Waterboarding a Pig?

Sing Sing Chow is dreaming that he is doing the butterfly stroke in a swimming pool full of gold bars.

Just as he leaped into the air, preparing to dive into the pile of gold bars in a fancy way...

"Knock knock!"

"Get up! Come out and have breakfast!"

Rubbing his eyes, Sing Sing, sporting panda eyes, opened the door.

"What kind of soul-summoning is this so early in the morning... Holy crap?"

Outside the door, a stainless steel insulated trolley was parked in the living room.

The lid was lifted.

Good heavens!

Ginseng and goji berry black chicken soup, freshly grilled tomahawk steak, and even a small bowl of bird's nest that looked expensive.

Sing Sing's pupils dilated in shock, somewhat moved. "This... this is the level of hospitality I'm receiving?"

Soft Serve scratched his head, "Ah... no, Brother Zhou."

"This is a special breakfast allowance for Lorna, meant for those who do heavy physical or mental labor. She's tired of eating this every day, and said she wanted to give you something nourishing..."

It's not very harmful, but extremely insulting.

But Sing Sing resisted; he grabbed the steak and took a big bite.

"Tired of it? These capitalists... no, these top researchers are too corrupt!"

"Today, I must do my part to eliminate these leftovers for the sake of the country!"

At 10:00 AM, in the No. 3 core assembly workshop of the Space City.

Dozens of engineers and academicians were scratching their heads around the Rocket recovery shell.

"No way, Chief Designer Gao! The materials expand and contract with temperature changes, and the assembly error is as small as 0.02 millimeters! It will definitely fall apart in space!"

"0.02 millimeters... That means we'll have to stop work for three days to re-polish it! We can't afford to wait for our launch window!"

"Where's Ms. Luo? Is she at work today?"

Say "Polaris" Polaris you'll be there.

She strolled over, wearing overalls and noise-canceling headphones.

"Make way."

Polaris walked up to the titanium alloy shell and made a grabbing motion in the air with one hand.

"Buzz!"

The magnetic field enveloped the entire metal component.

Under the watchful eyes of a dozen pairs of accustomed eyes, the aerospace-grade titanium alloy emitted a subtle sound.

"Click!"

Perfect fit!

Perfectly fitted!

Polaris dusted off his hands and popped the bubble gum in his mouth.

"It's time to leave work, bye-bye~"

Sing Sing, who had come to watch, leaned against the entrance, chin raised.

Lao Gao turned around and saw Sing Sing, his face darkening.

He strode forward and stood in front of Sing Sing, arms outstretched.

"What are you doing here! Luo Gong is now the chief expert of our Space City!"

"Don't even think about taking her away! The secondment agreement is written clearly in black and white!"

"Hey Lao Gao, what's the panic?"

"I'm just here for a routine follow-up visit to see if you've been abusing any of our staff. Don't take her with you!"

Lao Gao wiped the sweat from his forehead, but his eyes remained wary.

Go look somewhere else, don't get in my way!

Noon, in the residential area square.

The sun was blazing overhead.

A long line formed in front of the Soft Serve ice cream truck.

They were all researchers with dark circles under their eyes.

"Give me a super minty burst! I need to stay up all night calculating orbital data!"

"I need a blueberry calming ball! That code is driving me crazy!"

The Soft Serve vendor was sweating profusely, constantly conjuring up ice cream of various colors in her hands.

Sing Sing squatted next to the beverage truck, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

A chance to make a fortune has arrived!

If you deduct his pay, can't you at least earn some extra money yourself?

"Xiao Ruan, last night I observed the celestial phenomena and discovered we're destined for a windfall..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

A pale fist somehow reached out from Sing Sing's right side, curved a corner, and landed on his nose.

Sing Sing screamed, covered his face, and staggered back three steps, blood gushing from his nose between his fingers.

"Lorna! Enough is enough! Don't hit someone in the face!"

Polaris stood beside him, raising an eyebrow. "You little comrade, you have no sense at all! What 'Lorna'? Call him Engineer Luo!"

"If you dare to trick her into working illegally again, next time it won't just be the capillaries in her nasal cavity that get ruptured!"

Sing Sing was on the verge of tears.

He, the director of the talent introduction office, was actually used as a punching bag by the very employee he had rescued.

If this gets back to the Beijing, how will Ling Ling Qi ever face the world again?

Sing Sing tilted his head back.

"I offered my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon swung its fist at me!"

Polaris ignored him.

The Soft Serve stand is only open during rush hour, and it's busy right now.

Sing Sing and Luo Gong, having nothing to do, went to the comprehensive vegetable market Space City.

Sing Sing had two wads of tissue stuffed in his nostrils, while Polaris walked beside him with his hands in his pockets, wearing sunglasses.

"Take a good look, buying groceries is an art."

He stopped in front of a pork stall.

The stall owner wielded a cleaver, chopping ribs with a loud thud.

"Boss, was this pork shoulder injected with water?"

The stall owner stopped chopping, his eyes wide. "What nonsense are you spouting! This is genuine local pork!"

"Don't give me that." Sing Sing casually picked up the piece of meat.

"The meat is whitish in color, loose in texture, and doesn't spring back when pressed. Did this pig attend swimming lessons before it died?"

The stall owner snorted and took a step forward, wielding his cleaver.

"Are you looking for trouble?!"

Sing Sing clasped his hands together and lowered his eyelids.

"Are you trying to lie to me, boss? If you're going to lie to me, just say so. How am I supposed to know you're trying to lie to me if you don't tell me?"

Even if you swear it's from a local breed, you still have to tell me the truth.

"Did you really poke water? Then just admit it! You didn't really poke water, did you? Did you really poke water?"

The bewildered stall owner stood frozen in place, knife in hand, unsure of what to do.

Therefore, one should have a kind heart.

"With a kind heart, one is no longer a cunning merchant, but a merchant of conscience. But you are not even a merchant of conscience."

"You're a watered-down merchant, a merchant who watered down his business and then refuses to admit it."

"Both pigs and water-injected pigs are born from the same sow. The difference is that water-injected pigs only become heavier after you inject water into them."

"The sow was four months pregnant, but she never expected that after her piglets died, she would be forced to drink a bellyful of water."

"If that pig knew what was going on in the afterlife, wouldn't it come after you?"

The stall owner's facial muscles twitched, and he opened his mouth but didn't make a sound.

"You enrolled the pig in swimming lessons, but it couldn't learn, and you forced it to learn—that's called water torture!"

"You're using something banned by the Geneva Conventions on pigs!"

"It provides meat when it's alive, and water when it's dead. Do you think it's a water dispenser?"

"Hands on your conscience... Hey, don't touch the knife, hands on your conscience! Are you still there? Was it also injected with water and swollen? Do you want me to help you get an appointment with a specialist?"

The vendor's knife trembled.

The most important thing in life is to be happy.

"When you're selling meat, the most important thing is conscience. If you press down on this meat and it doesn't bounce back, it's like my salary from last month—it's gone as soon as you press it down, without even a sound."

So...

"Stop talking!!"

The stall owner finally broke down, slamming the cleaver down on the cutting board with a bang, and squatted down, covering his head with his hands.

"I give up! I bet! I only bet a little bit! What do you want from me?!"