[The Little Hen] (Part 5)

(V)

Due to my mediocre relationship with Leader Xu, I was assigned to a mediocre construction company in the city. Upon

reporting for duty, a bunch of middle-aged female colleagues immediately came to check on me. When they learned from me that I was still

single , they all tried to play matchmaker for me.

I had no intention of leaving, so I readily cooperated with the older women on their blind dates. I was very shy

in front of , often blushing and speechless. The women would tease me, saying that I was just an honest and hardworking scholar.

If Xiaobai knew about my behavior, she would definitely think I was very humorous. My direct supervisor, Director Huang, patted

me on the shoulder and said, "Young man, do a good job." I nodded excitedly, expressing my determination to follow the example of the older comrades, to be fearless of

hardship and death, and to bravely shoulder the heavy responsibilities of the revolution. Director Huang noticed that I was easily swayed and obedient, and often

assigned me tasks with a satisfied smile. My legs were constantly on the go. I wasn't trying to gain the trust of my superiors to climb the ranks; I did this

because I was kind and compassionate. I deeply sympathize with veteran comrades like Director Huang. For

over a decade, he's driven by greed and shamelessness, abandoning all conscience for promotion and wealth, and even now, reaching the position of director hasn't been easy. If his subordinates

still don't obey, how can he demonstrate his dignity and value as a leader? Isn't the price he's paid

too high ? Under the sway of fate, we are all equally humble, and as human beings, I think

we should sympathize with each other. I often don't want to see others disappointed, so I try my best to meet his

psychological needs as a unit leader.

One day, he looked at me with a kind smile, and I noticed he looked much older than his age. Director Huang, only in his early

forties had quite a few gray hairs. He said, "Young man, let me introduce you to someone.

What do you think of Xiao Zhang from the office across the street?" Xiao Zhang, a vocational high school graduate, got her job because her parents were long-time employees.

Like many young women, she painted her face bright red and white, with trendy dark red or black lips. Her hair was dyed

chestnut brown, and she wore a tight-fitting, short, shiny top and equally shiny, skinny trousers. The women in this city are very

fashionable; they always manage to stay on top of trends. Popular magazines, blockbuster movies, hit songs, and trendy clothes

easily control their lives. If it weren't for work, I probably

would have had a hard time distinguishing her from a group of similar young women. To me, they were practically clones.

I humbly suggested that young people should prioritize their work, although dating should be considered. So I

agreed to get to know "Cloned Zhang" better.

Before I even had a chance to meet her, a little incident happened.

That day, near the end of the workday, I had a severe stomachache, so I rushed to the hospital for medication. As I left the hospital, I suddenly

remembered I hadn't turned off the main power, and several machines might still be running idle. To avoid any potential hazards, I

dutifully rode my bike back to the office. When I opened the office door, I saw a very erotic scene. They probably

hadn't expected anyone to show up at this moment, so for their own pleasure, they lay naked

on the large desk where we usually designed blueprints—a spacious area where they could happily have sex.

My desk, on the other hand, became a dumping ground for men's and women's clothing. At that moment, Zhang's pink bra and pale yellow

panties were exaggeratedly floating on top of those items. Director Huang's thin limbs and torso covered Zhang's

full short, youthful body. His penis, probably still inside her vagina,

lifted his head from her body, staring at me with his mouth agape like a toad. Everyone was surprised. I subconsciously

glanced at my watch. Unlike before, I didn't avoid the scene; I calmly observed it. The usually dignified

Director Huang must have felt incredibly good being caught in the act. I was no longer the obedient, humble

clerk. I calmly surveyed my huddled prey like a hunter, watching them

plead with me. Five minutes later, I left, carefully closing the door behind me.

From that moment on, I held a spiritual command over Director Huang; wherever I appeared, he was sure to be

filled with unease .

Before he could find a reason to fire me, I proactively went to resign.

At his luxurious desk, I spoke the truth to him for the first time.

I said, "Actually, you don't need to be afraid. Many people are just like you, engaging in emotional or physical adultery.

I won't look down on you for that. But you shouldn't seduce the young women in the office; it's a risky

thing to do. Young women these days are more complicated than you imagine. She might accept your sex and

other substantial benefits, then go and sue you, putting your hard-earned position in jeopardy—

that would be a real loss.

" Because of my understanding and advice, Director Huang didn't let me leave immediately after I signed my resignation; he wanted to hear

more from me. They were too repressed in the officialdom, even though they often derived pleasure from bossing around their subordinates

. He somewhat enjoys hearing the truth from me, provided we never see each other again.

I said, "If you really can't stand it, you can use public funds to go to hotels and sleep with prostitutes. Those women have fixed

prices, so you're much more trustworthy. They also have professional skills; they'll definitely satisfy you. As long as you're careful when you're with them,

you generally won't get STDs." Director Huang stared at me like a toad again; my brilliant remark had definitely struck

a chord . They're actually quite pitiful because they're constantly scheming against others or being schemed against; their minds are usually

rather dark. Nobody's born a scoundrel; a scoundrel isn't something you're born with, it's something you gradually cultivate, and it's certainly

not a pleasant process.

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