The next day.
Lu Chengwen took leave to go out again.
Bu Ersun was terribly envious of that privilege.
They were all being held here for interrogation, yet Lu Chengwen could request leave by calling his grandfather, and it worked every time.
Once he explained the situation, he could go back to work. Then he had even brought a whole crowd here to work with him.
Today, he was taking leave again to attend a meeting.
I want leave too!
He went to request leave and came away with four hard slaps and two trails of tears, then returned to gnawing on his steamed cornbread.
Bu Ersun could hardly stop crying.
Gnawing on his cornbread, he looked at Little Transparent. "Come on, buddy, even some fried chicken and a burger would do. Who can stand cornbread and lumps of pickled vegetables every single meal?"
Little Transparent sounded utterly self-righteous. "You're here to be interrogated! Not to live like kings! Shall I get you lobster and abalone too? We have to break down your psychological defenses in every aspect of your lives and make you suffer. You think we're playing games with you?"
"Then how come Lu Chengwen gets something different every meal? Yesterday it was abalone and lobster, today it's hot pot, and apparently tomorrow they're roasting a whole lamb to reward all the employees..."
"Can you compare yourself to him? He's spending his own money!"
"I have money too! I want good food too!"
"You're a prime suspect. You think having money makes you special? In here, you can't spend it even if you have it!"
"But Lu Chengwen..."
"Just worry about yourself and figure out what you're going to say next time."
"I want to call my grandfather."
"Your grandfather's busy. Whatever you want to say, tell me."