t believe it, just look up and see that God will spare no one!

"Boom!"

A loud thunder broke through the sky, startling the reporters and making them look up suddenly.

In an instant, violent storms enveloped the birch forest, washing away all the sin and filth of last night.

That's right, it's time to put this book on the shelves again.

This time I listened to the advice and chose to release this thing on the day it goes on sale, rather than the night before.

As usual, let me first talk about the current performance of this book.

This book has been published for exactly one month since the 26th of last month. After two rounds of recommendation, it has been collected about 3100 times by the time of publication.

Compared to the more than 14000 collections of "Cousin" when it was put on the shelves, and the more than 27000 collections of "Weather Forecast is Very Accurate", this book has 42 clicks and 3100 collections, which is indeed a bit miserable.

Maybe it was because the title of this book was not well chosen, or the cover was not chosen right, or it might be because it happened to coincide with the release of a new game and was deprived of the opportunity. Anyway, the performance of this book is not satisfactory.

But right.

You don't have to worry about us standing you up.

Because writing this book is not tiring, we enjoyed it. Unlike the original "Weather Forecast", we were so stifled that we couldn't even fart.

In addition, I also plan to use this book to improve my typing speed.

To be honest with you, maybe because of my age, my typing speed has been getting slower and slower.

Back then, my mind was active, and the main factor that limited my speed of writing over 4000 words per hour was my fingers. That is, my typing speed could not keep up with the speed of my brain thinking.

Later, around this time last year, I suddenly realized that the main factor that limited my ability to type more than 2000 words per hour was my brain. To put it bluntly, my brain could no longer keep up with the pace of my hands when composing the plot.

Then this year...

I discovered that my hands have learned to compromise with my brain!

These two things are slow at the same time, who the hell can stand this?

During the COVID-1000 outbreak a few years ago, I was often typing at a speed lower than words per hour. If I were to write words a day at this speed, I would easily die in front of the computer.

So, I decided to train my brain speed and hand speed by reading a book. After all, without the pressure of updating, my nerves would not be tense. It's like the countless pigeon spirits in the cat station who update on the deadline. The closer it is to 6 o'clock in the morning, the more they think.

I can write a lot of words, but the disadvantages of writing a lot of words for an author who is about to turn 35 are far greater than the advantages. After all, I have clearly noticed that my energy is getting worse every year. If I continue to indulge my brain, I am afraid it will become lazier and lazier, until I can no longer make a living by writing.

So in the days to come, we will try our best to ensure that the daily update is more than 8000 words, and ensure the quality and quantity, without watering down the word count or being cute, and tell this story about a macho man well.

I also hope that all readers will support and subscribe to our website.

Finally, about today's update.

We have prepared more than 18,000 words of content.

This time, there will be no pretense, each chapter will be at least 4000 words.

The update time remains the same, 5: p.m.

But this time I won’t drag my feet and will release it all at once after checking for typos.

Like I said yesterday, I can't guarantee how exciting the update will be, but I can reveal that the content is quite vulgar when it goes online.

We sincerely ask for your support.

Above

May 2023, 5, morning

0054 Revenge, Delivery and Life

Hualin City is still Hualin City. Its lack of pillar industries and sluggish economy will not change because of a sudden explosion of popularity or because of being targeted by traffic locusts. It will not prosper because of the influx of Internet celebrities, nor will it decline because of the scattering of Internet celebrities.

Regardless of whether it has traffic or is on the hot search list, this is a fourth-tier town that is the most common and the poorest in the northeastern border area.

After 10 days of closing down the box lunch restaurant of Boss Cheng, the anchors who had been making trouble outside the store finally left. Boss Cheng became famous because of the "Hao Liang accident case", but his fame was destined to be short-lived. In addition, Boss Cheng took the initiative to close the store and took the cold treatment approach to help himself cool down, which was also very effective.

Even though he did a few nights ago and became a bit famous for throwing feces on the wall, and was even given the nickname "Shit-Boiling Brother", there are so many hot topics on the Internet these days that any illiterate singer can become a hot topic by just saying a few words. There is no reason for someone like Cheng who doesn't want to cause trouble to continue to be popular.

But there are still people who are tirelessly pursuing clues about "19.6" and desperately seeking relevant resources.

The closure of the restaurant was not because Boss Cheng was forced to do so, nor did it mean that the restaurant would suspend operations. Rather, the system was forced to do so, and gave Boss Cheng the high-level authority to open and close the entrance to a certain world independently.