Big Liu was a senior programmer at Chenyuan Technology. He was about thirty this year and has been with the tech department for about five years.
At this age, it was prime time for ordinary men.
Big Liu thought the same for himself too, however, the bald spot in the middle of his head that gleamed like a diamond in the sun made him forcibly ten years older than he was.
Not only did he look like an uncle whose daughter has just gone to kindergarten, but he also looked like an old, wretched middle-aged creeper!
It was an occasional occurrence where Big Liu would receive disdainful comments from his wife, and he was extremely grateful that he had gotten married early, or he might not even get a wife with him looking like that now.
These two days, as he was about to get off from work, the company had issued emergency tasks for them to block and blacklist the water army that was trying to rile things up at their future-boss-wife’s livestream, find out their IP addresses and the conversational receipts between them with their employer and many other related messages.
Big Liu caressed his shiny bald spot and felt slight reluctance towards the overtime request, but he was slightly moved when he thought about the handsome sum of overtime fees.
His precious princess had just gone to kindergarten and places that would incur expenses would just increase from then on, so he thought that he should earn as much as he could. Since he already had a wife and a child, his baldness did not seem to matter anymore.
With this mindset, Big Liu went full speed ahead. Not only did he blacklist numerous accounts, but he also responded to the call of his employers and used his wife and their relatives’ name to register accounts on Onlooker, subscribing to his future-boss-wife’s livestream platform and became one of the livestream fans.
Maybe the heavens took pity on his premature balding because when boss wife announced that she was going to choose someone from the audience to custom make a medicinal cuisine for the said lucky audience, Big Liu had both his and his wife’s account on, watching the livestream at that time.
Alas, his account had missed the boat, but his wife’s account was chosen.
Big Liu could not believe his eyes. He had never won anything from any lucky draw for the past 30 years that he had participated in similar activities, and there he was, finally the winner of a lucky draw. What a stroke of luck!
Cough, his wife’s account belonged to him too so this lucky draw victory belonged to him as well. No problem with that logic!
After the initial joy, Big Liu was conflicted, contemplating, and shy before he sent a picture of his bald head over, and began waiting anxiously.
He also paid full attention to the following livestream just to see what the host had prepared for his customized medicinal cuisine.
“Big Liu, it’s time. Don’t you wanna get some nutrient shakes and nap in a meeting room or something? There might be a new project coming in the afternoon and we’d probably have to work overtime again tonight.” The colleague that sat next to Big Liu saw that it was time to clock off, but Big Liu was still sitting unmoving in his chair and gave him some advice out of goodwill.
Big Liu forced a smile. “You go ahead, I still have something to settle, so I’ll come in a bit.”
“I’ll make a move first then.”
After that colleague left, the other colleagues eventually left the office too, leaving Big Liu alone in the office.
At that moment, there was a bright voice that rang. “Excuse me, would you be Mr. Big Liu? Your delivery has arrived.”
Big Liu’s eyes gleamed as he shot out as fast as he could.
He held the little bowl of fleece flower root soup and treasured each mouthful as he drank it and in just a short while, it was gone.
Big Liu smacked his lips after he was done with the soup and felt that he could have more of it.
After he was done savoring the taste of the soup, he reached up to feel the top of his head, and a smooth sensation greeted him. He was a little disappointed, but he also expected it.
“How is it possible for me to grow hair as soon as I finish the soup? Sigh, I’m thinking too much. However, the soup was pretty good though, so it’s still a plus point for me!”
