Chapter 52: The Bone of Immortality

Lin Feng, that clueless kid, had once again managed to snatch a cup of tea from Bureau Chief, who felt his blood pressure soaring.

He took a sip of tea to calm down.

No, the more he drank, the angrier he got.

It wasn’t that he begrudged that pinch of tea leaves (though he was a little pained), it was just that the kid deliberately provoked him.

It took him half a day to calm down.

The Bureau Chief Qin Qing encountered was completely different from the one he was now.

Bureau Chief picked up the phone and dialed the Municipal Office, Deputy Secretary Yan.

“Old Yan, I trust I didn’t disappoint you.”

“You old rascal, you’re really showing off now,” Deputy Yan sighed. “If it weren’t for your guarantee, and if it were someone else, I really wouldn’t have made this decision.”

Bureau Chief laughed heartily, “So, I’m your lucky star, aren’t I?”

“I owe you one.”

They were talking about the municipal reshuffle. The Secretary was about to complete his term and be transferred. Both Deputy Yan and another Deputy Li had a chance, but this time, the Yudai Gorge incident gave Deputy Yan a push. It was basically a done deal.

Speaking of which, both of them were filled with emotion. Who would have thought?

Deputy Yan was ten years younger than Bureau Chief, but they had worked together when they were young. They were old colleagues and old friends.

This time, Bureau Chief went directly to Deputy Yan. At that time, it was an emergency, and he didn’t explain everything. Otherwise, no matter how much Deputy Yan trusted him, he wouldn’t have made such a big decision based on a fortune teller’s words.

Later, Bureau Chief explained in detail.

Even though Deputy Yan experienced it firsthand, he still found it incredible.

But such incredible things did exist, and they even influenced and boosted his career.

Bureau Chief went to the cafeteria at noon.

Master Chef was helping to serve food at the window.

“Oh, Bureau Chief, you’re here to eat in person?” This one also didn’t know how to talk.

Bureau Chief stood with his hands behind his back.

“Is it that rare? I even breathe in person.”

Master Chef He knew he had said the wrong thing and chuckled, “You know I didn’t mean that.”

Bureau Chief lived close to home, just a few steps away. He also had diabetes, so he usually ate at home and rarely came to the cafeteria.

This time, he happened to think of Qin Qing’s words, and when he got off work, he turned his steps and walked to the cafeteria.

He glanced around at the dishes and indeed didn’t see any shrimp.

He waved to Master Chef through the glass window, “Old He, come on, it’s time for you to work your heart out for the bureau.”

–

It was a mix of joy and sorrow.

To the outside world, through the entertainment-oriented spread of self-media, Shanyu City Meteorological Bureau’s prediction this time was simply a derby of three emperors and a feat surpassing five emperors.

In reality, in places no one knew about, their unit, from top to bottom, was writing self-criticisms.

Self-criticisms about why a prediction was made by a civilian who was wanted by no one and had no equipment.

Although the official side turned the tide this time and everyone celebrated, everyone knew what was really going on.

The Meteorological Bureau was forced to bear a false halo, with unspoken bitterness.

They were also very wronged.

It wasn’t that they couldn’t make such hydrological predictions, but who would pay attention to a wild gully that had never had a record of rising water?

Self-criticisms were written over and over again, from professional technology to ideological awareness, they were almost drained.

At first, it was grievance, then anger, and finally it transformed into motivation.

What the heck? This kind of blind cat hitting a dead mouse incident could also be used to pick on them.

Let’s do it.

After an internal summary meeting, they thoroughly reviewed this “humiliation,” and the meteorological side decided to do something big.

They planned to develop a comprehensive monitoring and early warning system.

Forget about wild streams rising, even if the drain under your eaves is about to overflow, they’ll give you a warning. See if you’re annoyed then. How will you pick on them then?

This time, the Meteorological Bureau, from top to bottom, was united in purpose.

This plan was not told to anyone before it was developed. It was to endure hardship and seek revenge!

–

Qin Qing didn’t know about these things.

She was bored at work in the studio, dealing with overly enthusiastic clients.

Xiao Song brought two large basins of oil-braised shrimp to the studio. When uncovered, they were still steaming hot, filling the room with fragrance.

“Teacher Qin, this was made by our Bureau Chief out of his own pocket, asking Master He from the cafeteria to do it. I heard you like it, so he specially made me rush it over to you.” Xiao Song’s hands were also hot from holding it, so he placed it directly on the table in the reception room. “You all don’t know, when they were cooking these shrimp, the cafeteria smelled amazing. Bureau Chief gave an order that no one could touch them, so not even half a shrimp whisker was touched in the bureau. They were all delivered here.”

It was indeed fragrant.

Bureau Chief could still give her shrimp, which probably meant he wasn’t deterred by her unreliable remarks and didn’t regret sending her the consultant request.

Bureau Chief was generous.

At that time, there were guests, not for consultation, but people who had previously purchased services and had a very good experience, coming to express their gratitude.

They were halfway through their thanks when Xiao Song arrived.

The guest felt embarrassed to eat someone else’s work meal here, but couldn’t resist, and asked, “Little brother, what’s the name of your restaurant? It smells so good, I’ll go patronize it later.”

Xiao Song looked at the guest, then at himself.

Although he was wearing casual clothes, did he look like a delivery person?

Xiao Song felt this person was particularly tactless and didn’t want to bother with him. However, the guest was too persistent and asked twice.

Only then did he turn to the guest, with a forced smile, “Our food is not open to the public, ordinary people can’t eat it.”

The guest became even more interested.

“Is it membership-based?” the guest said, “Little brother, you underestimate me. I have no other hobbies, I just love to eat. In this Shanyu City, as long as you name a place, I will find a way to eat it. Speak boldly.”

Xiao Song chuckled.

He felt this person was too annoying.

“I dare to say, but you might not dare to go.”

After saying that, Xiao Song didn’t want to entangle with this tactless guy anymore and directly showed his ID.

“Police…” The guest was truly startled and retreated half a meter.

“How about it? Do you dare to go?” Xiao Song said, “These two pots of shrimp were stir-fried by our cafeteria’s master chef, and Bureau Chief personally ordered them to be delivered.”

Qin Qing went to wash her hands and came out, only to find that the guest’s gaze towards her was not quite right, or rather, it was increasingly respectful.

How inexplicable.

Xiao Song: “The things have been delivered, my task is complete, I’m leaving now.”

The guest also got up to leave.

“I am leaving too, I won’t disturb your meal.”

“Stay and have some?” Qin Qing feigned politeness.

“No, no.” The guest repeatedly waved his hands in refusal, “I can’t afford it, I can’t afford it.”

Since Qin Qing added points, her five senses seemed to have improved. She heard the guest muttering as he turned around, “So Teacher Qin has such a strong backing, even her work meals are sent from the Police Station.”

Qin Qing: “…”

This misunderstanding was huge.

Master He’s cooking was truly something else. No wonder the young police officers couldn’t forget it.

Two basins of large shrimp, two flavors.

One spicy, one with garlic.

Each large shrimp was a palm’s length. With two basins like this, Bureau Chief had really gone all out.

Each one was deveined and butterflied, cooked just right. The shrimp meat was fresh and springy, the shells crispy and incredibly flavorful.

Qin Qing didn’t peel the first few, just bit into them directly, which had a unique flavor.

Two large basins were more than enough for the few people in the studio.

They couldn’t help but slurp up every last drop of juice from their fingers.

Finally, there was a little sauce left at the bottom of the basin. Qin Qing instructed an employee to go downstairs and get two bowls of cooked plain noodles to mix in.

The result was that everyone was stuffed.

Then they ordered digestive pills for delivery and took them before leaving work.

Han Jun had quite the potential as a househusband. While everyone else was holding their stomachs and lying flat, he managed to wash the two basins clean.

“Boss, what about these two basins? Should I return them on my way home?”

Qin Qing struggled to sit up.

“No, I’ll take them with me next time I visit Bureau Chief, and personally thank him for feeding us, oh, no, for his care for the younger generation.”

Lu Yang raised his hand, “Boss, take me with you when you go. I’m strong, I can carry it back no matter how heavy it is.”

Liang Jian said, “I’ll go too. With so much food, Yangzi alone can’t protect it.”

Qin Qing: “…”

What’s wrong with these two?

He’s a Bureau Chief, with an official position.

Are you addicted to freeloading?

But, seriously, Master He’s cooking was truly amazing.

Does every sub-bureau hide a culinary master?

Ah, what a pity. Indeed, all good talents are handed over to the country.

Yang Sang egged her on, “Boss, you can’t say that. If you agree to be their sub-bureau’s consultant, the police station cafeteria will be open to you. And when you work with other sub-bureaus, it’s not impossible to visit their cafeterias. People will even praise you for being frugal, not accepting invitations, and only eating in the cafeteria.”

Lou Xinyue: “Then we can also bask in the boss’s glory and get some free meals.”

That makes a lot of sense.

It seemed there was one more reason to agree to be a consultant.

–

The students had to go back to school, but the studio’s work had to continue.

The recruitment of sales representatives was proceeding in an orderly manner.

Overall, Qin Qing was a generous boss. The studio’s overall benefits were good, but not many people came for interviews, probably because they saw the company was too small and new, and worried it was a shell company.

But there were always some brave ones.

Zheng Yi was professional and could filter out unsuitable candidates well.

The people she finally presented to Qin Qing, she couldn’t find anything wrong with them.

Qin Qing conducted the second interview, just chatting casually. What they talked about wasn’t important anyway, what was important was what was written in the Panel Log.

What a great Skill! Before, when she interviewed for HR positions, they complained she had no professional background or experience.

They deserved not to get her.

This time, Zheng Yi specifically pointed out one person in the resumes he handed to Qin Qing.

“Boss, this person, I think she’s quite lazy. I didn’t want her at first, but in the initial interview, she said she was a Practitioner of Xuanmen (Mystic Arts). If she really is, it wouldn’t be a loss to hire one, she could help you share the burden. But I’m not sure if she’s a liar. Anyway, she seems quite confident.”

Practitioners of Xuanmen (Mystic Arts)?

Those guys who even think they are very mysterious?

Aside from having an extraordinary sense of conviction about their identity, they seemed no different from ordinary people.

It made Qin Qing still doubt whether non-scientific existences truly existed.

That strong man who claimed to be a Practitioner of Xuanmen (Mystic Arts), oh, no, she was a female hero.

Her name was Wu Yong.

Her major was cultural industry management.

She didn’t know what her hobby was, but this sounded like a major that couldn’t find a job and was just making up the numbers.

Graduating next year, currently a prospective senior.

Her resume was blank, and her intention was to be an intern at the studio.

See, she knew it. Studying this major was like not studying at all.

Couldn’t find a job, right?

She looked normal in the photo, with regular features and a plain bun.

Qin Qing pointed at the photo: “Okay, you call her first, I’ll chat with her.”

If she was a liar, she would be dismissed quickly. She wouldn’t even bother to investigate, daring to lie to her face.

The applicant wore a dark blue oblique-collared short top and black loose pants.

Paired with a pair of Converse black sneakers???

Stepping into Qin Qing’s office, she first looked around the environment with her hands behind her back. Then, without waiting for Qin Qing to greet her, she sat down on the chair in front of Qin Qing’s desk and looked at her curiously.

“Hello, I’m Wu Yong. Are you the boss of this company?”

And Qin Qing, as soon as they met, was stunned by her.

It wasn’t because of the applicant’s seemingly aggressive behavior, but because this person’s Talent Slot truly blinded her eyes.

[Talent 1: Star-Entering Bone – 90]

[Talent 2: Stability – 80]

[Talent 3: Luck – 70]

Mama mia, she saw something unscientific.

One second she was thinking of kicking the liar out, the next second she was shown a Star-Entering Bone?

What was a Star-Entering Bone?

“One who has the bone of immortality in the chest is called a Star-Entering Bone.”

Legend has it that those with this bone have their names recorded in the immortal registry, and after death, they are destined to be ranked among the immortals.

Whether they can truly become immortals is unknown, but it is usually a term used in Taoism to describe people with extraordinary and transcendent qualities.

Qin Qing wanted to pat the System Panel. Was it broken?

As a representative of black technology, how could it display such unscientific things!!!