President, Our Egg Is Lost

Chapter Twelve: Just see if this little master won’t rip your skin off to make cured bacon!

Tonight was Ji XiaoYu’s last night in the little restaurant. He had packed up his few belongings in a canvas bag and cleaned the attic again. When he was done, he took a shower and lay down in bed. He touched the little white egg and said, “My child, Daddy is going to start a new job tomorrow and also move to a new home. Are you happy or not?”

The little white egg naturally didn’t answer, lying quietly in the palm of his hand.

Ji XiaoYu pressed a kiss on the little white egg, then put it under his belly and turned off the light to sleep.

At this moment, Wu YaoQiang downstairs could have knocked the roof off with his snoring and Ji XiaoYu had to pull the quilt and cover his head to filter out a bit of the noise.

Luckily, he no longer went on a rampage when he didn’t sleep well, as he had in the time before laying his egg. Otherwise, Qiang Zi Ge wouldn’t be so at ease right now.

He knew it was definitely impossible for Boss Li to spend money on renting a house outside for his staff. He could only hope that his accommodations would improve after entering HongSheng, so that he could have a relatively independent, private space to incubate his egg.

He didn’t know how long it had been but Ji XiaoYu, covered with the quilt and dozing, faintly heard a little rustle of movement in the room, just like a rat crawling around. Although the sound was soft, it was more annoying than Wu YaoQiang’s snoring.

This damn rat actually dares to be impudent on the turf of this pheasant spirit. Just see if this little master won’t rip your skin off to make cured bacon!

Ji XiaoYu pulled the quilt off his face and suddenly found a dark thing crouching in front of the bed, sticking out a paw and probing under the quilt. He was so frightened that goosebumps sprung up on his skin in an instant.

As a pheasant spirit, Ji XiaoYu also had the shortcoming of ordinary birds, that is, relatively poor night vision, so it was hard to see his surroundings in a dimly lit environment. However, he hadn’t closed the curtains before going to sleep tonight. The light of the streetlights outside shone into the attic through the gap in the curtains, so that he could somewhat make out what was in front of the bed.

It was about the size of an average medium-sized dog, covered with black fur, with a sharp, pointed face and long whiskers, and a pair of pea-sized sneaky, black eyes like a thief’s. It had sharp claws and a thin tail a meter long behind itself.

It was a rat, but not an ordinary rat. It was an evil rat spirit!

Ji XiaoYu’s heart went cold and then he snapped his palm out like a blade, slashing hard on the extended paw of the rat spirit.

The rat spirit screamed out a “squeak” in pain and retracted his right paw.

“Which gutter did this rat spirit crawl out of? This little master has no grudge against you, so what’s with this sneak attack in the middle of the night?” Ji XiaoYu scolded, bouncing up from the bed like a big carp. The quilt was thrown to the side, revealing the faintly glowing little white egg in the middle of the bed.

The rat spirit didn’t answer. At that moment, a touch of greedy thievery flashed through his eyes. In spirt of the pain in his right paw, he extended his left paw to grab the little white egg.

This wretch, he’s actually coming for my own egg, damn! Ji XiaoYu had a change of face and he shot one foot forward towards the rat spirit’s head and kicked hard.

This kick was full of power and, facing this gust of wind, the rat spirit had to shrink back his head and dodge. Then he rolled in place and the rat spirit turned into a skinny, horrible man. It was the guy Ji XiaoYu had smelled the scent of the sewer on in front of the little restaurant the other day!

Ji XiaoYu remembered the words that Hou ChangSheng had said back then, that the eggs he laid was like a panacea for some monsters to improve their strength. An alarm bell suddenly rang in his heart and he stood in front of the bed, blocking the little white egg. With his fists clenched, he glared at the rat spirit, “Daring to steal this little master’s egg, you’re courting death!”

Half of the rat spirit’s face had been hit by the gust from Ji XiaoYu’s leg. It had instantly swelled up and turned red, but he didn’t give up. He crossed his hands in front of his body and sharp, blade-like black nails popped up from his fingertips, throwing out a ‘come on’ gesture.

Ji XiaoYu didn’t dare to connect with those, so he grabbed the bedside table next to him to hold in front of his body.

The rat spirit’s long claws penetrated the bedside table like a tofu, cutting straight towards Ji XiaoYu’s chest with a splash of sawdust.

Ji XiaoYu turned the bedside table around like a steering wheel, twisting the rat spirit’s claws to temporarily reduce his offensive power.

The rat spirit wasn’t in a hurry to grab the little white egg; he sprang up again aggressively with his ten fingers spread.

Ji XiaoYu dodged left and right for a moment, then suddenly lifted his leg for a whirlwind kick. The rat spirit reacted very quickly too, ducking his head towards his knees.

Ji XiaoYu’s foot, which had been dodged, landed on the wardrobe. A clatter broke out and the rickety wardrobe was completely smashed.

The snoring sound from the restaurant downstairs seemed to stop as if a pause button had been pressed and then it rang out loudly again.

Before Ji XiaoYu had time to turn around, the rat spirit’s eyes shone brightly and he shot his claws forward, targeting his back.

Ji XiaoYu heard the sharp whistle of air coming from behind his head so he immediately backflipped behind the rat spirit. He then jumped up and kicked the back of the rat spirit several times.

The rat spirit screamed and flew forward, hitting the air conditioner hung in the corner of the attic head-on. There was the muffled sound of bones breaking and then he fell heavily to the floor.

There was a loud snap that filled the air and then the wall of the attic cracked in several places like cobwebs. The old air conditioner swayed twice after the blow and then fell down and, falling straight, hit the rat spirit’s head.

The rat spirit spewed a mouthful of blood with a “squeak” and his eyes rolled back.

No way, is he dead? Although Ji XiaoYu had been on good terms with all the spiritual beasts on Xiao Qing Shan, he had still had a small quarrel with them every three days and a large one every five, but this was the first time he had struck such a powerful blow. His heart shuddered and he couldn’t help but go up to look at the rat spirit’s condition.

But just as he walked up before him, the rat spirit suddenly moved again. In an instant, his body shrank down into his original form. Through the gap between Ji XiaoYu’s legs, he snuck out and then he broke the window with a “bang” and escaped.

Ji XiaoYu ran to the window and saw that the big rat was rushing around in the dark alley and, in the blink of an eye, there was no trace of him and he had to stop looking. The rat spirit’s injury wasn’t light, and after experiencing Ji XiaoYu’s power, he didn’t think he would come back to make any more trouble.

Looking back at the mess as if a typhoon had gone through the small attic, Ji XiaoYu wanted to go home to his bird nest and cry. He was screwed and the Boss Li was definitely not going to let him off!

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The next morning, Li DeFa arrived at the little restaurant. When he saw the tragic situation in the attic, his eyes almost rolled back in his head. Fortunately, Zhang QiaoYan held him up.

Wu YaoQiang still couldn’t figure out what had happened and, with a stunned face, he asked, “Xiao Yu, what happened last night? Was there an earthquake?”

Ji XiaoYu knew what had happened but was unable to reveal it, so he could only come up with an excuse at random, “No, I might’ve been sleepwalking in the middle of the night, I don’t know what happened, it was just like this when I woke up.”

Li DeFa, Zhang QiaoYan, and Wu YaoQiang: “………”

Li DeFa looked like he was about to vomit blood and he slapped his chest and stamped his foot as he said, “Xiao Yu, if you have any complaints, you can come directly to me. Why do you have to demolish my house before leaving? Are you trying to send me to the afterlife?!”

“Uncle Li, I’m not, I didn’t, this is actually a misunderstanding……..” Ji XiaoYu argued powerlessly, “Forget it, count how much the losses are, I’ll pay for it.”

Li DeFa’s face took on a better expression. He took a calculator, tapped away, and then said, “A total of 8300 yuan. For the sake of our relationship over these past months, I’ll take a fraction off of it. So, 8000 yuan even.”

Ji XiaoYu: “……..”

Is there a mistake? He had worked for three months and only earned a total of 7400 yuan. Taking out expenses of a few hundred yuan, there was only 7000 yuan left in hand. Where would he get 8000 yuan to compensate!?

This time it was Ji XiaoYu’s turn to roll his eyes back in his head and he cried in disbelief, “Eight thousand, Uncle Li, are you robbing me?! The wardrobe, bedside table, air conditioner, and whatever, it was all old. Even if it all was completely new, it wouldn’t be so much! ”

Bitterly, Li DeFa replied, “That’s just a small part. I’ve already given you a 30% discount! Didn’t you see that the whole attic was destroyed by you? The walls are cracked and the window is broken. I’ll need someone to decorate the attic again before someone can live there. I’m calculating the material and labor at a cheap rate. Otherwise, it would be over 10000 yuan and I don’t believe you could find someone better!”

Ji XiaoYu was defeated and had no choice but to put on another face. He said cheekily, “I don’t have that much money. Altogether, seven thousand yuan. If you want more, there’s no way I can help you.”

Zhang QiaoYan quickly came forward to persuade him, “Uncle Li, you calm down. Xiao Yu didn’t do it on purpose. It wasn’t easy for him to save that money.”

Wu YaoQiang also helped to smooth things over, “Yes, Uncle Li, I have a friend who’s a little foreman. I’ll go ask him, maybe the price will be a little cheaper.”

Li DeFa hummed in anger, “Forget it, seven thousand, just seven thousand, this is my bad luck.”

Ji XiaoYu was speechless, I’m even more unlucky, okay? These three months were completely wasted!

After enduring the pain of giving the Boss Old Li the 7000 yuan, Ji XiaoYu left the little restaurant complete dismayed and went to report at the HongSheng Building.

When he arrived at the place, he found that the outside of the building was surrounded by sparrows and there were only a few people walking around, which was quite different from usual. He looked again at the huge red lanterns hanging on both sides of the main entrance and the red banner hanging in the middle with the four words, “Celebrating The National Day.”

Ji XiaoYu slapped his forehead. It turned out today was October 1st, which happened to be National Day. The employees of HongSheng were on holiday and, according to the state regulations, this holiday lasted for seven days in a row.

What a coincidence, how to deal with this long vacation, is it necessary to wait a few days for the holidays before coming again?

No, no, he was penniless and hopeless now. If he couldn’t get into HongSheng, he could only go to sleep under a bridge.

Ji XiaoYu thought it over again. Although it was a statutory holiday, since HongSheng still had the door open, there should be someone on duty at the security desk, so he might as well go inside and take a look.

Cheng Zong, ah, you better have kept your word, otherwise, otherwise this little master will tear down your house!

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there’s something I really love about the image of JXY mostly using his legs to fight like an actual rooster

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