Sima Zhao's Intentions and Dragon King Grandma

Upon arriving at the resettlement area, Lao Zhou immediately noticed that Daken was scratching his head and ears like a child with ADHD.

There were several exam papers in front of him, crumpled up like dried pickled vegetables.

Upon hearing this, Daken turned around and saw that it was Sing Sing. He then jumped up from his chair.

He grabbed the notebook from the table and leaned over, extremely excited.

"Boss, look at the new China poem I just learned!"

Daken proudly shoved the notebook right in front of Sing Sing's face.

Sing Sing leaned back strategically to create a safe distance, lowered his eyelids and glanced at the thin page. On it, two lines of large, crooked characters, like dog scratches, were crawling.

Two yellow weasels sang in the green willows, a branch of red apricot blossoms peeked over the wall...

What kind of grotesque, Frankenstein-like poem is this?

If Ye and Du were to witness this ability to orchestrate a cross-time and space marriage, they would probably turn in their graves on the spot.

Sing Sing cursed inwardly, but forced a kind smile onto his face.

"What a wonderful poem! It's so inspired, it's like the God of Literature has descended to earth!"

Sing Sing patted Daken on the shoulder and showered him with praise. The little wolf cub, beaming with pride, puffed out his chest and howled at the top of his lungs:

There's an old China saying, "Sima Zhao's intentions are obvious to everyone!"

Sing Sing Chow was completely bewildered; he even wondered if water had gotten into his ears.

Does this kid even realize what kind of nonsense he's spouting?

My current ambition is as clear as day: to get out and work as soon as possible, and contribute to the country as soon as possible!

Daken spoke with conviction, and his righteous and awe-inspiring demeanor truly gave him the air of someone ready to sacrifice himself for his country.

Sing Sing sized up the kid's impatient expression and sneered inwardly.

This person is clearly so frustrated with pinyin that they want to go out and start a fight!

Why are you putting on an act of a passionate young man with him here?

Daken's intentions are clear to everyone.

"Young comrade, you have a very high level of awareness." Sing Sing pulled over a chair and sat down.

"But your China is far from good enough. You can't even understand a road sign. Are you expecting to peel potatoes for the country with those two bone spurs?!"

Daken scratched his head anxiously, his neck stiff, just about to open his mouth to refute.

"Don't give me that nonsense. Our bureau values well-rounded qualities. Someone without education is just a brute, a disgrace to the organization!"

Daken shrank back, his enthusiasm completely dampened by the cold water, and could only dejectedly retreat to his chair.

After dealing with this troublemaker, Sing Sing turned to look Ichirai Hisako Ichiki, who was engrossed in reading a dictionary.

Noticing the gaze, Ichirai Hisako quickly stood up, placed her hands along the seams of her trousers, and bowed respectfully.

"Hello, Director Zhou, I can already recognize many Chinese characters."

Ichirai Hisako greeted him in somewhat broken but clear Mandarin.

Sing Sing felt very comfortable listening to this fluent Mandarin. This was a truly worry-free and good employee!

He's a hundred times better than that muscle-bound illiterate guy next to me!

"Good, good, keep it up. You'll only have learning tasks for the next few months. Once you pass the evaluation, you'll be assigned specific formal positions."

When Daken heard that he would have to study for several more months, his face turned as green as if he had swallowed a dead fly.

"By the way, Old Jin from Taoshan in Northeast China Peach Mountain recently applied for family visit leave and will buy a standing ticket to come see you in a few days."

Sing Sing Chow raised an eyebrow at Daken.

Upon hearing his father's name, the little wolf cub's stubborn pride began to fester again.

"What... what's he doing here? I don't even know him!?"

"Visiting relatives? You're his own son. It's only natural for a father to see his son. Do you expect me to submit an application for you?"

Daken was completely exasperated, slumped in his chair, staring blankly at the pinyin notebook on the table, a flicker of panic and anticipation in his eyes that even he himself didn't realize.

Then, following the new employee handbook, he gave the two of them a pep talk.

The phrase "If you don't study hard today, you'll be doing manual labor tomorrow" convinced the two new recruits to nod repeatedly.

After successfully completing his PUA session Sing Sing strolled out of the classroom, secretly praising his brainwashing skills, thinking it would be a waste of his talent not to open a training course.

Back in his office, Sing Sing sat in his executive chair and began to make plans.

With things being so tense lately, I need to go to the grassroots level and visit the comrades who are fighting on the front lines.

To avoid Wang Pangzi finding fault with him every day and constantly trying to make things difficult for him.

Then we can also use public funds to go out for a few days of eating, drinking, and having fun...

Hey, that's what you call a balance between work and rest!

After thinking for a moment, Sing Sing flipped through the roster on the table, scanning line by line, his gaze finally settling on a name.

Ororo Munroe, the Storm, who cooperated with the meteorological department in Northwest Shanxi.

I should go there and try some authentic mutton stew, hand-pulled mutton, and yellow millet cake... Just thinking about it makes my mouth water.

Having made up his mind, Sing Sing went straight to the deputy director's office.

He pushed the door open and saw Uncle Biao sitting there reading a newspaper with a teacup in his hand.

Sing Sing leaned closer, rubbing his hands together with a fawning smile, "Uncle Biao... I'm going to the grassroots to understand the people's situation. Could you approve a hundred thousand or twenty thousand yuan for my travel and accommodation expenses as a backup?"

Uncle Biao adjusted his glasses, put down his teacup, glared at him, and began to curse:

"You think I'm a money-printing machine? A trip to Northwest Shanxi costs 100,000 yuan? Are you going to eat dragon meat or stay in a golden palace?"

"It's all about saving money while traveling, right? I'm representing the 749 Bureau here, I can't possibly stay in one of those cheap, 50-yuan hotels with shady dealings, can I?"

Sing Sing argued his case forcefully.

Uncle Biao wasn't buying it at all. After thinking for a moment, he opened a drawer, signed a receipt, and slammed it on the table.

"Three thousand yuan. Go get the money from Anton. Take it or leave it. Anything over that you have to pay out of your own pocket. Don't think I don't know how much secret money you've been hiding!"

Sing Sing, quick as a flash, stuffed the receipt into his pocket, afraid the old man would change his mind.

Two days later, in the afternoon, at a train station in a county town in Northwest Shanxi.

Sing Sing squeezed out of the station with the crowd, and was so shocked by the sight before him that he stopped in his tracks.

In the center of the train station square stands a statue more than three meters tall, with incense burners and offerings placed around its base.

Even more outrageous was the fact that the surrounding area was filled with the smoke of incense, resembling a peach banquet, with a group of elderly men and women kneeling on prayer cushions, kowtowing and chanting incantations.

"May there be enough rain this year, so the crops can have a good harvest..."

"May my grandson get into university and find a good job after graduation..."

Several neighborhood committee women in red vests were using loudspeakers to maintain order and prevent people queuing to burn incense from crowding together.

"Line up properly! Three incense sticks each. The Dragon King Grandma is watching; sincerity is key!"

Sing Sing squinted and carefully examined the statue through the smoke.

The more I look at it, the more outrageous it seems.

Why do these woman's facial features look so familiar?

Look again at that Cloak fluttering in the wind, and that domineering pose with one finger pointing to the sky.

Isn't that Storm?!