The boundaries between Chu, He and Han have been opened, and conflict is about to break out.
"Comrade, Chen Daya is just an ordinary worker in our food factory. Her personal behavior should not affect the food factory..."
"Oh, you mean, your food factory never cares about the ideological problems of workers? Even if she is a murderer, you don't care?"
"Of course I don't mean that. What I mean is that workers' personal affairs should not affect our normal work..."
"How did we affect your work? We didn't even enter the gate of your factory. You wronged us so much. Could it be that you instigated Chen Daya?"
"How is this possible? I have never seen her..."
"You are the factory director, and you actually said that you have never seen the workers in your factory. You only receive wages and do not work, right? Don't you even know where the factory door opens?"
"..."
There was cold sweat on the director's forehead.
He has never seen anyone who chattered every word!
He felt that whatever he said now was wrong. In this case - the factory director's eyes flashed slightly, and he decided not to speak for the time being. He had called the police station before they came out, and they would just wait for the police to arrive...
The factory director thought that silence could save himself, but little did he know that at some point, silence is the grave.
"The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. No wonder Chen Daya dares to take advantage of the fact that his brother is the workshop director."
"If this were in our steel factory, the union leaders would have come to her home to criticize and educate her the first time she spanked her child!"
"What do you mean by that sentence? 'She dared to break her own child's arm today, and she will dare to break the neck of other people's children in the future'! I think this is the most reasonable thing to say. Old people say that they stole needles when they were young. If she doesn't take care of her big time stealing gold, she won't necessarily kill many people in the future!"
In a dark alley outside the gate of the food factory, three figures were crowded there.
"Auntie, where did you find this little guy? He is really... a genius at making trouble!" Xie Yufei smacked his lips and looked at the leading guy with the trumpet, his face filled with admiration.
Lin Nianhe chewed the peanut candy and replied in a leisurely manner: "I gave it as a gift after negotiating a business deal."
Xie Yufei: "...?"
Wen Lan curled her lips and glanced sideways at Xie Yufei: "Damn it, Hezi wrote five pieces of manuscript paper and gave it to the boy. What he just said was memorized by rote all day long."
Xie Yufei: "...!"
Wen Lan looked at Xie Yufei's shocked face and raised her eyebrows at him, sullen.
Xie Yufei swallowed and silently took two steps to the side, fearing that he would squeeze the Lin family's aunt.
Wen Lan hesitated briefly and then asked her doubts: "Hezi, why did these people not make trouble before, but now they are so united?"
“In a collective, no one’s personal interests can be higher than the collective interests;”
"But if individual interests are elevated to collective interests, then the collective will fight for the individual."
"They are indeed protecting Xiaoxiao, but not to protect Xiaoxiao - they just want to completely defeat the person they hated in the past and may cause harm to their children in the future. They protect themselves in a way that protects Xiaoxiao. People with the same interests formed a collective for a short period of time."
Lin Nianhe looked at the confrontation in front of him with cold eyes, his heart was calm and unruffled.
Wen Lan and Xie Yufei were confused. They looked at Lin Nianhe with clear eyes that were not contaminated by knowledge. After a while, the two pairs of clear eyes met.
Xie Yufei: "Sister Lan, are you hungry?"
Wen Lan: "Hungry!"
"Let's go and eat! I have royalties, so I'll treat you."
Lin Nianhe: "..."
They have no heart... no, they have no brain.
The farce outside the food factory continues.
The factory director voluntarily gave up the only opportunity for harmonious dialogue. When he tried to stop the chaos, the protesting people ignored him.
Not only did they ignore him, they also "sentenced" him unilaterally - starting with the death penalty, with no upper limit.
The factory director has begun to doubt himself. Has he really done something heinous? There are hundreds of workers in the whole factory. How can he know everyone's situation? Besides, it’s true that the ideological issues of workers are not his business... Shouldn’t this be his business? Did he really make some omissions at work...
The factory director's head was buzzing and he stood at the door, speechless for a moment.
At this moment, Chen Dabao rushed out with a boning knife from the slaughterhouse.
"Fuck! If you dare to fucking scold me, you don't want to live anymore, right?"
Chen Dabao's eyes were scarlet, and he rushed towards the unarmed crowd with a knife.
"ah--"
"ah!"
The crowd screamed and Chen Dabao screamed at the same time.
Just as the protestors were about to disperse, they saw Chen Dabao falling to the ground like a broken sack.
There was a dagger stuck in his thigh, and the blade was completely immersed in the flesh. Blood gurgled out along the blood trough, and soon stained the ground red.
The public security comrades also arrived on bicycles at this moment. They shouted to stop the conflict while running quickly.
"Public security, public security! He wants to kill someone!"
"He wants to kill! He wants to kill!"
"He is Chen Dabao!"
Amidst the commotion, the police comrades followed the accusations and looked at the only injured person on the scene, and fell into deep thought.
The elderly police officer who went to the hospital to investigate that day kicked the bone-opening knife away, knelt in front of Chen Dabao with a frown on his face, and looked at the dagger carefully.
"This is... for military use..."
He frowned, his intuition telling him that this matter was not easy to handle.
While he was struggling, Lin Nianhe walked out slowly.
She smiled lightly and took out a work permit from her pocket: "Hello, comrade, we meet again."
"Huh? Why is it you?"
"Reintroduce yourself," Lin Nianhe opened the work permit she used for the first time, "Ministry of Foreign Trade, Lin Nianhe."
This work permit was specially issued to Lin Nianhe by Minister Huang who was worried that she would be criticized for learning foreign languages. The job title on it was rather vague - special investigator.
The police comrade really couldn't understand why an educated youth became a special commissioner of the Ministry of Foreign Trade. He looked at the standard military coat on Lin Nianhe and glanced at the dagger on Chen Dabao's leg.
"Oh, this is mine. Just now he wanted to attack the protesting comrades, but I was far away, so he threw it out."
Lin Nianhe finished speaking calmly and smiled apologetically at Chen Dabao: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect to throw it so accurately."
Chen Dabao: "..."
She shouldn't feel guilty, right?
Lin Nianhe stared at Chen Dabao and asked, "Don't you want this?"
Chen Dabao: "...?"
W-what don't you want?
"Oh, you're so uncomfortable that you can't speak, so I'll take it as your acquiescence."
After Lin Nianhe finished speaking, he bent down and pulled the dagger out of Chen Dabao's thigh without giving the police comrades time to react.
Blood splashed out.
Chen Dabao howled miserably again: "Ah! Ah! Why the hell did you draw your sword!"
"Huh? Do you still want to keep it? Then I can borrow it from you for a while."
Lin Nianhe let go of his hand, and the dagger fell back onto Chen Dabao's leg, pricking a bloody hole again.
Chen Dabao: "..."
Looking at the fair girl with a charming smile in front of him, Chen Dabao's eyes darkened and he fainted.
There is one more chapter, I will post it later~
(End of chapter)
