Two hours later, at Bai Sheng's house.
Chairman Bai sat on the sofa, pinching his own philtrum repeatedly, and tremblingly confirmed: "Is it really like this? Doesn't our family need to be executed?"
"No, no." Chen Miao sat next to him and consoled the poor old man, "It's consensual, and it's not a big crime. The only problem is that you must not tell anyone. After all, our inspector's hobby of handcuffing and beating people is not very glorious. Brother Bai also sacrificed a lot to get the position. It's not nice to tell others about the hidden rules..."
Chairman Bai seemed to be a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw: "Then, then does our family have to pay for the dowry?"
"… "
Chen Miao was silent for a few seconds, then said politely, "It probably won't be necessary for now."
"I understand, I understand." Chairman Bai rubbed his hands in understanding: "It's not high enough yet, it's not high enough yet."
The bedroom door opened, and Bai Sheng finally coaxed Shen Zhuo into brushing his teeth, washing his face, changing his clothes, and eating breakfast, then he walked out holding the Chief Inspector in his arms.
It's no wonder that all the inspectors are resentful about their salaries, because the workload is just too heavy. Shen Zhuo has to go to work even though he's in this state - Shenhai's fiscal budget deficit for the next quarter is 360 million yuan. He is going to hold a video conference with the International Administration this morning, nominally to discuss the allocation of funds for the Administration, but in reality it's a fight for money.
"Supervisor, Supervisor!" Chairman Bai jumped up like a spring potato and greeted him with great trepidation: "I am your humble nephew, Bai Sheng, who is only 27 years old, has a plain appearance, is unmarried, has a little wealth, and is willing to give a generous dowry in the future if possible..."
Shen Zhuo turned his head from Bai Sheng's arms, his cold and sleepy face, and glanced at the old man without saying a word.
"… "
Chairman Bai's tongue was tied and his mind was empty, he forgot the words because of excessive fear.
After a while, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he swallowed his saliva and asked the question that he wanted to know most:
"That little bastard Bai Sheng didn't resist, did he? Are you satisfied with the beating I gave you?"
Chen Miao: “…”
Bai Sheng: “…”
Shen Zhuo buried his face in Bai Sheng's arms again, obviously very reluctant to talk to a stranger.
"Uncle." Bai Sheng sighed tiredly, "I don't know if he is satisfied or not, but I, your nephew, will be wasted the whole night."
Chairman Bai: “?!”
Bai Sheng hugged Shen Zhuo and walked out of the door with Chen Miao's look on his face that said "Fuck, can I listen to this for free?" His hair had just been rinsed with ice water and was not dry yet, so the tuft of white hair on top of his head was drooping listlessly, and his back showed a sense of vicissitudes of life.
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Perhaps because the hypothalamic neurohormonal disorder is intermittent, Shen Zhuo's side effects are also intermittent. When he was at Bai Sheng's house, he obviously needed a sense of security. After entering the Shenhai City Supervision Office, he seemed to be a little more sober. At least when getting out of the car, he did not let Bai Sheng hold him. He walked into the elevator alone, fragile and confused but strong.
Bai Sheng followed Shen Zhuo with bags and small bags in his hands, including the inspector's briefcase, the confidential data platform of the International Bureau, soft-boiled abalone rice for lunch, some sweet and salty snacks for the afternoon, a bottle of light salt water, a bottle of electrolyte water, and half a cup of fresh milk. He carefully escorted Shen Zhuo to the top floor of the Supervisory Office.