Chapter 137 Cannot Be Changed, Interesting

Zhou Hui's newly submitted resume was quickly delivered to the warden Qian Huan. Qian Huan just accepted the resume without saying a word.

A quarter of an hour later.

Li Bashan appeared in the warden's office again. Qian Huan said with a three-point cordiality and seven-point apology:

"Bashan, I broke my promise. I'm new here. I didn't expect the people below to be so dissatisfied with me."

"I just wanted to go through the process casually, but who would have thought that your immediate supervisor, the superintendent, would turn into a completely different person when he submitted his resume."

"Hey, I made this thing simple. I didn't expect that Zhou Rui would not give you any face, and he would not give you any face, and he would do it so decisively, that's all."

"Junior Brother You's recruitment may not be possible this time. Let's wait for the next opportunity. I'm afraid I have to give up this opportunity to..."

Qian Huan picked up the resume and read out the name on it: "Chang Qingsen, I heard that he is the nephew of Chang Wei, the chief of your prison area A."

Qian Huan sighed, looked at the expressionless Li Bashan and said quietly: "Hey, next time, next time there are quotas, I will give priority to your junior brother."

Li Bashan had no expression on his face, but still said in a low voice: "No, the quota belongs to my junior brother."

Qian Huan was slightly startled. He had already imagined Li Bashan's possible reactions - perhaps an angry fight, perhaps helpless endurance, or even silent acceptance.

But he never expected that Li Bashan would be so calm but decisive, as if... he was not requesting or discussing, but just stating an established fact to himself.

"???" Qian Huan couldn't help but be a little stunned. For a moment, he almost doubted whether he was facing the real warden.

Li Bashan didn't give Qian Huan much time to be surprised. He asked angrily: "You agree to let my junior brother join the job, right?"

Qian Yingying met Li Bashan's sincere eyes, his heart twitching inexplicably, and he nodded quickly: "Yes."

Li Bashan continued to yell: "Zhou Feng, don't you agree?"

Qian Huan nodded again: "Yes."

Li Bashan raised his thick eyebrows in a rare move, and said in an angry tone with an imperceptible wave, "Chang Wei is trying to steal my junior junior brother's spot?"

Qian Huan nodded mechanically and corrected: "Chang Wei's nephew, well, you are right to understand him as Chang Wei."

Li Bashan clarified the whole story from the warden's mouth. He raised his thick eyebrows and grinned at Qian Huan like a child: "Well, you don't have a problem. The problem lies with Zhou Fu and Chang Wei."

Looking at Li Bashan's innocent smile, Qian Huan swallowed. For some reason, the various conspiracies and calculations surging in his heart seemed like ice and snow that had been burned by the scorching sun and melted instantly.

What replaced it was the chill that penetrated the bone marrow as the snow melted.

Qian Huan swallowed hard, nodded with all his strength, and gave a thumbs up: "Yes, yes, that's it, Bashan, you are very smart, and you understand it very well."

Li Bashan scratched his scalp shyly. There were very few times in his life when he was praised for being smart.

In my memory, the last time I received such praise was the last time.

Li Bashan saw that Qian Huan's eyes softened a little, and he said in a deep voice: "Can you give me the resume that robs my junior junior position?"

Qian Huan readily agreed, made a copy while still being sensible, and only gave the copy to Li Bashan.

Li Bashan stared calmly, and suddenly a sense of alertness arose in his heart. He felt that the warden seemed not very smart.

Why go to the trouble of making one more copy of a dead person's resume?

Isn't this unnecessary? Could it be that the prison also has the same quirks as the sixth junior brother, who likes to wait for people to die and then burn "portraits" for them?

Li Bashan held the copy in his hand and turned away calmly, leaving Qian Huan alone in the office.

It wasn't until this moment that Qian Huan let out a long, heavy breath, as if an invisible weight had been lifted off him.

He slowly sat back on the warden's spacious and solemn seat. Only then did he realize that the clothes on his back were unknowingly soaked with sweat.

"Damn it, what happened to me just now? Why do I feel like I have walked away from the gate of hell?"

Qian Huan's face turned slightly pale. He took a few deep breaths and tried to calm down. Then he looked around the spacious office, still feeling a bit frightened: "The security measures are still not strict enough. We only rely on the laser channel in the corridor." How can we ensure that nothing goes wrong?”

With this thought in his mind, he reached out and pressed the button on the phone, summoning the members of the security department to come over.

Qian Huan felt that it was very necessary to completely renovate the interior of the office to enhance safety protection.

"My uncle is right, warden is probably a high-risk profession. I will have to pay more attention to safety in the future." Qian Huan murmured to himself.

….

It was already evening when Li Bashan returned to the martial arts gym.

Without taking a rest, he walked directly to the kitchen and saw a bucket full of rice simmering in the pot. The steaming heat looked particularly warm in the night. The somewhat anxious expression on his face gradually relaxed after seeing this, as if a heavy stone in his heart had finally fallen to the ground.

He picked up the barrel, ate the rice with big mouthfuls, and walked towards the inner courtyard. As he moved forward, the "water level" in the rice bucket quietly dropped. By the time he stepped into the inner courtyard, the rice in the bucket had been reduced by half.

The scene in the yard seemed familiar.

The second sister is drinking alone, the third child is eating peanuts, the fifth child is reading a book, the sixth child is drawing, and the younger sister and younger brother are standing in tandem, doing exercises in the yard.

All this seems to be happening again yesterday, but it seems to be different in subtle ways.

Li Bashan's sharp eyes scanned back and forth in the yard, his brows furrowed slightly, and he began to observe and analyze carefully.

His clever mind quickly caught the abnormality: strangely, he felt that the second, third, fifth, and sixth children all seemed to be a little absent-minded. Their eyes secretly glanced at the younger brother and younger sister from time to time. Why? ah?

Li Bashan was thinking while eating, and the rice in the bucket gradually bottomed out.

He licked the rice grains on his lips, then took out a crumpled resume from his pocket, slapped it on the table, and said angrily: "There is a problem, someone is trying to steal the junior brother's job." Quota.”

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes focused on the crumpled resume.

The unfamiliar photos and names above caught their attention, and a hint of surprise flashed across their eyes.

The eyes seemed not to be examining the resume, but to examine a tempting menu with the name of the dish written on it: Changqingsen.

Everyone couldn't help but feel a sense of expectation. Could it be that a new round of [Team Building] activities was about to begin?

Li Bashan then added: "He is not the only one, Chang Wei and Zhou Wei also have to be dealt with."

As soon as these words came out, everyone became even more excited.

Chang Qingsen is just an appetizer, while Chang Wei and Zhou Yu are the main meal. It seems that the "meal standard" of this [team building] is quite generous, and it is thanks to the blessing of the junior brothers.

Everyone looked at Feng Mu with softer and more satisfied eyes.

Liu Xie picked up his resume, flattened it slightly and handed it to Feng Mu. He said calmly: "This [team building] is thanks to you again. Take a look. Do you have any ideas?"

Feng Mu took the resume with a calm expression and scanned the name on it indifferently. He didn't care about the story behind this person. Since he dared to take his position, he must have been prepared to die.

However, when his eyes paused for a moment on a certain line of writing on his resume, he raised his brows slightly, revealing a moment of surprise:

"The senior high school graduates from No. 8 Middle School are waiting for graduation. Such a coincidence, now it's interesting!"