"Uncle, how is the forest farm recently? The weather is so cold, do you still go up the mountain often?" Lin Guodong asked casually while warming his hands by the fire.
Logically speaking, Lin Guodong is not from the forest farm, and he is a relative of Chu Minghai, so the gatekeeper didn't want to reveal more about the situation in the farm.
But the old man was bored staying in the house every day. He was a chatterbox and had no time for company except going to and from get off work. It was so hard to find a companion, so he wanted to chat more.
The old man rubbed his hands, drank a sip of tea, and said:
"Let me tell you, Xiaolin. Don't underestimate me because I'm just a gatekeeper. I've been working here for nearly 20 years. I've been here since the forest farm was established. There's nothing I don't know about. I know who's lazy, who's in love, and who got fined how much money on which day."
Lin Guodong was surprised and said, "Really, sir? You are really amazing. You are considered a veteran."
"Well, that's nothing."
The old man waved his hand modestly, but his face was full of pride. He took another sip of tea and then started talking.
"This winter is really very cold, and there is a lot of snow! Since winter has come, our workers have been going up the mountain for shorter periods of time. They can't stand it. The day before yesterday, the people who went up the mountain encountered an avalanche! By the way, yesterday morning, the house where those people with bad backgrounds lived collapsed under the snow, and one person even broke his leg!"
"Oh my god, is it that serious?"
"Yes, so everyone wants to work in a forest farm because it has good benefits and high welfare, but it is also dangerous! However, this kind of thing has not happened for several years. Normally, we still pay close attention to production safety. I don't know why this year, it's always not going well."
Lin Guodong caught the meaning of the old man's words, paused for a moment, and asked indifferently while roasting by the fire: "Anything else? Avalanches and collapsed houses are not uncommon in our area, right, old man?"
The old man glanced at him and said nothing. Lin Guodong thought he was being rash and asking something he shouldn't have asked. He was just trying to find something else to say when the old man spoke.
"Well, there's nothing to hide. You'll know it sooner or later. Did you know that forest farms need tractors?"
"Of course I know that. The wood cut from the mountains is so rough and big, and it's all transported down by tractors."
"Yes, this tractor is an important production tool for our forest farm. But for some reason, the new tractor we bought this year always has problems. Not to mention the old problem of engine stalling, the key is that the track always breaks. It wastes time and money. Sigh~"
After listening to this, Lam Kwok Tung seemed to be thinking, why are there always problems with the tractor? My brother-in-law was also falsely accused of sabotaging the tractor...
On the other side, in the interrogation office, the confrontation between Chu Minghai and Zhou Fu continued.
Although Zhou Fu had many loopholes, he gritted his teeth and determined that Chu Minghai was a suspect. He also stiffened his neck as if he was being bullied.
Cheng Biaozi had heard almost everything, so he spoke up to break the deadlock and said, "I've been listening here for quite a while. In short, the husband has his reasons and the wife has her reasons. The key problem is that none of the informants has any actual evidence, which makes it very difficult to deal with."
Zhou Fu lowered his head again and said nothing.
Chu Minghai also looked calm.
After a pause, Cheng Biaozi continued, "Moreover, I think the question raised by Chu Minghai is also very valuable. We cannot just judge by class background, we must look at the facts."
After saying this, he glanced at Wu Yongfu and said, "Recently, many comrades have reported that the new batch of tractors in the forest farm is of poor quality and always has problems. They are clearly high-end products from a new production line, so why are they working worse?"
Wu Yongfu was shaking his legs with his arms raised, but he froze when he heard Cheng Biaozi mention the issue of the new tractor.
Did Cheng Biaozi discover something? No, the arrangement is very precise. Or maybe something went wrong in the middle.
When he thought of this, Wu Yongfu instantly became nervous, secretly hating himself for being too impulsive and having to use this reason to cause trouble for Chu Minghai.
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