"When I go downstairs, it's like parading in the street. Others can see it when they look up. Once I am slandered by people and spread the word, all kinds of rumors will become more and more popular and spread like wildfire."
"I'm afraid it will get darker and darker in the end. Who will I be then?"
"I'm so full of words that I can't even explain it. People's words make gold worth their weight in gold, but they accumulate and destroy bones."
Dong Jinshan, director of the Supervision Office, couldn't help but feel happy when he heard this. Is this what happened? Is it any wonder he thought we were here for something other than his business? Just looking for Zhou Duancheng to investigate and collect evidence.
Of course I wouldn't do this. hehe!
Dong Jinshan had the mentality of being dramatic. He pretended to be thoughtful, and after a while he said: "What you said makes sense."
"It's true as you said. In the eyes of people who don't know the truth, you are indeed easily misunderstood. Some people even secretly fan the flames and add fuel to the flames. The white ones are also painted as black by them."
“It’s not uncommon for people to speak loudly and make gold, but to accumulate wealth and destroy bones.”
At this point, he seemed to have made up his mind, "But if we don't do this, we won't be able to explain it to the political commissar. Do we need the prestige of the political commissar?"
"Come on, come on, now that I'm here, I have to take on this responsibility. I'll take on the big things."
"Director Dong, what responsibility do you have?"
"I can't just let rumors ruin a young and promising cadre. After all, you have to work here and start a family here. There is still a long way to go."
Ma Xiaole held back her laughter, she was really good at acting.
"Come on, Zhou Yunzhen, just accept the confinement in your room."
Zhou Yunzhen said in shock: "This is house arrest."
"Yes."
"House arrest is a treatment only big men can enjoy."
House arrest generally refers to living in a certain environment without being affected, usually in one's own home or villa.
It only restricts further freedom, such as walking out of the corresponding activity area. Its targets generally refer to people with a certain status or special influence.
"No, you misunderstood. I didn't treat you preferentially. I am a law-abiding person and work according to the system. This is a prison, of course it is not a prison, it is a short imprisonment. You are not allowed to tell anyone about this."
"of course not."
Dong Jinshan, director of the Supervision Office, said, "Well, there are still relevant regulations that you must implement and must not exceed."
"I now declare some disciplines to you."
"Say it, I'm all ears and will strictly enforce it."
Dong Jinshan, director of the Supervision Office, took out a small notebook and announced in a serious manner, "Listen clearly. First, you are not allowed to leave this room during the three days of confinement."
"Of course, since there is no toilet in the room, you can go to the West End public toilet to relieve yourself. Urination should not exceed fifteen minutes, and defecation should not exceed one hour."
Zhou Yunzhen laughed dumbly, what is this rule? When do you urinate for more than fifteen minutes and defecate for more than an hour? I don't have constipation.
Dong Jinshan, director of the Supervision Office, had no expression on his face and continued reading, "Second, during the three days of confinement, you cannot listen to the radio or engage in other entertainment beyond twelve o'clock."
Then he added, "It means twelve o'clock in the evening."
Zhou Yunzhen couldn't laugh or cry. He usually fell asleep at ten o'clock in the evening, how could it be twelve o'clock?
"Third, you are not allowed to open the three meals a day. We will deliver the meals uniformly."
Zhou Yun said heartily, isn't this good? If you don't have to cook for yourself, isn't this just food to open your mouth? What you ask for is disrespectful.
"Did you hear that clearly?"
"Listen clearly and accept preferential treatment."
Dong Jinshan, director of the Supervision Office, lowered his face and said: "Who gave you preferential treatment? Don't talk nonsense."
"Okay, accept the abuse." Zhou Yunzhen felt very happy.
"It's not torture. We don't even torture war criminals, but we also torture our own comrades."
Zhou Yunzhen was speechless, "I accept the medium treatment."
"What's the wait?"
"It's not bad, it's not bad. Isn't it fair treatment?" Zhou Yunzhen replied.
Dong Jinshan, director of the Supervision Office, hummed in reply.
Dong Jinshan, director of the Supervision Office, looked at the watch on his wrist and said, "It's getting late, it's time to have lunch."
He said to the clerk Ma Xiaole, "Go to the cadre canteen and get a Chinese meal for Comrade Zhou Yunzhen to eat."
"Yes!" Ma Xiaole pushed the door open and went out.
"Wait a minute."
"Director, do you have anything else to ask?"
"Attention, don't tell anyone what happened today. I repeat, this is organizational discipline. Otherwise..."
Dong Jinshan, director of the Supervision Office, spoke softly but in a stern tone.
Ma Xiaole couldn't help but shudder, and he agreed while walking out.
Ma Xiaole was very puzzled by what happened today. Only now did he suddenly realize that the real purpose of Director Dong Jinshan leaving the radio was to give it to Zhou Yunzhen.
Director Dong Jinshan and Zhou Yunzhen have no intersection. They are strangers, they don't know each other, no, they just met each other. Is it necessary to care for him so much?
The so-called three clauses that I read just now are binding clauses. They are clearly preferential treatment clauses.
Is this how people in confinement should be treated? This is what my father is supporting me.
I really don’t know what the mystery is here?
Of course, it's best not to inquire about the leader's affairs. Once you get close to the truth, misfortunes may happen, and unforeseen disasters may occur.
Even if there is no unforeseen disaster, once the leader is displeased, his feet will ache from wearing small shoes for the rest of his life.
Director Dong's words today are going round and round. In fact, they are just trying to beat me and ask me to keep my mouth shut. How can my immediate boss offend me so easily?
Ma Xiaole held the mentality that the matter had nothing to do with him and was determined to keep it secret and not leak a word.
Half an hour later, he ordered a Chinese meal and came to Zhou Yunzhen's room. He found that Zhou Yunzhen was the only one in the room.
Ma Xiaole was a little confused, why was Director Dong gone? Just go back without waiting for me?
"Where is the director?" he asked Zhou Yunzhen.
"Let's go. Director Dong said he still had things to do, so he got up and left." Zhou Yunzhen replied.
"Oh! Didn't you say anything else?"
"No."
Ma Xiaole put the lunch box on the table and said, "Eat slowly, I have something to go back to."
"Aren't you going to stay here?"
"Why stay?"
"Supervise me. Doesn't the confinement require someone to be on duty?" Zhou Yunzhen said.
Ma Xiaole thought to himself, the director has left, and he didn't ask me to stay on duty. I'm a fool, can't I figure out what he's thinking?
He was using his actions to imply that I didn’t have to stay, otherwise such a meticulous person like him would have told me to stay when he asked me to buy lunch.
If you stay, you're asking for trouble.
Ma Xiaole also left, and Zhou Yunzhen was a little confused. What kind of confinement was this? Can confinement be conducted without a guard?
Why did Dong Jinshan, director of the Supervision Office, do this? And there are still certain risks.
What if the political commissar knew that what he was doing now was a "hiding the truth" strategy?
Can he bear it?
