Chapter 12 (1/2)
Chapter 12: Pointers
Sitting off to the side, thea bit i Chi softly, “I want to cooperate with you anyway I can But I want to tell you, this child is quite playful, and his observation skills are nothing special You question hiame You can’t take what he says co incorrect, you won’t hold us accountable will you?”
“Well, how is he usually with recognizing faces? Do you know?”
“I knowyou seriously, but if you ask hiive you a co It’s just because he’s so young he likely doesn’t knohat he is saying, or what he has said If it delays you solving the case, then we’re really sorry”
Zhang Chi had nothing to say to that The child’saway empty-handed was the worst case scenario He should have seen it co!
Only, hoould he face the director, who had been doubtful of him fro on him so much?
That day Zhang Chi returned listlessly to his dorm He didn’t turn on the TV or look at his phone As soon as he got into his room he stripped and went to the bathroo and healthy, with perfect est was his butt, which stuck out slightly From the outside one felt his skin and muscles were firm and taut
But he had no tied about He stepped in the shower, in low spirits, and stood blankly under the curtain of water, standing straight, hugging his shoulders He just wanted to clear hisidea on how to solve the case He stood there a long ti so defeated
What was theChi realized he had never cared before, but the anxiety of co was much more than he had expected But now he didn’t knohat path his career should take Was this like people said, “dying before the expedition had succeeded”?
If it had not been for his Beijing colleagues knocking on his door, enthusiastically inviting him to come join their teaht in the bathroo to solve this unsolvable mystery He wearily stood before the door and politely declined, then went to bed and slept heavily
For the next several days he had nothing to do, no reason to even do any odd jobs In the past, Zhang Chi would have just up and left, but noaited… for an opportunity, a clue, a turn of event? He didn’t knohat he aiting for He just faked it everyday in the office, finding some idle person to shoot the breeze with Of course, he still had to endure the director’s silent condemnation
Those who had been in this organization a long tienerally three kinds of idle workers Similarly, the levels of ease by which a they passed the days differed greatly The first kind was the person anted to slack off This person would kiss their boss’ ass, taking the boss’ business as their own duty, spending the rest of their ti people out They didn’t see their behavior as unethical or low On the contrary, they felt they were using a balanced way to gain a certain degree of freedoh it, but they could only fume in silence The second kind was the person others wanted to be idle Most of these people were fore or health or some other factor, they either actively or passively withdrew to a nominal position They embraced the “respected elder” role, and played it up in order to secure themselves in their new position The current boss would not interfere with this kind of idle worker And naturally no one else had the right to say anything They could only quietly accept it The third kind was the idler who didn’t want to be idle This person had the hardest ti and healthy, talented youths who because of their behavior, circu were confined to a ive them important work, and they themselves could not take on a major role Day after day, until it became second nature, until it became a pattern
And now, Zhang Chi seemed to be that woeful third-type idler Away from the unit for sohi was fishy Why did it seem that he had been banished to the borderlands?
That day, he couldn’t resist sending the restaurant boss “Instructor Fan” a WeChat hing with frustration as he typed, “Unfortunately I’ve run into an unsolved ood wife can’t cook without rice Everyday I’ on the sidelines”