Kui Datou was lost in thought in the hospital room.
It really hurt, but it wasn't a big problem anymore. After all, the gun wasn't anything too outrageous; it was just a small handgun with decent power. As long as it didn't hit any vital organs, it could be disinfected and the bullet removed as needed, and that would be the end of it. It was just that he was being reckless by not wanting to be anesthetized; otherwise, he could have been out that same day.
Last night, his wife came to take care of him.
Wang Shouren came in carrying fruit.
"Brother Shouren." Kui Datou tried to get up.
"Alright, you should just lie there. Don't you feel any pain?" Wang Shouren glared at him irritably, looking at his slightly pale lips. "I just don't know what you're thinking. Why aren't you getting anesthesia? What, do you want to fly to the sky?"
"Hehe." Kui Datou smiled sheepishly: "I just wanted to see just how much pain those two old men were talking about back then."
At this point, Wang Shouren fell silent.
He knew the two old men; in those years, he often picked up old men on the street.
Kui Datou followed suit and picked up two as well.
Because of those two old men, Kui Datou changed, becoming more mature and steady.
To be honest, if it weren't for Kui Datou's change, Wang Shouren would never have dared to appoint him as the deputy factory director.
In those years, he had handled a considerable amount of money, easily in the millions. But when Wang Shouren mentioned that "the factory is short-handed," he unhesitatingly gave up his business and joined Wang Shouren's team. Wang Shouren knew then that this man's mindset had completely changed. If the old Kui Datou was just a street thug thinking about collecting protection money, making money, getting married, and having children...
So, after being "baptized" by those two old men, he changed.
Wang Shouren didn't know what he was thinking, but it wasn't an exaggeration for him to say that he loved this place.
Kui Datou smiled weakly and said, "Back then, those two old men told me a lot about how tough conditions were. Even if someone got a bullet hole in their head, they would just pull it out by hand. I just want to know, just how much pain must it have been for them to remain steadfast in their beliefs?"
"So, do you know now?"
"It hurts a lot." Kui Datou nodded, then smiled; "But I don't know, I still want to try it."
Wang Shouren was silent for a while, then patted his thigh: "Alright, you make your own decision about today's matter, I won't say anything more."
"Okay." Kui Datou nodded.
Then, Wang Shouren turned and left.
Lou Xiao'e was waiting for him downstairs. Seeing that he didn't seem to be in a good mood, she asked, "What's wrong? Did something not go well?"
"No, perhaps I've forgotten what I really want."
"For no reason at all, get in the car, I'll take you for a ride." Lou Xiao'e, dressed in a racing suit, looked dashing and spirited. She always said that Qin Jingru was childish and only knew how to play, but actually, in this family, she was the one who liked to play the most.
Kui Datou did not wait long in the ward.
Sun Hongbo then brought gifts to their door.
Although Kui Datou's wife disliked Sun Hongbo, she still left.
"Mr. Kui, it's my fault for not raising my son properly..." Sun Hongbo himself wasn't a very educated person, and he sat down and offered a dry apology.
Kui Datou interrupted his meaningless apology, showing no anger as expected. His eyes held only a hint of doubt: "Mr. Sun, I don't understand the purpose of your visit. Apologizing to me? That's pointless, because you didn't do it. The person who did it is already in custody. However, I do have a question I'd like you to answer."
Sun Hongbo's heart tightened, and he asked, "What?"
"Around 1969, I found two old men on the street..."
Sun Hongbo paused for a moment, then narrowed his eyes slightly. 1969 was not a reliable year.
“Those two old men were scholars, and they were beaten very badly…” At this point, Kui Datou paused and repeated, “very badly.”
"Later, I secretly cured their illness, but they weren't happy. They didn't seem to care about life. I was very curious, why?"
"They told me that they had vowed since childhood to make this country stand up, and now seeing the country in this state, they are heartbroken and disappointed."
Kui Datou paused, his eyes narrowing slightly: "To be honest, back then, I didn't care about this. I asked them, after all these years of struggle, don't you feel any resentment now that you've ended up like this? They told me no, what does personal honor or disgrace matter compared to the country? Besides, the country is just sick. They didn't give up when it was terminally ill before, so why should they give up now that there's a problem?"
"Later, I learned a lot from them. At the same time, I also told them about Brother Shouren's plan. Oh, Brother Shouren was my leader and also the factory director of Dayun."
"To be honest, I find it hard to understand the excitement those two old men showed when I told Brother Shouren about the plan. They showed no emotion when they were beaten, no emotion when they were wronged, and even when they were on the verge of death, they remained unmoved. Their only emotion was worry—worry about the situation of us younger generations. But after hearing Brother Shouren's plan, one of the old men actually died of joy..."
"Can you understand? In my eyes, their will is like steel, impervious to oil or water. Yet these two predecessors, upon hearing the plan, one was overjoyed. The other told me to relax, that it's no big deal. As long as their will is carried on, as long as there are still sensible people in this country, it can continue. If they die, they die; they're no longer of any use."
At this point, Kui Datou looked up at Sun Hongbo and said, "Mr. Sun, I remember you were a soldier. I also really wanted to join the army, but I didn't have the qualifications. Can you tell me why you joined the army? Was it to get promoted and make money? Or was it so that your children could do whatever they wanted?"
Sun Hongbo's lips trembled slightly. Kui Datou's words were like a giant hammer, striking his chest again and again.
This giant hammer, which struck Wang Shouren half an hour ago, is now striking him.
Kui Datou's question is both easy and difficult to answer.
Why does it have to be so complicated to resolve something when he's clearly in the wrong? Is it because there's no legal recourse? If there's no legal recourse, then are people's bottom lines and ethics no longer valid as a reference?
Shouldn't this be the bare minimum?
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