Chapter 283: Lao He's Postscript
【Lao He's Postscript】
After Mr. Lin left, Old He from the Youth League Office thought that his plan had worked, and happily went to ask for benefits from the incoming deputy director.
He was really a scoundrel. He did not take the money directly from the future deputy factory director. Instead, he asked him to help arrange for a wealthy educated youth to enter the factory early after he took the position. He took the money from this educated youth.
The deputy factory director did not agree immediately. After all, he had not received the promotion documents yet, and it would be impossible for him to recruit people right away even if he received them. So he agreed to help in the first half of the year.
Lao He felt relieved after receiving the promise.
He went to the home of the wealthy educated youth to inform them of the situation.
In the evening, the educated youth's family prepared a sumptuous meal to entertain him. Lao He was not polite. He not only accepted some deposit, but also ate until his mouth was full of oil and drank until he was dizzy.
He didn't know that his wishful thinking was wrong and he offended the wrong person.
The rice wine was sweet, and he drank too much without realizing it. When he came out of the educated youth's house, he felt dizzy when the cold wind blew.
When passing a secluded place, Lao He's eyes went dark.
It took him a long time to realize that he was being put in a sack.
Next, he was beaten with fists and feet.
He didn't see who they were, nor did he know how many people there were. The other party didn't make a sound the whole time, and he didn't even hear the sound of them exerting force.
But every blow they gave him hurt like hell.
"Stop! Who are you? Stop, you want money? I'll give it to you, I have money in my bag!" Lao He thought he was being robbed and shouted.
The bag was taken away.
Then he heard a "bang" and something fell into the stinky ditch two steps away. He thought it must be his bag.
I guess these people took the money inside and threw away his bag.
Just when he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt free and his eyes lit up.
He thought these people had let him go, but unexpectedly, they threw him directly into the stinking ditch.
Although the water is not deep, it is extremely cold in winter.
"ah!"
As soon as he shouted, the smelly water poured into his mouth.
After struggling to get out of the stinky ditch, he went to the side of the road and vomited all over the place.
This time he sobered up.
Lao He looked up and looked around. There was not a single ghost under the dim street lights. This road was the back of a factory building, and there was not even a window on the wall.
He was anxious, angry, cold and in pain, so he limped to the police station.
The people from the police station endured the stench and came forward to inquire about the situation.
Seeing that he reeked of alcohol, I thought he had fallen into the ditch because he was drunk, but with a serious and responsible attitude, I examined his injuries.
Goodness, I can’t even tell.
"It hurts! But it hurts so much! They beat me!" Lao He pointed at the faint scars on his body.
"No one would get injured like this after being beaten. You probably fell in a ditch. It's not a big deal." The police station officer looked at you and said.
"That bag and my money were also stolen!" Lao He shouted again.
This was a big deal and the police station was responsible for it, so Lao He led people to the scene.
The bag was indeed in the ditch, and the comrades from the police station salvaged it.
"How much money is in your bag?"
"Two hundred and fifteen dollars and thirty-five cents." Lao He replied.
To his surprise, the police officer took out a stack of money from his bag, counted it, and found that not a penny was missing. He immediately became furious:
"Hey, old comrade! You must have been drunk and fell into a ditch, and when you got up you couldn't find your bag, so you deliberately said someone stole your money and asked us to help you get your bag!"
"I don't have... money... didn't they take the money?"
"There's nothing missing from the bag, and you don't have any injuries. Why would someone put a sack on you and play with you?"
"No...this..." Lao He didn't know how to explain.
"Old comrade, if you said you fell into a ditch and asked us to help you find your bag, we would have helped you! But lying is wrong! This is a serious matter! Seriously!"
"I didn't..." He tried to argue.
The police officer interrupted him: "Alright, alright, stop talking and go back!"
Lao He had no choice but to go home.
When his wife got home and saw him like this, she started to scold him:
"Drink again, you'll die! Not only will you die, but you'll also stink. I won't help you wash it off, you have to wash it off yourself! If you drink again, get out of this house and don't come back."
Lao He said helplessly: "I was careless, give me some white medicine, it hurts so much."
Lao He's wife went to find medicine while cursing, but she refused to help Lao He wash his dirty clothes, so he had to wash them himself until midnight.
When he woke up the next day, he saw the neighbors in the yard looking at his clothes that still smelled bad after being washed.
In the end, I had no choice but to throw away all my clothes, including the new high-end cotton-padded jacket worth twenty-five yuan.
After thinking about it, Lao He probably knew that he had offended someone, but for a moment he was not sure who it was.
He lived in fear for a few days and did not dare to visit again. He just took the fixed route to and from get off work, and did not dare to go to places where there were no people.
After a while, he thought the matter was over, but he didn't expect it to happen again.
The compressor factory has been listed by the city as a key monitoring unit for factory style and discipline.
The factory director read the document and was happy at first, thinking it was a demonstration unit. But after taking a closer look, he suddenly became panicked.
This is monitoring, not demonstration. It means that your compressor factory is doing very poorly in terms of factory style and discipline, and is about to become a negative example!
The candidates for deputy factory director reported were directly rejected by the higher-ups, who asked them to suspend their promotion and focus on building internal unity and common progress.
The factory director probably understood that someone had reported the promotion to the city.
The technical backbone who was about to be promoted was reported one after another. Some were inspected, some were demoted, and some resigned. It was really not a good look, so the matter of the deputy factory director had to be put on hold.
When Lao He heard the news, he felt panicked.
The educated youth waited and waited but received no news. Then he found out that the new deputy factory director that Lao He had mentioned had not taken office at all. He was not willing to do so and went to Lao He to ask for money.
Lao He asked him to wait patiently, but this man was not stupid. After asking for it many times without success, he reported Lao He.
Lao He originally thought that he could get away with it by using his connections, explaining, and returning the money.
He didn't know that he had already crawled into the cage that Zhou Huaiyi had made for him, and this report was the opportunity for Zhou Huaiyi to close the cage and trap him to death.
The evidence collected during this period included information on inciting educated youth to cause trouble, reselling jobs for commissions, accepting bribes, oppressing educated youth, etc., and multiple copies were sent to various departments related to Lao He's work.
Any one of them could make him lose his stable job.
When Huang Ling asked about him later, she found out that he had already been imprisoned.
It's very satisfying.
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