Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

"Bang!"

Liu Haizhong's obese body resembled an out-of-control road roller.

Without veering off course, it slammed into and overturned the large, open iron drum filled with black waste engine oil.

"Splash—"

The thick, pungent waste engine oil instantly spilled all over the ground like black water bursting its banks.

Not only did it splash Yi Zhonghai and several of his apprentices, but it also splattered all over them.

Even more deadly was the way he struggled frantically in the bangs because of the excruciating pain in his toes.

His work boots, already covered in mud, sank firmly into the incredibly slippery puddle of engine oil!

If stepping on that unlucky nail was just an appetizer...

Now, this oil field is a "death ice rink" tailor-made for him.

"Slurp—!"

Liu Haizhong was pulled up by his apprentice and barely managed to stand up halfway.

My foot suddenly slipped!

His weight of over 200 pounds, combined with the frictionless lubrication of engine oil, made him a formidable force.

A terrifying inertia was instantly generated!

"Holy crap! Grab me! Grab me now!"

A scream, distorted in tone, escaped from Liu Haizhong's head.

His two thick arms were flailing wildly in the air, like a drowning turtle trying to grab anything that could save its life.

However, Yi Zhonghai and several of his apprentices also stepped into the engine oil, slipping and falling precariously, barely able to keep themselves safe.

How could anyone hold him back?

"Whoosh—"

Amidst the blank stares of hundreds of workers throughout the workshop.

Liu Haizhong looked like a flesh-colored torpedo that had been launched.

It moved at an incredibly fast speed, skimming along the oily ground.

It slid straight out through the open iron gate of the workshop!

"What...what kind of amazing skill is this?"

A young apprentice gaped, not even noticing that the wrench had fallen from his hand.

"Quick! Go out and see!"

Yi Zhonghai wiped the black engine oil off his face and shouted angrily.

The workers seemed to wake from a dream and rushed towards the workshop gate.

The passageway outside Workshop 1 at this time.

It was lunchtime when people changed shifts, and the place was bustling with activity.

Grandpa Zhao, the old cleaner at the factory, is pushing a four-wheeled manure cart.

On the vehicle were two huge, open wooden manure buckets, each about half a person's height, filled with yellowish-white substances that had just been scooped out of the dry latrine.

It emitted a pungent, foul stench that made people want to stay away.

As he pushed his cart, Grandpa Zhao shouted at the top of his lungs, "Make way! Make way! Be careful not to get splashed!"

The workers all pinched their noses and avoided it at all costs.

Just then.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way now!"

It was accompanied by a desperate and terrified scream.

Liu Haizhong's massive body shot out of the workshop door like a cannonball!

The oil on the soles of his feet made him move at an outrageous speed.

He couldn't stop the car at all!

He stared in horror, his eyes wide, at the manure cart getting closer and closer.

And those two stench-filled, gaping maws of the abyss.

Despair overwhelmed him in an instant.

"No--!!!"

"Bang!"

A dull thud.

Liu Haizhong's head slammed hard against the wooden handle of the manure cart.

The impact instantly changed his trajectory.

Under the ultimate outburst of powerful bad luck traits.

The center of gravity in the bangs instantly went completely out of control.

He tumbled 180 degrees in mid-air.

Like a diver, it drew a beautiful parabolic arc in the air.

then.

In an extremely standard, even perfect, handstand posture.

"Thump!"

A muffled thud.

Splashes of water!

His bangs revealed a huge head, along with most of his obese upper body.

It was inserted precisely and straight into the huge wooden barrel filled with excrement!

"Splash—!"

The air was filled with yellow and white matter, mixed with a nauseating stench, which splashed up more than two meters high like a fountain.

It spilled all over the surrounding ground.

At that moment, the entire passage seemed to be muted.

All the passing workers, the apprentices who rushed out of the workshop to watch the commotion, and Yi Zhonghai.

They were all petrified.

Their eyes widened, their mouths agape, as they stared intently at the manure cart.

All that could be seen was the top of the manure bucket.

All that remained were the two thick thighs clad in blue overalls, visible through the bangs.

They looked like two thick radishes stuck upside down in the mud.

It was frantically and helplessly flapping and kicking in mid-air!

"Gurgle...gurgle..."

From the latrine bucket came a muffled, suffocating bubbling sound.

That was Liu Haizhong's desperate struggle and cry for help inside.

"vomit--!"

After a brief period of deathly silence.

Someone in the crowd couldn't hold it in any longer and let out a loud retching sound.

Followed by.

Like a contagious disease, the workers around him pinched their noses, turned around, and began to vomit violently.

The taste, the sight.

The visual impact and biochemical lethality are simply off the charts!

But after gagging and shock.

Instead, there was an uncontrollable, volcanic eruption of laughter!

"Hahaha! My goodness!"

"Is Liu Haizhong starving? Why is he eating that stuff upside down?!"

"Oh my god, I'm laughing so hard I'm crying! This is absolutely the biggest joke in the history of our Red Star Factory!"

"Look at his legs, kicking so powerfully, doesn't it look like a toad's kung fu?"

The workers laughed so hard they were doubled over, some even so hard they couldn't stand up straight and were squatting on the ground clutching their stomachs.

This is absolutely hilarious!

Liu Haizhong often used his seniority in the workshop to embarrass the young workers and act arrogantly.

Today's amazing skill is "washing the latrine upside down".

It can be considered as a way to preserve his dignity, his face, and that pitiful, career-obsessed self-esteem.

Throw it into the latrine and trample it to pieces!

Grandpa Zhao was so frightened that he threw down the handlebars and hid far away.

He looked at his bucket of "wasted" sewage and stamped his feet in frustration.

"Oh dear, what am I going to do? I just bought this online..."

Yi Zhonghai stood at the front of the crowd.

Looking at his old rival, who was upside down in the latrine bucket and about to suffocate.

His stomach was churning.

But he knew that if someone really died, he wouldn't be able to escape responsibility.

"Stop laughing! Help! Do you want him to suffocate in there?!"

Yi Zhonghai shouted at the top of his lungs.

The disciples who had been making a ruckus just moments before now looked at each other, none of them willing to touch the foul-smelling ball of flesh.

In the end, Yi Zhonghai gritted his teeth.

Holding his nose, he beckoned to his apprentices and forced himself to approach, suppressing his nausea.

"One, two, three! Pull!"

Several people pulled each of Liu Haizhong's legs up like pulling up a radish, each grabbing one of his legs and pulling with all their might.

"Pop!"

Accompanied by a loud whistling sound.

Liu Haizhong was finally pulled out of the latrine bucket.

At this moment, he...

It was completely unrecognizable as human.

From head to waist, it was completely covered with a thick, nauseating yellowish-brown substance.

There were a few rotten vegetable leaves hanging on his head, their origin unknown.

His eyes were tightly closed, and yellow liquid was spitting out of his mouth.

It exudes an ultimate stench that even flies avoid.

"Old Liu! Old Liu, wake up!"

Yi Zhonghai pinched his nose and kicked his muddy bangs with his foot in disgust.

Liu Haizhong then coughed a few times and vomited a large mouthful of filth with a "whoosh".

He opened his eyes, which were red from the spiciness, and looked blankly at the crowd of onlookers who were laughing at him.

When he realized what he had just experienced.

When I smelled that intoxicating scent on myself.

"Ah—! I don't want to live anymore!"

Liu Haizhong let out a mournful and desperate scream, his eyes rolled back, and he actually fainted from anger (or rather, from the fumes).

"Quick! Take it to the clinic! No... take it to a public bathhouse to rinse it off before taking it there!"

Yi Zhonghai was giving loud instructions, and the scene was chaotic.

From this day forward.

The nickname "Upside-down Bangs in a latrine".

It completely replaced all his titles at the Red Star Factory.

On the other side...

In a dark storage room in the office building.

Xu Damao, who has been relegated to cleaning toilets and is filled with resentment, is now a scoundrel.

He was hiding in a corner, gritting his teeth and lying on a broken wooden box.

Holding a stolen pen in his hand, he was writing something rapidly on a piece of letter paper.

"Zhang Huaimin, you little bastard, you've ruined me like this..."

"And that old bastard Yang Lixin, how dare he fire me!"

"You all just wait!"

Xu Damao's eyes flashed with an extremely crazy and sinister light.

He intended to send this anonymous whistleblower letter directly to the highest disciplinary inspection commission of the Ministry of Industry!

Report Zhang Huaimin as an enemy agent, and report Factory Director Yang for protecting enemy agents and misappropriating state resources!