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Chapter 557 The farmer is so close to the turkey?
The group exited room 312 and walked along the corridor toward the stairwell.
People from other departments gradually joined the corridor: administrative clerks in gray uniforms, office workers in dark blue vests, and archive staff carrying folders.
Lin Feng walked in the middle of the group, with A Ying on his left, A Que on his right, and Su Wan two steps ahead.
He was a living, breathing human being, with rosy skin and warm breath, standing out conspicuously in this strangely formed group.
Several administrative clerks brushed past him, their gazes lingering briefly on him before shifting to Su Wan, A Ying, and A Que, their eyes filled with confusion.
A clerk, whose head was wrapped in grayish-white medical bandages, revealing only a pair of cloudy yellow eyes, slowed his pace. A hoarse breath escaped from between the bandages.
"...Humans?"
Several wandering gazes nearby instantly sharpened, focusing on Lin Feng.
Old Zhou stepped forward and patted Lin Feng on the shoulder in a rather affectionate manner:
"This is Lin Feng, our newest member in the temporary personnel management department. He's a very capable young man!"
The bandage tilted its head, and a dry, guttural laugh, as if something was stuck in its throat, escaped from beneath it.
"When did the farmer become so close to the turkeys?"
Su Wan's eyes turned cold, her gaze slicing through the crowd like a blade:
"What, did the bandages wrap too tight and blind you too? That unspeakable existence, you dare to casually spout off about it?"
"In the end, we're no different from humans; we're all just turkeys!"
The bandage seemed to freeze, its cloudy yellow eyes blinking through the gaps in the bandage:
"...Have you been brainwashed by humans?"
A man wearing a blue vest leaned over and whispered:
"You'd better mind your own business. Yesterday, Dr. Chen Lan, the head of the gynecology department, publicly announced in the cafeteria that she would protect him."
"Now Section Chief Su is clearly protecting him again—two S-level officers, and you, an unaffiliated staff member, can afford to offend them?"
The bandaged ghost fell silent, looking again at Lin Feng's retreating figure, and uttered a question through its throat: "What's so special about this kid?"
A clerk next to me, wearing a breathing mask, spoke in a muffled voice through the mask:
"These days... whoever feeds you is your mother. Who told this kid to be so rich? I heard he spent 10,000 ghost coins in the cafeteria yesterday just to buy some peace and quiet."
"To be honest... I'm actually thinking of getting to know them."
Bandaged Ghost: "..."
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At the entrance of the cafeteria, Vassim, Evelyn, and Martha were already waiting there.
Lin Feng approached, his gaze sweeping over the leaf badges on their chests—
Vassim's turned into a light green B-grade, Evelyn's was upgraded to an emerald green S-grade, and Martha remained a golden green A-grade.
Evelyn glanced at the emerald green leaves on Lin Feng's chest, raised an eyebrow slightly, and said with a smile:
"The S-class is stuck to you, and you can't shake it off."
Lin Feng's lips curled slightly: "Congratulations on getting an S-rank. You can have a nice meal at noon."
Evelyn shrugged. "Just lucky."
Although Wasim was only a B-rank, he showed no sign of distress; instead, he looked relieved.
"I'm already incredibly lucky to be alive. Thanks to Evelyn, otherwise I would have died this morning."
"There's even a Grade B meal available for lunch, thank Allah for His blessing."
Su Wan and her group walked straight into the cafeteria without stopping.
After all, people are different, and it would be really inappropriate for them to gather together and chat at the entrance of the cafeteria.
Just then, a few more figures appeared at the entrance of the cafeteria.
Leading the way was Derek—the black boxer from that beautiful country.
After receiving electroconvulsive therapy in the morning, he was left barely alive. Later, someone assigned him to work as a "coal feeder" in the boiler room.
Now his entire body is even darker than before, with a layer of coal ash embedded in his clothes, skin, and even under his fingernails.
He was being supported by two people on either side, his legs were as weak as cooked noodles, and he was panting heavily, each breath accompanied by a bellows-like noise.
The badge on his chest indicated a grade C—meaning that what awaited him at noon was a bowl of moldy, spoiled rice from the previous day.
Not far behind him, Nikolai strode over.
He had clearly done a good job as a pharmacist in the morning, and the gold-green Grade A badge on his chest was particularly eye-catching.
Then, a scent arrived at the cafeteria entrance before the person could even react.
That's Hidetoshi Kuroki.
His face was ashen, and he spat every few steps, as if desperately trying to rinse away some lingering taste from his mouth.
Wasim pinched his nose and muttered in a low voice:
"Did this guy get his hemorrhoids licked by some weirdo?"
Evelyn had already taken two steps back, her voice muffled inside her sleeve: "Hurry up and get into the cafeteria."
After saying that, he turned around and rushed into the cafeteria.
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Behind the S-class window stood a nimble female chef, her custom-made white chef's uniform spotless.
She looked down and carefully checked the bright green S-level leaf badges on the two people's chests. After confirming that the ratings were correct, she turned around and began preparing the meal in an orderly manner.
Black truffle foie gras filet mignon, shrimp and avocado salad, black truffle foie gras filet mignon, seafood handmade pasta, garlic roasted shrimp, tiramisu, and a glass of special juice are arranged on two plates in that order.
The presentation was exquisite, the portion generous, and the steam carrying the rich aroma of oil wafted outwards in concentric circles.
The chosen ones at the nearby windows all turned their heads simultaneously, their eyes fixed on the two set meals, their Adam's apples bobbing up and down, before they had no choice but to look away.
The rules are there, but you can't benefit from them just by looking at them.
Lin Feng and Evelyn sat down at the table with Vassim and Martha, carrying their trays.
A plate of fried rice sat in front of Vassim. The rice grains were fairly loose, and it was topped with a few green peas and bits of scrambled eggs. It didn't look bad at all.
He scooped up a spoonful, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and surprisingly revealed a hint of satisfaction:
"I didn't expect the fried rice here to be so delicious, hehe, it's a pity you two can't have any."
Lin Feng smiled, didn't reply, and cut a piece of steak into his mouth.
Not far away, Su Wan, A Ying, and A Que had also gotten their food and found a table to sit down.
Su Wan picked up her cup and took a sip of water, her gaze inadvertently sweeping over Lin Feng's table.
Just then, I saw Lin Feng and Evelyn sitting face to face, with identical meals in front of them.
Evelyn lowered her head to take a bite of pasta, then looked up and said something. Lin Feng smiled slightly and replied. Their eyes met briefly in the air.
Su Wan's brow furrowed slightly without her noticing.
She put down her cup, turned her head, and said to A-Que:
"Ah Que, go and call Lin Feng over. He's from the temporary personnel management department; he should eat with us."
A-Que paused for a moment: "But..."
Ah Ying had already stood up, walked straight to Lin Feng's side, bent down and whispered something in his ear:
"Section Chief Su wants you to come over for lunch and chat about work this afternoon."
Lin Feng was taken aback. The afternoon's work?
Isn't it just cleaning and tidying up the office?
What's there to talk about?
He glanced up, his eyes sweeping over Evelyn across the table, then at Su Wan's table, and suddenly understood something. A slight smile played on his lips.
"Okay, I'm coming right now."