Quick Transmigration: Learning Makes Me Improve

After Xu Damao left.

He Yuzhu quietly activated his divine sense.

Within a radius of 2.5 kilometers, it was as if a third eye had been opened.

Everything was as clear as the lines on the palm of your hand.

In theory, he has the ability to see through things.

Hehehe.

But He Yuzhu didn't have that kind of perverse sense of humor.

It's best to just think about things like that.

Putting that into practice would be too absurd.

"Oh my god, this is an eyesore."

Is this some kind of live movie spectacle?

He Yuzhu accidentally glanced at Li Huaide's office.

He was seen conversing in a foreign language with a woman named Liu Lan.

Liu Lan is a kitchen helper in the third canteen.

The husband is an alcoholic, abusive, and doesn't earn money.

He was targeted by the pervert Li Huaide.

Both got what they wanted.

She could be said to have gained some kind of support from Li Huaide.

They've become much more assertive in their speech and actions.

"Not bad, not bad."

Old Li, though an old horse in its stall, is still vigorous and strong.

Like Lian Po, he can still eat.

Tsk tsk.

This foreign language is so vast and so clear.

He Yuzhu watched with great interest.

However, having such a powerful spiritual sense also has its drawbacks.

He could intuitively feel it.

That exciting, ambiguous, and stimulating smell.

It's so damn addictive.

It polluted He Yuzhu's pure heart.

He couldn't wait to go home and ask Liu Xuan'er for a kiss, a hug, and to be lifted up high.

"Alas. People's hearts have changed, and civility has been swept away."

Until the end of the movie.

He Yuzhu reluctantly looked away.

Let's go see what Yang Weimin is up to.

Publicity Department.

A separate office.

Yang Weimin sat with his legs crossed, like an old man.

Surrounded by beautiful women.

He painted a rosy picture of himself to them, talking about how he was going to become the deputy head of the propaganda department.

While taking advantage of them and indulging in lewd jokes, he also taught them dirty jokes.

Life couldn't be better.

Knock on a lemon.

He Yuzhu was jealous.

They're all just working dogs.

Why are you so carefree?

He decided to increase the intensity of Yang Weimin's treatment.

Divine consciousness condensed into an invisible hammer.

He slammed the hammer down hard on Little Yang.

*Smack!*

A crisp sound of eggs being beaten.

In that instant, Yang Weimin seemed to see his great-grandmother.

After a brief period of dizziness.

He covered his crotch and jumped around.

His face contorted in pain.

The girls from the propaganda department were terrified.

Overwhelmed.

Some idiot actually went and called Yu Haitang over.

Yu Haitang looked at Yang Weimin's pained expression.

And look at these flamboyant vixens.

A hint of suspicion flashed across his face.

"Did they go too far?"

She didn't think much of it.

They thought he had been bitten off there.

Call the factory doctor immediately.

Then came a period of chaos and confusion.

The factory doctor examined the patient for a long time but couldn't find anything wrong.

I thought it was just some young kid messing around and accidentally bent over.

soon.

Yang Weimin's embarrassing moments spread throughout the steel rolling mill.

The Party Secretary even called Lao Yang over for a special talk and gave him some instructions.

Let him take charge of promoting ethical and cultural progress.

Old Yang wanted nothing more than to give his nephew a good beating.

If it weren't for her own brother sacrificing himself for her.

This idiot, I don't even want to deal with him.

Seeing this scene.

He Yuzhu smiled with satisfaction.

"There can't be anyone more capable than me in the steel rolling mill."

He really wanted to save what had just happened.

Show it to Xu Damao.

He must be very happy.

The next few days.

He Yuzhu secretly used his divine sense to keep an eye on them.

Unfortunately, Yang Weimin has been "recovering from his injury" at home.

I did not go out.

Until a week later.

One evening.

A sleazy young man approached Yang Weimin.

"Come on, Brother Yang, let's play a couple of rounds."

The situation has been relatively calm lately.

Old Qian's place is open again.

Yang Weimin was somewhat tempted.

Is it reliable?

Last time, I almost got arrested.

If it weren't for good luck...

Someone warned us in advance; none of us will escape.

The sleazy young man said confidently:

Don't worry.

Old Qian learned his lesson.

They deployed a number of sentries, both overt and covert.

It's safe.

So the two of them put their arms around each other's shoulders and walked toward a secluded alley.