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"it is good."

The young man stood up, dusted off his knees, and walked toward the toolbox.

As the young man passed by Zhou Yuan, he slightly turned his body and said, "Excuse me."

Zhou Yuan watched him walk away, then turned to look at Old Ma.

Old Ma smiled, squatted down to look at the fastener that was missing a screw, then looked at the seams of the templates next to it, stood up and continued walking forward.

When we finished work, it was still quite bright outside.

Zhou Yuan checked his watch; it was 6:20 PM.

The formwork for the drainage ditch has been completely erected, and the north and south sections have been aligned with each other, with a centerline error of less than five millimeters.

He had seen professional teams working on building construction sites, and their work was only at this level.

But everyone knows that these people... a few days ago, they probably didn't even know what a spirit level looked like.

Everyone wiped their tools clean and put them back in their toolboxes, then lined up in the open space beside the ditch.

Old Ma wasn't the only one who came; there was also a middle-aged man in a ward uniform, who was not tall, wore thin-rimmed glasses, and had his surname "Sun" written on his name tag.

Old Ma spoke first, as always:

"Everyone did a good job today. I went around and found two minor issues. One is that a fastener in the middle of the north section was missing a screw, which Xiao Zhang has already fixed on the spot. The other is that the last two meters of the line in the south section wasn't straight, it was off by 1.5 centimeters, which was Xiao Li's fault. Xiao Li, what happened?"

“The stake for my line was driven too shallow, and the wind blew it a little off course when I was pulling the line,” Xiao Li raised his hand, “I didn’t check it again.”

"How was it discovered later?"

"I checked it again myself and felt something was wrong, so I redrew it and drove the stakes in five centimeters deeper. Now that it's fixed, the center line is accurate."

"Okay." Old Ma nodded and took half a step back.

The uniformed warden, Sun, took half a step forward.

The air suddenly became a little quieter.

"Anyone who slacks off today, step forward."

About twenty people stood there, silent for a few seconds, then someone took a step forward.

"Just this afternoon, when I was almost done working, I hadn't finished moving a few templates, so I took a smoke break, which took about ten minutes."

Warden Sun took out a pen from his pocket and crossed out a form: "Two hours of solitary confinement. Report to the solitary confinement cell after dinner."

"Yes."

"Is there any more?"

The crowd was quiet for a moment, then another person raised their hand.

"I smoke too."

Warden Sun glanced at him and crossed out another line on the form: "Tonight together, also two hours."

"Are there any violations of management regulations?"

Three people stepped forward this time.

The first person said he found a piece of binding wire at the construction site and wanted to take it back to his dormitory to tie a clothesline.

When Inspector Sun asked him where the wire was, he said he put it back in the scrap bin next to the toolbox before finishing work.

Sun, the warden, nodded and asked him if he remembered Article 3 of the dormitory management regulations. He recited it once: "Construction materials, tools, and waste materials shall not be taken out of the designated area."

After reciting it, he added, "I broke the rules, but I really just wanted to tie up the clothesline; I didn't mean anything else."

The second person said he wasn't sure, saying he only realized he was in a non-smoking area after he finished smoking.

Instructor Sun said, "There's no escaping it now, it'll be two hours."

The person quickly added that they were using an e-cigarette, which is why they were unsure, and that it was an unintentional mistake, asking if they could be treated leniently.

Sun, the warden, used a walkie-talkie to communicate briefly with his superiors: "10 minutes off."

The third one is the youngest, and he looks to be only in his early twenties.

He reported that he had an argument with another coworker and pushed him.

When Warden Sun asked him why they were arguing, he said that the other person had knocked his shoes, which he had left drying on the windowsill, to the ground and hadn't picked them up for him.

Sun, the warden, also called out another coworker, and each of them worked three hours.

"One last question," Warden Sun said, tucking his pen back into his pocket, "Anyone planning an escape?"

Really!

A man in his early thirties hesitated, looked around, and slowly took a step forward.

Warden Sun looked at him: "How long have you been planning this?"

"It's just... just an idea, I haven't had time to plan it yet!"

"Are there any accomplices?"

"of course not."

"What kind of thought?"

"I'm just too tired and feel too restricted. I feel like running away."

"Are there any substantial preparations?"

What constitutes substantial preparation?

“Observing and monitoring locations, recording patrol shift change times, hiding food or tools, drawing route maps, damaging isolation facilities, and concealing civilian clothes or identification documents, etc.”

"No, no, how could that be? Absolutely not!" the man exclaimed in shock.

Sun, the warden, lowered his head and wrote a few strokes on the form.

"How long will this person be locked up?" the man asked nervously.

"You don't need to shut this up, but you'll have to switch groups... Come back to the cell block with me to move your things later."

"Oh..." The man dejectedly retreated back into the line.

On the way back to the dormitory, Zhou Yuan found it more and more amusing and couldn't help but say to Lao Ma, "No wonder people say that economic criminals are spineless. They just have to have their tongues pulled out every time they lie. I heard that some of them pull out tens of thousands of tongues every day, while others pull out hundreds or thousands. They don't even have the awareness that they're not bothered by having too many lice or too much debt."

Old Ma turned around and looked at him in surprise: "A tongue? Who told you that?"

Zhou Yuan shook his phone: That's what everyone's saying.

Old Ma shook his head: "Telling a lie once will result in losing a tongue," referring to lies told in the past.

Zhou Yuan: And then?

Old Ma: If you're still lying now...

That means every extra word you say means you have to participate in another SSS-level challenge to "trick Brother Ming"!

180 An Ordinary Day

[Tongue-Pulling Hell]:

According to the folk legends of Da Yang, the first level of the eighteen levels of hell refers to the hell that people fall into because they committed verbal sins such as sowing discord, slandering and harming others, or lying and deceiving others in their lifetime.

During the torture, the demon soldiers used iron clamps to hold the sinner's tongue and slowly pull it out.

The time allotted for punishment in this hell is one day equal to 3750 years in the human world, and sinners must serve 10,000 years (equivalent to 135 billion years in the human world).

"Why are you showing me this?" My roommate leaned back on the sofa in the small living room, his game controller still in his hand. His game character was navigating through a hail of bullets in the rainforest, finding suitable cover. My roommate turned his head and quickly glanced at the phone Chen Yuan handed him, looking at Chen Yuan with surprise: "What? You've been to Myanmar too?"

"roll!"

"What are you so afraid of! Do you think Ming-ge can come after us?"

Like most citizens of Y City, roommate and Chen Yuan paid special attention to hot topics related to Ming Ge—of course, the whole world was paying attention, but the people of Y City were obviously paying closer attention.

After all, Ming-ge is in Y City, he delivers takeout in Y City, he eats hot dry noodles in Y City, and he creates the list of unethical individuals in Y City.

This feeling is hard to explain to people from other places. It's like those videos that have been shared by billions of people on the trending topics might have been filmed at the alleyway you passed by yesterday.

"Who knows?" Chen Yuan clicked on a highly-rated comment: "There's only one Doflamingo in this world... but if Doflamingo exists, who knows if the other myths are true?"

"Damn, dead! You're so dark!" Liu Yang sighed as he peeked out, only to find his character riddled with three bullets. He put his phone away and said, "Go to sleep early, I have a date tomorrow."

"I don't have a date."

"You have to go to work."

"Dog mouth!"

……

At 8:10, Chen Yuan finished washing up and left for work.

There were already seven or eight people queuing at the breakfast shop downstairs.

Chen Yuan stood at the end of the line. In front of him was a junior high school student in a school uniform, and in front of him was a coworker carrying a laptop bag.

The line moved forward two steps, and when it was the middle school student's turn, the proprietress looked up and asked, "What would you like to eat?" The middle school student said, "Two meat buns and a cup of soy milk." The proprietress said, "The soy milk will be gone in two minutes. It just sold out, and the next batch is being cooked."

The middle school student glanced at his watch, then at the still-steaming soy milk in the pot. Before he could even speak, the proprietress had already made the decision for him: "If you're not in a hurry, just wait a bit. If you're going to be late, just take the steamed buns and drink the soy milk tomorrow."

The middle school student thought it made sense, paid for the steamed buns, and left.

When it was Chen Yuan's turn, he ordered a basket of xiaolongbao (soup dumplings).

The proprietress glanced back and said that these baskets had just been put on the rack and would take about 3 minutes.

Chen Yuan said okay, I'll wait.

Further back, several seats away, an old man interjected and asked, "What about us?" The proprietress counted the heads and said, "I'm sorry, it might take about 7 minutes for you to get here."

Chen Yuan noticed that the proprietress said "about 3 minutes" and "about 7 minutes", instead of "it will be ready soon" or "it will be ready soon".

In the past, when I bought breakfast downstairs from the company, no matter what I asked, the boss would always say "right away," and then you would stand there and wait for ten minutes, but you might not be able to get a table.

The xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) did indeed only take 3 minutes to arrive.

When Chen Yuan was paying by scanning the QR code, he noticed a handwritten note on the counter that read, "Soy milk needs 3-5 minutes to cook. Please let us know in advance if you are in a hurry."

The edges of the note were slightly curled, suggesting it had been stuck there for a while.

The company's weekly meeting is at 9:00 AM.

When it was my colleague Xiao Wang's turn to report on last week's promotional data, the Excel spreadsheet he projected showed that the numbers for two days were significantly lower than expected.

The department head pointed with his finger: "What's been going on these past two days?"

Xiao Wang paused for a few seconds: "Last Thursday afternoon, I was supposed to follow up with that batch of clients... but I accidentally forgot. I only caught up on them on Friday morning, so the data is missing a bit."

The meeting room fell silent for a moment.

Chen Yuan noticed that the supervisor's eyebrows twitched, but he simply nodded: "Be careful next time."

"It won't happen again next time," Xiao Wang quickly assured him.

After the meeting ended, Chen Yuan went to the break room to get coffee and overheard two colleagues whispering in the hallway.

One person said that Xiao Wang was really bold to speak out about something like this.

Another person said that it's really nothing, and everyone knows the truth about many things.

The first one said, "Platform algorithm adjustments, competitors suddenly lowering prices, internal processes on the client's side are stuck... Which one can be pushed to?"

The second person was silent for a while before saying, "Everyone forgets things sometimes... The supervisor wasn't angry."

At 10 o'clock, Chen Yuan was revising a plan at his workstation when his phone vibrated.

When I opened it, it was a message from a friend I had arranged to meet on Saturday.

What time on Saturday?

"Two o'clock in the afternoon?"

"Okay. But I might be a little late. My sister is moving on Saturday morning, and I'm going to help her. I'm not sure when I'll be done."

"Approximately how late?"

"It's hard to say. If it's fast, it'll be on time; if it's slow, it might be 2:30. I'll send you a message in advance."

"Okay. If it's not 2:15 by then, I'll go shopping by myself."

"no problem."