"Damn..."
Gao Feng saw the office door had been forced open, and also saw the glass doors of the display cabinets inside the office, all wide open.
Seeing the display cabinets were opened, Gao Feng was absolutely dumbfounded.
The burglars causing trouble inside the company—are they really not afraid of going to jail? Daring to touch those teapots?
The teapots might not necessarily be expensive, but those placed in the display cabinets are surely loved by collectors the most.
Therefore, when Gao Feng saw someone messing with those teapots in the display cabinet, his face turned pale.
To Gao Feng, those teapots are like an otaku's prized collection of voluptuous anime figures.
Sneaking in and messing with his teapots while Gao Feng wasn't around is as despicable as having an affair with his wife.
"Damn! They're messing with my wife!"
Gao Feng couldn't care about anything else, he rushed back to the front of the office display cabinet, and seeing the teapots were all there with their lids not swapped, he was somewhat relieved.
However, he quickly noticed something; all the teapots had been moved.
Gao Feng's expression froze, his arm slightly trembling, as he touched a teapot, shook its body to confirm the weight was normal, and that it wasn't filled with feces or urine.
"No one dumped crap into my pot, and they didn't hide all the lids, then...."
"!!!"
Gao Feng noticed the color of the spout was off, and his fingers felt no smoothness, more like he was touching plastic.
"Damn! They dripped glue on my wife's pot spout!"
Gao Feng's expression changed dramatically as he checked each teapot one by one; all had glue on their spouts.
Moreover, the bases of the tea cups he collected were filled with glue and welded to the display cabinet.
"Damn——"
Gao Feng's face turned pale, his limbs weak, he staggered back and sat down heavily in the boss's chair.
But the moment he sat down, something felt wrong.
There was something hard beneath him, and it seemed like something liquid was being squeezed out.
Ansheng had placed all the leftover glue under the office seat cushion of Gao Feng.
When placing the glue, Ansheng was worried the 502 glue wouldn't weld Gao Feng's butt secure, so he made some adjustments.
A bottle of 502 glue included an extended nozzle for dripping glue and a nozzle on the bottle body.
Ansheng didn't unscrew the extended nozzle but loosened the connection between the extended nozzle and the bottle body, hiding them in the chair.
By then, as soon as someone sat down, the gravitational potential would definitely squeeze open the unstable connection and force the glue out.
Gao Feng now had a crotch full of 502 glue.
502 glue is terrible at everything except sticking to flesh.
When Gao Feng felt the burning sensation of the 502 on his skin, everything was already too late.
His butt was welded to his underwear.
Even the fabric of his underwear was in contact with the glue.
Gao Feng's face was full of bewilderment, clutching his heating bell and kneeling on the ground.
The burn from the glue on the skin wasn't intense.
However, Gao Feng felt immense pain....
His heart was bleeding; he knew he might have to visit the hospital later to defuse and clean out the mess.
"Ah Dong.... go to the surveillance room! Check the cloud files for me!"
"I have to see which bandit I offended, that they would go to such lengths to mess with me!" Gao Feng clenched his butt tightly, shouting towards the second-floor office.
He had no choice but to clench, as the seams and the fabric all stuck together.
Any big movement and the bell would be squeezed to bursting.
Gao Feng's angry roar echoed through the building; he wanted to see who had gone to such lengths to mess with him.
"Eh? The boss's surveillance computer won't start."
"That's weird... could someone have removed the hard drive? No, it's all fine inside."
The consulting company's employee squatted under the desk, opened the side panel of the computer case, and stared at it in confusion.
Finally, with no other options, he prepared to remove the case and take a closer look with a flashlight.
Then.
He discovered the power cable of the case couldn't be unplugged.
"You damn animal! Putting glue inside the power cable plug of the case, it's one thing to put glue, but can't you at least make sure the glue holds it in place?"
"Boss, bad news! Our toilet is clogged! The toilet tank's been tampered with and keeps running water!"
"If it's clogged, call someone to unclog it! What are you telling me for? Am I supposed to unclog the toilet myself?" Gao Feng roared furiously.
"No, boss...." The person hesitated and said, "Today we came to work too early, so a lot of people rushed to the company without using the toilet first..."
"The toilet is filled with strawberry tarts...."
The toilet is clogged, full of feces, and it seems like the flush button is broken, continuously releasing water.
Three problems, all together in one place.
Gao Feng's pupils widened in shock: "Are you saying the crap in the toilet has overflowed?"
"The strawberry tarts were mixed by the flushing toilet...." The person said with a mournful face: "Sewage is invading the office, and now it's flowing down to the first floor."
"Damn it..." Gao Feng felt the world spinning, his eyes went dark, and he fainted, collapsing on the ground.
"Somebody help! The sewage has reached the surveillance room, the boss fainted on the floor, and I can't move him...."
......
Meanwhile, across the street from Gao Feng Consulting, inside the Four Joys Tea House on Changle Street.
"Eek eek eek——"
Ansheng, who was about 80% full, showed a cunning expression while blocking his plate in front of him, looking at the fist-sized meatball Chen Peipei was about to grab, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted.
Now, it's time to use the Charm Technique I learned from the music notes!
"Hmm?"
Chen Peipei smiled as she looked at the fox sneaking out to bite the meatball and said, "A well-behaved little fox will get to eat meat...."
But Ansheng didn't sit down, revealing the plate he had blocked.
Instead, he carefully turned his body, making a gentle, tentative whimper, then opened his mouth and bit the edge of the meatball with his canine teeth.
The fox bit into the meatball but perfectly dodged Chen Peipei's chopsticks.
Looking at his cautious posture, one could tell the little fox was making a great effort, carefully avoiding Chen Peipei's chopsticks, appearing pitiable.
"Eek eek eek....."
Ansheng, who had retrieved the meatball, sat back down, looking at Chen Peipei with a joyful whimper.
"Hahaha...." Chen Peipei was stunned but couldn't help but smile with pity, glancing at her daughter:
"You little brat, did you use chopsticks to tap Xiaolan's mouth at home? Otherwise, why is our little fox so afraid of chopsticks...."
"Huh?"
Yu Xueqing, who was eating a barbecue bun, choked, looking at her mother with a face full of questions.
"Eek eek eek——"
Ansheng quickly approached Yu Xueqing, continuously urging with whimpers:
"Ah Qing, don't speak! Didn't you see I'm working hard to win over our family's piggy bank? Whether we eat well or just drink porridge depends on me this time."
'Eek eek eek~ Master, don't argue, if you're not full, Xiaolan will go hunting for you now.....'
Ansheng's fox talk, after being machine-translated in Yu Xueqing's mind, displayed words that, while not completely consistent, conveyed a sense of trying to act cute and coquettish.
Ansheng was going all out to get Chen Peipei to increase the living allowance for Yu Xueqing and himself.
He showcased all the tricks of a sly fox that Yu Xueqing had seen in her music notes.
Chen Peipei was delighted. If it weren't for her need to go back and open the tea shop, she would have loved to play with Xiaolan all day.
After morning tea.
Old Chen settled the bill, which amounted to five hundred thirty.
Before leaving the tea house, Ansheng signaled Old Chen with his eyes to get him a piece of paper and pen.
Though Old Chen was puzzled, he complied; his wife watched the whole scene but said nothing.
She knew how capable this fox was.
"Eek eek eek——"
Ansheng got into Old Chen's car, and while Yu Xueqing was still saying goodbye to her parents, he wrote on the paper:
[Uncle, sorry, I'm a fourth-grade primary school student. We have running homework this summer, and we accidentally scratched your car.]
[But don't worry, uncle, we just secretly used a black marker to cover the scratch while no one was looking, and now you can't see it at all.]
[Sorry, uncle, we are going for a run now.]
"Huh?"
Old Chen was stunned by what Ansheng wrote, surprised not by the fox's ability to write but by the content of the message.
In the next instant, Old Chen suddenly realized, looking across the street at the pitch-black, not yet plated Porsche Panamera Gao Feng was driving.
This was a brand-new car, so new,
It was so new that Gao Feng hadn't even registered the license plate yet.
Cars, to men, are no less precious than a beloved wife.
"Whoa whoa——" Old Chen exclaimed, marveling at the cunning and vengeful fox, secretly appreciating his decision to gift roasted chicken earlier.