Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

The cafeteria was much quieter than usual. It wasn't that no one was talking, but rather that everyone was speaking in very low voices, as if they were afraid of being overheard.

The crowd huddled together in small groups, some standing, some sitting, holding their lunchboxes and fiddling with their chopsticks, but no one actually put anything in their mouths.

"How can we eat this? It's just wild vegetable porridge, without even a hint of salt." A young ticket seller, holding a lunchbox, frowned, stirred the porridge with his chopsticks, picked out an unknown grass root, looked at it, and then put it down.

An older man next to him sighed, closed his lunchbox lid, stood up, and said, "Never mind, I won't eat. I'll go back to the office and have some water to tide me over." With that, he picked up his lunchbox and left.

Then someone else stood up, took their lunchbox, and walked out.

The cafeteria was getting emptier and emptier. Most of the people left were chatting in twos and threes. Their lunchboxes were on the table, and their chopsticks were resting on the edge of the lunchboxes. Nobody was in the mood to eat.

Chang Kun found a corner to sit down, and Monkey followed him, putting his lunchbox on the table: "What kind of food is this? When Section Chief Zhang was around, at least we could eat cabbage stew with vermicelli. Now, we can't even get cabbage leaves."

Xiao Lü walked over and snorted, "Wild vegetable porridge, not even a grain of rice. Even pigs wouldn't eat this."

As the group was talking, the curtain at the back of the canteen was lifted, and Chef Li, who was cooking, came out carrying an enamel basin. He put the basin down by the sink, saw the sparse number of people in the canteen, and looked at the almost untouched lunchboxes on the tables. He sighed.

He walked over to Chang Kun and the others, pulled up a chair, sat down, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"Master Li, what's going on with this dish?" Hou Jun couldn't help but ask.

Master Li put a cigarette in his mouth, his face full of helplessness: "I can't do anything about it. When Section Chief Zhang was in charge, the groceries we got were tight, but at least we could get some cabbage stalks, sweet potato noodles, and occasionally some vermicelli."

"This new section chief has pushed procurement standards to the bare minimum, saying unnecessary expenses need to be cut. What can I do as a cook if the higher-ups won't approve the ingredients?"

Xiao Lü pushed the lunchbox forward, leaned back in his chair, looked up at the ceiling, and let out a long sigh.

Master Li finished his cigarette and stubbed it out on the sole of his shoe: "You guys make do with this. Tomorrow I'll see if I can find some sweet potato flour to mix into the porridge, at least it'll stave off hunger. But I can't guarantee it, these days, you can't find anything."

The food deteriorated, which may seem like a small matter, but small things can lead to big problems.

Purchasing standards have been repeatedly reduced; where has the money gone?

The new section chief talks about improving performance, but he can't even feed his subordinates properly. This has worn down their morale. How can they expect to achieve any results?

Chang Kun and the others ate a few mouthfuls of the wild vegetable porridge, but it was so bitter and astringent that they couldn't swallow it.

Monkey King slammed his lunchbox on the table and threw down his chopsticks: "I'm not eating anymore. The more I eat, the more upset I get."

Chang Kun had no interest in going back to his office to sit idly, so he stood up and said, "I'm going out for a walk."

Monkey stood up, and the two of them left the cafeteria one after the other, heading towards the waiting room.

The waiting room was quite crowded. Chang Kun and Monkey walked slowly along the wall, their eyes scanning the corners and passageways. Although they no longer had to patrol, they couldn't shake the long-standing habit of wanting to take a second look wherever they went.

As soon as I walked to the middle of the waiting room, I heard voices coming from the small broadcasting room next to it.

The door was half-open, and the sounds squeezed out from the crack, intermittent and fragmented.

"Hey radio announcer, your skin is so white! Tsk tsk, it looks so smooth."

It was a man's voice, sticky and with an indescribable lewdness that gave you goosebumps.

Chang Kun paused, exchanged a glance with Monkey King, and both of them frowned.

"Tsk tsk tsk, these little hands, so white and tender, you must not do any housework at home, right? Come, come, let me take a good look."

The voice rang out again, this time even closer, as if it were moving closer to Che Xiaorui.

"What are you doing? Let go!" Che Xiaorui's voice was filled with anger and a hint of disgust.

"Hey, don't be so fierce. I'm just looking, I'm not going to do anything. If you come with me, you'll have everything you want in this railway section, right? The new section chief, Sima Bin, is practically my friend..."

Before he could finish speaking, a loud "slap" was heard, like the sound of a slap on the face.

"Shameless! Who do you think you are! How dare you lay a hand on me? Do you think you can touch me, Che Xiaorui? Don't you even know who my father is!"

Che Xiaorui's voice was sharp and crisp, each sentence more vehement than the last, like a firecracker exploding in the chamber.

The man was stunned for a moment after being hit, then flew into a rage: "You bitch, you dare hit me? Who do you think you are! If I don't teach you a lesson today, you won't know who you are!"

No sooner had the words been spoken than the sound of a chair falling over came from the broadcasting room, followed by footsteps and the sound of pulling.

When Chang Kun and Monkey King heard this, they were shocked.

The two stepped forward at the same time, and with a bang, pushed open the door and rushed inside.

The broadcasting room was small, with just a table, a chair, and some equipment piled up in the corner.

Che Xiaorui stood behind the table, her face flushed, her eyes glaring at the man in front of her, her chest heaving, her right hand raised, ready to slap him again at any moment.

Standing opposite her was a man in his thirties, with a thin, long face and wearing a dark uniform. Five red marks were clearly visible on his left cheek. His glasses were askew on his nose. He covered half of his face with one hand and stretched out the other, as if he was about to grab Che Xiaorui's arm.

Chang Kun recognized the man at a glance; he was one of Sima Bin's trusted confidants from yesterday, the one wearing black-rimmed glasses.

I felt that this person's eyes were crooked at the time, but I didn't expect him to show his true colors so quickly.

"What are you doing!"

Chang Kun stepped in and stood in front of Che Xiaorui.

The man with glasses turned his head, saw Chang Kun and Monkey King, paused for a moment, then lowered his hand, straightened his crooked glasses, a hint of panic flashed across his face, but he quickly regained his arrogant demeanor.

"Who are you? Don't you know how to knock before coming in?" He raised his chin, his voice carrying a hint of bluff.

Monkey King leaned against the door frame, crossed his arms, looked him up and down, and said slowly.

"Who we are isn't important; what's important is what you were doing just now?"

"What are you doing?" the bespectacled man snorted. "I was talking to the radio announcer, what's it to you? Get out, get out, mind your own business."

Chang Kun looked the man up and down, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

This guy is really bold. He just started his new job and he already dared to flirt with the prettiest girl in the department.

This kind of audacious lecher must have harassed other women before.

The new section chief Sima Bin can't be a good person; he can take such a person as a confidant.

Perhaps, by following the clues, we can find out something wrong with Sima Bin.