Rules Weird Talk: I am more perverted than weird!

There was a crackling sound in the office. Xie Zian, with a pig head, looked up at another person in the room: "Foreman, look at him..."

The foreman whistled, and she turned around, with her back to the two of them, and took out a pair of headphones and put them on her head: "Listen to some music."

"The song was a little too loud, and it was so loud that I couldn't hear anything."

Xie Zian: "..."

Damn, can you make the water release more obvious?

This was unfair, but before he could finish his protest, he was met with another solid punch.

Pierre does things differently from Ivan, Vina and others.

He is very calm.

He beat people without any emotion, just to achieve his ultimate goal.

After a beating:

"Can you tell me?"

Xie Zian said stubbornly: "What are you talking about? What do you want to hear?"

Pierre pulled out his belt and told the foreman, "Go, get me some pepper spray."

"Oh."

The foreman took off his headphones and took out a bottle of chili oil from the drawer: "I use it for eating, here you go."

"Snapped."

A thick, long belt hit his body, and as soon as the wound appeared, chili oil dripped into it.

Xie Zian let out a hissing sound, tears streaming down his face from the pain.

The louder you laughed outside just now, the more painful you are crying now.

The audience in front of the screen hugged their arms unconsciously and took a deep breath.

To be honest, I didn't hit them, but it hurt just looking at them...

"I said, I said -"

Xie Zian shouted loudly.

Pierre continued to beat him until Xie Zian collapsed and fell to the ground, shaking slightly like a piece of rotten meat.

Pierre paused and said, "Go ahead."

At this moment, Xie Zian was no longer conscious and spoke out everything that was in his mind:

"I hate you."

Pierre showed no expression.

"It's all your fault. My brother had a chance to be promoted to a Grade A nurse right away, but it was ruined because of you."

He cried and complained: "Do you know what kind of life he lives every day as a B-level caregiver?"

"No, you don't."

Pierre: "..."

He felt that the person in front of him was talking too much nonsense.

Of course, he didn't know what Xie Zian's brother was like.

But… Pierre narrowed his eyes: “Your brother is a Class B caregiver?”

He had long discovered that this nursing home was very large and there was more than just this one building.

Pierre saw many nurses in the cafeteria. Besides himself, there were also nurses who were wearing the same clothes as him, and who were carrying big buckets, were dirty and looked very tired.

Who are those caregivers?

Based on the introduction of the rules, Pierre easily guessed the identities of these people; they were lower-level caregivers.

It's just that they seem to be scared or unable to communicate with themselves for some reason.

Pierre once followed these people to an old, dilapidated building, where he was stopped by the security guard at the door.

Grade A caregivers are not allowed to go to places where Grade B caregivers work.

They were not allowed to talk or communicate with each other and were completely separated by language.

However, B and C grade caregivers can still see the brilliance of A grade caregivers while eating, and they can’t help but feel envious and unbalanced.

He thought that Xie Zian couldn't bear to see his brother suffer and wanted to transfer someone to work here, so he held a grudge against him and felt that Xie Zian, the newcomer, had taken his brother's position.

"So what?" Xie Zian spat out a mouthful of blood. "He works as hard as an ox every day, but he only gets 3,000 yuan in salary, which is not even enough to pay for his own medical treatment."

Pierre didn't waste any words. He had wanted to learn about Class B caregivers for a long time, but he had never found the opportunity.

He took the initiative to speak:

"I can give this position to your brother, but the prerequisite is that you have to help me find someone."

"Really, really?"

At this point, the other two people in the room were stunned.

Xie Zian was even more incredulous. He asked suspiciously, "You are not lying to me, are you?"

Pierre laughed: "You mean money?"

"This little money is very important to you. But to me, it means nothing."

Eight thousand strange coins is not too much, but not too little either.

If it were Pierre who had just entered the ghost story, he would still be very lacking.

Just now...

"Stop talking nonsense, do you agree?"

Xie Zian agreed almost immediately without hesitation. Even if the other party was lying to him, didn't he have any better choice?

The person Pierre asked him to find was called Huang Shan.

"I understand." Xie Zian swallowed.

"Okay, thank you." Pierre nodded politely.

Xie Zian's face twitched. This thank you made his scalp tingle.

What kind of person is it that after beating someone half to death, he can still open his mouth and say the word "thank you" with an expressionless face.

He is simply an absolute devil.

The foreman called out from behind the man who was about to leave the office, with a complicated look on his face: "What on earth are you doing here?"

Pierre: "Mind your own business and don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask."

……

When I came out of the office, Mr. 14 had already returned. He hadn't touched the food on the table, and was drinking the health tea in big gulps, looking very anxious.

Just when Pierre went to the restaurant, the old man's family came to visit him and were called out.

In this way, he violated the provisions of the A-level nursing work manual.

[Rule 10: If a family member comes to visit, you need to accompany them throughout the visit and tell the foreman what the conversation is about.]

But Pierre had already bribed the foreman in advance, so it wasn't a big problem.

He lowered his head and asked softly what had just happened.

The old man had no time to answer until he finished all the health-preserving tea in the cup, lay comfortably in the chair, and let out a satisfied sigh.

"Grandpa's son is here today." The volunteer helped explain.

Pierre: "Son?"

"Yes, they came, and the old man praised you a lot in front of his own son." The volunteer glanced at Pierre, his face full of jealousy, and even his tone was sour:

"Alas, my biological son has been around for so many years, but he is not as useful as a caregiver."

Comment: "No wonder Pierre is going to be reported. Any son who comes here and sees this situation will be unhappy, right?"

"I think it's okay. If the son is really filial, he can take the old man to live in his own home. It's no big deal to put him in a nursing home."

"Tsk, things are quite complicated."

The volunteer took Pierre aside and said mysteriously, "I think his son wants to take the old man away. He has that intention."

Pierre: "He said that today?"

"I mentioned it, but the old man didn't agree. You better keep a close eye on him and don't let him get away."

Pierre nodded and handed him a strange 100-dollar coin: "Thank you."

"Hey, I didn't expect you to be so rich." The volunteer took the banknote, patted Pierre on the shoulder, and left happily.

Pierre's face fell and he immediately fell into thought.

There are rules for serving the elderly in the volunteers' and their own work manuals. But they are in a hostile relationship.

Volunteers seem to want to attract the attention of the elderly more every day?

But when it came to the matter of the family taking the elderly away, they became partners again.

Why is this happening? What is the pattern behind this?

Pierre kept thinking in his mind, and felt that something flashed by, and he was almost able to catch it.

He scratched his head.

Forget it, don’t be in a hurry, take your time.

At worst, I can just give up and get out later.