Su Jianguo's voice was low and deep.
The old man was relieved to hear that there was no danger to his life.
When did this happen?
Su Jianguo gestured to his eldest brother, Su Mingqiang, to take his wife, Li Jinhua, back to the guest room.
Then he spoke with Grandpa Su and learned the general details of the matter.
Su Jianguo also told his father about his plan. In his plan, his father was a trump card for crucial moments and could not be easily revealed.
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The next morning.
As dawn broke, the whistle of the steel rolling mill's night shift pierced the morning mist.
Instead of going home, the workers gathered in twos and threes at the factory gate, talking in hushed tones, their eyes flashing with anger.
"Have you heard? Master Su's second son got beaten up by those bastards at the textile factory!"
"Two ribs are broken, and the bridge of his nose is fractured!"
"That son of a bitch, Deputy Factory Director Wang, did it, relying on his father being a leader..."
The news spread like wildfire among the workers.
Zhou Dayong stood on the toolbox and swung his thick arm.
"Brothers, how has Master Su always treated us? Now that his son is being bullied, can we just stand by and watch?"
"cannot!"
Dozens of sounds exploded at the same time.
"Let's go! Let's go to the textile factory and demand an explanation!"
Dozens of people marched in a large procession toward the textile factory, bringing the news to the attention of many steel mill employees who were unaware of the situation.
He immediately chose to join the team.
These days, such excitement is rare, and many people are eager to see what's going on.
This resulted in the team growing larger and larger, with more and more people joining.
Fitter Li was pushing his bicycle, with a wooden sign tied to the back seat. The sign had something crookedly written on it in red paint.
"Workers, unite!"
"Old Li, your brand isn't strong enough!"
Xiao Zhao from the electrician team squeezed through and pulled out a piece of red cloth from his pocket, on which were written in ink the four characters "Blood debt must be repaid in blood".
The procession moved eastward along Jiefang Road, with more and more people joining along the way.
The breakfast vendors put down their oil pans, the sanitation workers sweeping the streets dropped their brooms, and even the students heading to early school ran after them.
When we arrived at the intersection of Chang'an Avenue, the crowd had already filled the entire road, a dark mass that stretched as far as the eye could see.
"There must be at least a thousand people, right?"
The third brother, Su Mingfu, supported the stretcher, his voice trembling.
On the stretcher, Su Mingde's pale face was still wet with blood, and his chest, wrapped in bandages, rose and fell weakly with his breathing.
Su Jianguo walked at the front, his back ramrod straight.
He was wearing a faded blue overall, with the steel mill's emblem pinned to his left chest.
With each step, the sound of footsteps behind him surged like a tide, the synchronized marching of hundreds and thousands of workers.
Turning the last street corner, the tall iron gate of the textile factory came into view.
Su Jianguo suddenly stopped, his pupils contracting sharply.
A huge crowd had already gathered in front of the textile factory, even larger than their group.
Some people stood on the back of bicycles looking around, while others climbed up the sycamore trees by the roadside.
Upon seeing Su Jianguo and his entourage appear, the crowd automatically parted to make way, erupting in thunderous cheers.
"Master Su is here!"
"Let Master Su go over there!"
"Justice must be served! The murderer must be severely punished!"
The wave of cheers grew louder and louder.
Su Jianguo's heart was pounding in his chest; he had never seen anything like it before.
Thousands of eyes turned to him, some with anger, some with sympathy, and most with unwavering support.
"dad..."
The eldest brother, Su Mingqiang, trembled.
"There are... there are just too many people..."
Su Jianguo took a deep breath and pulled out a piece of white cloth he had prepared from his pocket.
When he unfurled the cloth, the five bright red characters "Give my son justice" pierced the sky like five sharp swords.
The crowd fell silent instantly.
"Fellow workers!"
Su Jianguo's voice echoed in the morning air.
"Today, I, Su Jianguo, would like to ask everyone to be the judge!"
The third brother, Su Mingfu, and several young workers quickly set up a makeshift platform.
Su Jianguo stepped forward and took out the blood-stained photo and the hospital's diagnosis from his pocket.
"This is my son, Su Mingde, an outstanding graduate of the steel mill middle school, who now works at the neighborhood office."
He held up the photo, his hand trembling slightly.
"Yesterday, he was beaten like this by the son of Wang, the deputy director of the textile factory!"
The diagnosis report was passed around among the crowd, eliciting gasps of astonishment wherever it went.
"Why?"
Su Jianguo's voice suddenly rose.
"Because my son is stupid! He trusted a woman named Liu Meijuan!"
He turned abruptly and pointed towards the textile factory gate.
"The factory's accountant is also the daughter of Director Liu from our Industry and Commerce Bureau!"
The crowd stirred, and some people began shouting, "Hand over the murderer!"
"This woman lied to my son, saying she wanted to get married, and demanded a dowry of two thousand yuan and a 'three turns and one sound' (referring to a set of three watches and a radio)!"
Su Jianguo took out a stack of letters from his pocket.
"These are the letters she wrote to my son; every single one of them asks for money!"
The letter circulated among the crowd, its sweet words masking a naked greed that was laid bare to the light of day.
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