Five days later, afternoon.
Seaside Center, storage room.
Dong Xuebin panted as he carried a stack of towels. "Xiao Shi, the guest room towels are running low. Let's wash them quickly."
"Yeah, you go first." Xiao Shi listlessly found two new bed sheets. "I'll bring some things to the guest rooms."
"Right, bring back a bag of laundry while you're at it. They might be short over there."
Xiao Shi nodded and pushed the door open. "Got it."
For five straight days, Dong Xuebin had been slaving away washing towels at the center. Every day left him exhausted beyond words. He had never done this much work in his life. Though he was extremely impatient, he still persevered for the sake of the job. Besides working, he deliberately observed the center's layout—the location of the manager's office, where things could be hidden, who their boss was, and so on. But because he was low-ranking, he had gained very little and remained in the dark about many things.
This couldn't go on. If he delayed any longer, even if the cultural relics really were here, they would be moved sooner or later! He had to think of something!
Dong Xuebin was walking down the corridor, about to head to the back and wash towels, when someone suddenly called out to him.
It was Crew Cut. "Xie Hao, put the towels down first. Come with me."
Dong Xuebin's heart tightened with suspicion. "Where are we going?"
"The guest in Room 303 needs a massage. We're short-handed right now, so go fill in."
"But I've never learned how."
"Close enough is fine. You know how to knead someone, don't you?"
With no other choice, Dong Xuebin followed him upstairs. At the end of the corridor, Crew Cut pointed out the room and briefly