"Have you heard? Our district chief has been arrested."

"Isn't this common? He drank too much and smashed up that pub, or had a street fight or something. However, he is good at all. He is almost a mythical creature. He doesn't act arrogant even when he is impulsive and causes trouble. He is a good boy and the police station will wait.

The district office has gone to pick them up."

"But this time is different. I heard that he was taken away by someone with an armband."

"You mean the secret police?! What did he do? Wait, the central government sent the secret police to take away the guards of District 24. Do you know what this means? Are they crazy and want to start a civil war again?"

"Keep your voice down, keep your voice down. I heard that the district chief was suspected of murdering the head of Atel's diplomatic corps, and that he also took possession of the stolen goods on the spot. It is said that he was trying to rob the other person of Atel's rare metals. He was too harsh and impulsive.

crime."

"What a joke! Killing the diplomatic ambassador and declaring war are not far away. Such a big thing is just for a little rare metal? Our district still lacks this little rare metal? Even if your Excellency the district chief has no brains, he can't do it.

, maybe uh, he really has this possibility."

The voice of persistence became smaller and smaller. When I thought about the daily behavior of the "orc", what couldn't he do?

"Asshole, I always told you to take good care of that gorilla beast, but this time it really caused a murder, and the murder caused such a big fuss."

In the huge office hall, these two staff members were not the only ones chatting.

In a thriller like the story of the boss being kidnapped by the secret police, many people are eager to share their secrets and opinions, and there are people whispering everywhere.

Work? What is that? For those of us sitting in offices, communicating and passing information (gossip) are not one of our main jobs.

"Oh, it's easy to say. Who cares? Who can care about that quasi-mythical beast? Boss Zheng has resigned, so who can you rely on? That Wen who only hides in the office and cries hurts so much! Why are you hitting me?

"

"Hello, Secretary Wen!"

Regardless of the dissatisfaction of his colleagues, the staff stood up and shouted hello to the superior who happened to be passing by the window.

When his colleagues reacted, they quickly stood up with frightened expressions on their faces.

"Secretary-General Wen, you are busy."

"Okay, maybe you have heard some rumors, but during this extraordinary period, please continue to maintain a rigorous and upright work style and work normally as usual."

Wen Yiqi is the standing secretary-general of the district government and a reliable middle-aged backbone of the government agency. He has serious eyes under the ring glasses and has always had a serious work style.

In the past, he would probably say a few more words, but now the secretary-general, who is extremely busy due to emergencies, has no time to investigate the slack of the staff, so he hurried past with a sermon.

"There are tears around his eyes."

"Well, the pressure is quite high. We are indeed a bit excessive. We always compare ourselves with our predecessors, but Mr. Zheng has set several historical records. Taking over the class of such a person must be extremely stressful, not to mention how unreliable his direct superior is.

, look at him, his head is bald."

I had something confidential and urgent at hand, so I hurried to the Secretariat at the door. When I heard the keyword, I turned back instantly.

"I'm not bald, it's a racial trait!"

Panting, he ran back and roared furiously at the staff in the hall.

While shouting, he banged the plate in the middle of his head.

"I'm not bald! I've said it many times, and I'm not crying! It's a racial trait of our Kappa demi-humans to release salty water through our tear glands to balance the body's circulation!"

"The district chief doesn't listen to me either. I don't need comfort or a holiday. I'm not comparing myself to Zheng Li at all. Why don't you believe me when I say it? Also, I'm really not bald. Don't continue to spread rumors about me in private.

It’s bald!”

The roaring current "head of the district office" found that no matter what he said, others looked at him with sympathy.

"Ah, don't listen to Zheng Li's nonsense. I'm not bald, I'm not a crybaby, and I'm not a third junior brother with zero presence! Even when that guy was here, all the work was left to me, and I worked overtime every day.

I’ve never seen you say a good word about me.”

"Ah? What do you mean by your unbelieving looks? How could this be possible! You can go to the Personnel Bureau to check the overtime records. I am more than twice as good as the second place every year. How can you bully the honest middle-aged people who work hard overtime every day?

People? Damn it, you take everything that bastard says seriously, but you don’t believe anything I say!”

The angry secretary suddenly lowered his head and yanked the curly hair around his plate, proving that the "wig theory" was completely a malicious rumor made by someone.

"Look, Zheng Li is all nonsense. Isn't this a wig?"

"Look, look! Is the wig so strong? I pulled it off with all my strength!"

He pulled repeatedly and turned his head left and right to show his truth to everyone in the hall, proving that everything was a rumor. Everyone he looked at nodded wildly, but

"Click, Zhi!"

Suddenly, there was a sharp tearing sound, and the secretary-general took back his right hand and found that there was a handful of black curly hair on his empty right hand, which seemed a little familiar.

I saw it in a mirror this morning. I used a cute little ivory brush and conditioner to take care of my hair for half an hour.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The next moment, desperate screams echoed in the hall, and the design of the echo wall filled the entire room with an aura of despair.

A middle-aged kappa man hugged his head, knelt on the ground, and tried his best to stick the curly hair upwards. Tears fell like rain, crying like a child.

Now, he really needs the legendary thing

All the staff present tried their best to keep their faces straight and didn't even dare to look.

"You can't laugh, you can't laugh, you absolutely can't laugh, you will die if you laugh!"

But as a person, the more you don’t want to do something, the more instinctively you can’t help it.

In an instant, the person at the window who caused all this burst out laughing. He quickly reacted and covered his mouth, and his face turned pale with fright.

Secretary-General Wen, who was still crying just now, fell silent. He stood up slowly without even looking at the man.

He just carefully put the "hair" into his handkerchief, rolled it up and put it in a close place on his chest, then silently reached out and took it out.

"Bang!"

The giant scissor with a blade length of one and a half meters suddenly fell to the ground, and the overflowing spiritual energy directly turned into substance. He swung it violently, and the power of a top hunter caught everyone's attention.

"It is said that the initial form of the first spiritual blade is often the thing that a person desires most in his heart, scissors and hair!"

Everyone is a staff member of the Civil Affairs Department, and they have come into contact with countless initial spiritual blades. This default rule, which is regarded as implicit common sense, instantly came to mind in many people's minds.

"Ahem."

Some smart people instantly turned their urge to laugh into coughing, but some people couldn't help it, especially the citizens who were passing by on business, and some people didn't even know the current boss Wen.

"Haha, does he just want to get a quick haircut? How miserable."

"puff!"

Someone takes the lead, and a series of laughter gradually begins. The laughter will gradually become contagious, spreading a happy atmosphere in the air, especially to outsiders.

Wen Yiqi opened his mouth, "I just want a clean break" came to his mouth, but in the end he said nothing.

A certain middle-aged office worker who was not bald at all, in the echo hall surrounded by laughter, was so desperate that he even had no desire for revenge. The lonely back of him slowly walking out of the hall made people feel heartbroken.

"Boss Wen, Boss Wen, we are laughing because of the district chief's affairs. Look at him, even the head of the district was arrested. Hahaha, it's so funny."

"Yes, yes, that female orangutan is so funny! Hahaha!!"

"Well, well, Boss Wen, we can't do without you. Please cheer up and guide us in our work. Ha, the orc district chief is really unreliable. You must not commit suicide. You are awesome. We

I trust you the most.”

As for the comfort from colleagues behind the scenes, as well as all the actions of blaming the orc district chief, does anyone believe it?

Well, if someone believes it, at least he will force himself to believe it.

"Don't worry, I'll find a place to wash my face and calm down, then go back and work overtime. They can be irresponsible and leave work to fool around, but I can't. I'm your person in charge."

The social-minded middle-aged man without looking back, sticking out his thumb behind his back, is full of charm.

At this time, someone couldn't go on watching, and a little girl who was checking in suddenly ran over.

"Uncle, uncle, this is for you."

It was a girl's little flower hat. The cute little angel warmed the frustrated middle-aged man with kindness. How beautiful this scene was.

"Thanks."

Touching the little girl's head, the smiling kappa man put on his flower hat.

In a harsh world, this is such a rare pure kindness.

"Pfft, the hat is too small. It only covers the middle. The bald spot in the middle is even more obvious and is completely exposed."

But there are always people who don't know who they are. Will they suddenly make up for it without seeing that everyone else is desperately trying to hold it in?

Indeed, it was just a little cat hat for a little girl. It was worn on the big head of a Kappa demi-human. The layered ring structure made the bald area even more obvious.

Facing the faint laughter behind him, Secretary-General Wen ignored it. He just silently took off the flower hat and covered his face. There was no whimpering, and tears poured directly from the brim of the hat.

After a minute or two, there was a puddle of water on the ground. He took off the flower hat and put it on again.

"Thank you, little angel. Uncle has strength again, so he will go work overtime."

Seeing the secretary-general smiling like a Buddha, everyone present was deeply moved.

Sure enough, the secretary-general of Bailu District is not something ordinary people can do!

This was also a legendary day. From then on, the district office building had an unspoken rule that left no words.

Everyone knows, no one says.
Chapter completed!