Chapter 41 Chapter 41 The child is almost dead...
"When there are a lot of people, there's naturally a lot of activity. Things happen every few days, but at most everyone just listens to gossip. In the end, everyone just shuts themselves up and goes about their own business. The relationships are pretty good."
Liu Yanru agreed. "That's right. The family in front of my house often fights over the men drinking and playing cards. At first, there are people trying to stop them, but after the fight, they calm down for a few days and go on with their lives as normal."
"Come in and eat canned food!" Lu Qinghe shouted towards the yard.
Several children rushed in immediately. Lu Qinghe prepared a small bowl for each of them and evenly divided the canned water into several portions. The slightly smaller portion was given to Liu Yanru.
Liu Yanru was not polite either. "Qinghe, don't you want to eat?"
"I don't really like sweets, but there's some leftover from Chinese New Year at home that I've been keeping."
"Your cardigan is really nice, too. Is it pure wool? I wanted a sweater during Chinese New Year, but couldn't find any. So I just bought some work gloves, took them apart, and knitted one, but it wasn't very warm. And your pants, what kind of material are they made of? I've never seen them before, and they look so stiff."
"It's a card, not uncommon."
"Tsk, it's all money. Your Lao Zhao is quite capable to get so many tickets."
Lu Qinghe: "This? This isn't Lao Zhao's ticket. This is a benefit given by the publicity team a few days ago. I didn't ask for anything else, just this cloth ticket. The main thing is that the material is resistant to dirt and wear, so I made one for each of the children."
"Which publicity group? Why did they send it to you?"
"I've learned some cultural knowledge and have some talent for painting. They saw my ability and offered me a part-time job."
Upon hearing this, Liu Yanru felt a sour taste in her mouth again. The canned water tasted perfectly fine, but it didn't taste sweet at all in her mouth.
"I've never seen you do so many things in the village before..." Liu Yanru muttered a few words and looked at Lu Qinghe's pants carefully again, "Is the material really that good?"
"Yes, it's good. It's more durable than pure cotton, and the shape isn't sagging. If you like it, I still have some cloth coupons left."
Liu Yanru's eyes lit up instantly. "Really? You don't know that I do all the housework by myself, and I'm usually short of these kinds of dirt-resistant clothes. If you have any left, I'll give you money or something else in exchange!"
Lu Qinghe also had the same idea. "The coal we had at home before the New Year is a little low. Who knew it would be hard to buy coal even with coupons after the spring? Isn't it easy to contact acquaintances at your Third Line Factory? If you can get some coal, I'll trade it with you for cloth coupons."
The village was short of food coupons, the city was short of cloth coupons, and the provincial capital was short of coal. They had no experience before the New Year and were late in preparing coal. Now that spring had arrived and it was going to be cold for more than a month, the family was in urgent need of coal.
Liu Yanru: "My old Wei does have some acquaintances. Don't worry, I'll contact someone to send you a month's supply tomorrow. But you have to prepare the receipts and other things. You have a military dependent certificate, receipts and money, so you don't have to worry even if they check."
"Then I'll get you the cloth coupons."
"If you have time, come with me to take a look. I've rarely been to the city."
Lu Qinghe handed over the cloth coupons, and the two talked for a while, and then someone came to look for Lu Qinghe outside.
"Director Ying?"
"Qinghe, I'm passing by and have a message for you. After your cartoon character was distributed by the propaganda team, the publicity office of a nearby factory also wants you to help draw a promotional cartoon."
"When, I have guests at home."
"Tomorrow morning, just go to the office building in the hospital and wait. Someone will take you there. Don't worry."
"become."
After talking to Ying Lu, I turned around and saw Liu Yanru had followed out at some point.
"Qinghe, you are really capable now. I think the director respects you quite a bit."
"Just respect each other. There are military families here, so it's always better to be polite."
After talking for a while, it was getting late. Before Lu Qinghe could politely ask Liu Yanru to stay for dinner, Liu Yanru took the initiative to say that she would stay here and help prepare lunch.
"You're not being polite to me." Lu Qinghe glanced over but didn't say anything harsh.
After all, the two of them are from the same place and grew up together. Liu Yanru doesn't really have any bad intentions, so it's good for them to have such a relationship. They can still have someone to talk to occasionally. If she really doesn't show any mercy, who knows what she will make up one day.
"Why should I be so polite? We've been close since we were little. Have you forgotten that Jinhua from Dagu Village was talking about us? If I hadn't married and moved to the county town, I might have had to deliver your child!"
“…”
Lu Qinghe: "Then you really know a lot."
"Why are you shy with me? It's not like I haven't seen you naked before."
They made noodles for lunch. Although Liu Yanru was pregnant, she was very nimble. Lu Qinghe had kneaded the dough, and she took it over and quickly rolled out and cut it. Her skillful knife skills showed that she was a regular housewife.
"If you hadn't insisted, I wouldn't have dared let you touch this kitchen knife." Lu Qinghe glanced at Liu Yanru's belly and frowned.
Liu Yanru: "I'm eating at your place, so I have to cook something for you. Besides, what's the big deal? I do all the work at home. My damn mother-in-law has no conscience at all and doesn't know how to feel sorry for others. Damn it..."
Lu Qinghe was picking vegetables while listening to her chatter, and before she knew it, the noodles were in the pot.
"Talking to you makes me feel much better! Qinghe, even though everyone in my family compound seems to be getting along well on the surface, they're actually all trying to figure out who's doing better than the other. I usually have no one to vent my grievances to."
Lu Qinghe shrugged her shoulders, neither commenting nor interfering, just being a calm listener. However, it went in one ear and out the other, and she forgot what was said afterwards as soon as she turned her head.
After dinner, Zhao Zimo went to wash the dishes as usual, but Wei Yue quickly stood up from the stool and rushed to the front to block Zhao Zimo.
"Brother, let me do it!"
Liu Yanru glanced over and said, "Let Wei Yue brush it. She's used to it at home."
Wei Yue nodded and gave a flattering smile, "Let me do it, I can clean it very well."
"Wei Yue, come here, I'll show you a picture album."
Lu Qinghe waved, but Wei Yue was still a little hesitant. She smiled at her ingratiatingly and said, "I'll look at it after I finish brushing. Auntie, thank you for inviting us to dinner. I'll help you sweep the yard later."
“…”
Lu Qinghe frowned, glanced at Liu Yanru's indifferent expression, raised his hand and patted her, "Call your daughter over."
Liu Yanru then said "oh" and waved Wei Yue into the house.
Zhao Zimo pursed his lips, looked at Liu Yanru with some confusion, and then went into the kitchen.
Lu Qinghe also didn't understand. "You've quickly cultivated your daughter into a people-pleasing character. She's so young, but she already has to cater to people's moods. You should take care of her a little bit."
"That's what girls are like. You can't just do whatever you want like a little rascal."
"Why not?" Lu Yao came over and held Wei Yue's hand. "I can do whatever I want, as long as I don't do anything bad."
Wei Yue's little head was confused. She turned to look at Lu Qinghe, then at Lu Yao who was always straightforward, and finally at Liu Yanru.
Liu Yanru pinched Wei Yue's little face and said, "Our family situations are different. I don't think my Wei Yue is bad."
Wei Yue is a very sensible girl.
Lu Qinghe thought for a moment and then said, "Then when she grows up, she'll be lured away by some vagrant. See if you'll be heartbroken. By then, she'll be lured away to the mountains, her family will be so poor that they'll have to ask you for help during the holidays."
“…”
This really hit a sore spot for Liu Yanru. She frowned and said, "It's not that serious."
"Even her own mother has to be fawned over every day to get a smile from her. Don't you think people outside can be coaxed away with just a few sweet words?"
Liu Yanru shuddered, "...I'm a little scared after hearing what you said. I'll be more careful next time."
"You decide for yourself. That's what I think anyway."
Having said that, Lu Qinghe didn't know what to say anymore.
No matter how much she feels sorry for her, she is still someone else's daughter and it is someone else's family affair. If she interferes too much, she will only be blamed in the future.
The two talked about a lot of things, including Dagu Village and the staff quarters. It was almost evening when Liu Yanru got up and said she wanted to go home.
Lu Qinghe sent her to the door, where they happened to meet Political Commissar Guo who was returning from get off work. They greeted him briefly, and after he had gone far away, Liu Yanru looked over curiously. However, when she saw the bus had arrived, she got on without saying anything.
"Cheng Zhen? How come I run into you again by chance?"
After riding for two stops, Liu Yanru unexpectedly met Cheng Zhen, whom she had met in the morning, on the bus again. He and another female comrade got on the bus at the same time. Liu Yanru greeted him and immediately stared at him suspiciously.
"This is... do you know each other?"
Cheng Zhen quickly took two steps forward and frowned, "I definitely don't know him. We just got on the bus together. Don't talk nonsense."
The female comrade also waved her hand quickly and sat in the back.
Liu Yanru finally felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought we had come across some big secret. So, you should go home, right?"
Cheng Zhen sat behind Liu Yanru and hummed impatiently.
Liu Yanru turned around and saw that he looked unhappy. She wanted to ask something, but Cheng Zhen simply leaned his head against the window and pretended to sleep.
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The next morning, after the children went to school, Lu Qinghe went to the office with the ballpoint pen and draft paper he had prepared in advance.
The person who came to pick her up was Wang Yu, who handed her a piece of good news as soon as they met.
"Sister Lu, after we sent out the pictorial with your literacy cartoon last week, over fifty households signed up to order it the next day! Our leaders also praised our bold innovation, saying it's a strong support for regular literacy efforts. If our director hadn't been busy today, he'd have invited you to attend next week's commendation meeting!"
Lu Qinghe took the congratulatory letter with the word "certificate" printed on it, took a look at it and felt happy.
"Congratulations, Sister Lu, and also congratulations to our District 2 Propaganda Department! This time, we've made a name for ourselves in the city! Sister Lu, if you have any questions in the future, just call us, especially if it's work-related. Our director said he will fully support us!"
"I'm almost embarrassed by all the praise you've given me. Thank you, Director Wang, for coming over."
Wang Yu chuckled, "Don't thank me, this is a win-win situation. And it's all thanks to you, Sister Lu. The kids love your cartoon characters, and even the adults who aren't particularly fond of reading find them interesting and take a closer look. The boss says this is called subtle influence, and it will make literacy work much easier in the future."
Lu Qinghe pursed her lips and smiled, "Director Wang, let's talk about our work today."
"Sister-in-law, the drafts you've already drawn are enough to last for a while. Today, the Third Line Factory saw our pictorial and wanted to ask if I could invite you over to see if you could design a cartoon character advertisement for their Third Line Factory."
"advertise?"
"That's right. To support the Third Front Project, the factory is in great need of workers. We can afford the salary, but unfortunately there aren't many suitable workers. Many were forcibly transferred from other places. Some don't want to leave their hometowns, so we still need to mobilize them."
Lu Qinghe understood, nodded in agreement, and went to the third-line factory with Wang Yu.
The person responsible for receiving Lu Qinghe was a propaganda director named Jiang from the third-line factory. After inviting Lu Qinghe to the office, he specially called someone to make tea.
Ye Baojin was usually lazy and ate a lot in the boiler room. He was not in a hurry to burn the real boiler, but he would rush to do the easy work of delivering water and kettles, for fear that he would tire himself to death if he put in too much effort. When he heard that he had to go to the office to deliver water, he grabbed the kettle and left the boiler room.
"If it weren't for the fact that Ye Baojin's father was the quartermaster of my previous company, I would have kicked Ye Baojin out long ago. He's always acting like a scoundrel, and when he's not working, he's just a thug."
"That's right. If you had done it a few years earlier, you would have been a drifter."
"My family is trying to arrange a marriage for him, but who would be interested in this?"
"That was arranged by Teacher Ge. Chief Steward Ye had no idea at all and had long been disappointed with his son."
"I heard he often chatted with the female comrades in the factory. He was good-looking and tall, so some of the female comrades were willing to talk to him. However, when his family found out about his personality, they didn't agree."
“Tsk…”
Ye Baojin didn't listen to a word of the discussions behind him. He strolled to the office. He had planned to find a place to take a break after delivering the hot water, but as soon as he entered the office, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.
In front of the propaganda blackboard at the back of the office, a slim female comrade was standing on a stool holding a piece of chalk, painting a huge propaganda poster in a neat and orderly manner.
The background of the picture has been painted. A train track crosses the green grass. In the near distance, a train is approaching. In the far distance, a factory is designed and drawn with white chalk. The direction of the train is exactly the direction of the factory.
Several young men in blue work clothes stood in front, holding gears, binoculars, and even hammers and other production tools in their hands. A red flag was flying above their heads. Just one look made them feel full of vitality.
The simple chalk seemed to have evolved in the hands of the female comrade. It was used like a carving knife. The simple picture became more vivid under her pen.
The sunlight poured in through the window. After Lu Qinghe finished drawing the hat of the last young man, he looked at the time and turned around.
Lu Qinghe: "I've reserved this space for promotional slogans. I'm not good at writing copy, so you'd better find someone else to write it. I'll help design the cartoon fonts when the time comes."
Director Jiang and Wang Yu were both stunned.
After Director Jiang came back to his senses, he immediately gave a thumbs-up. "Director Wang, where did you find this talent? Teacher Lu's painting skills are comparable to those of professionals. I just briefly described the concept, and Teacher Lu's thinking is so agile. I don't think even the teachers at the art university can compare to him."
"Don't praise me like that."
Lu Qinghe adjusted the angle, jumped down from the stool lightly, and brushed off the dust.
The dust seemed to cover her entire body with a layer of mist in the sunlight, and her already beautiful and delicate face looked as beautiful as if it were covered with a filter.
Lu Qinghe naturally couldn't see this scene herself, as it all fell into the eyes of Ye Baojin at the door.
Lu Qinghe: "University teachers must have received systematic training. I'm just doing child's work. I can draw some cartoon characters and scenery for fun, but if we talk about professionalism, I still can't compare."
"And yet so humble." Director Jiang admired Lu Qinghe even more: "Teacher Lu, you have such talent in this area. You will definitely become famous in the future."
Wang Yu also smiled from ear to ear. "See? These are the talents of our Second District Military District! If the people from the city don't want to come, we can train them ourselves. Our people are no worse than theirs!"
"More than that, I think we'll be able to catch up in a few years!"
Director Jiang was also very happy. Supplies were scarce these days, and capable people were also scarce in this remote place.
"You don't understand my difficulties. The factory only knows how to issue tasks, but they let us figure out how to promote the recruitment task on our own. If we don't do it well later, they will blame us for not paying enough attention. Now it's great, this is great!"
Lu Qinghe looked back at his work and nodded with satisfaction.
I haven't drawn chalk paintings for a long time. Fortunately, they are all simple cartoons. Only the faces of the characters are a little difficult, and the rest are relatively simple.
In fact, her original job was aimed at teenagers. The serialized comics were mainly short stories about cartoon characters traveling around the mountains and rivers of the motherland. She occasionally took jobs drawing portraits for people online, but she really couldn't draw anything more difficult.
"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and pour tea for Teacher Lu!"
Director Jiang turned around and found that the teacup on the table was still dry and Ye Baojin was still standing at the door motionless.
Ye Baojin came back to his senses and reluctantly moved his gaze away from Lu Qinghe's face.
"Here I come."
He responded and hurried over, pouring water for his leader first, and then walked to Lu Qinghe's side.
Ye Baojin: "This teacher... I've never seen him before. Could he be from our Third Line Factory?"
"This is someone we hired to help design our promotional posters. By the way, Mr. Lu, can you handle the wall art? The requirements are not high, just imitate the painting on the blackboard and paint it for us on the wall outside the factory."
Lu Qinghe thought for a moment and said, "It's not difficult, but I haven't tried using colored paint on the wall yet."
"Then don't worry, Mr. Lu. You can use the wall outside as practice. We really can't find anyone here. We did have one before, but he could only write. He was laughed at for half a year after he drew on it once."
"Well, I can try. If the painting isn't good, you can ask someone else to replace it."
"Just try it, just try it. After seeing Teacher Lu's level, I have nothing to worry about!"
After some polite words, they finally talked about wages.
"Xiao Ye, why haven't you left yet?" Director Jiang glanced at Ye Baojin beside him, "There's nothing for you to do here."
Ye Baojin chuckled, "I know. I saw that there was no one else around, so I thought if you had any other instructions, I could help out. Director Jiang, this Teacher Lu... I wonder where he usually works."
"Does it have anything to do with you?"
Director Jiang glared at him and said, "We need to discuss something. Please leave first."
"……oh."
After Ye Baojin left, Director Jiang pulled out an envelope from the drawer. "Teacher Lu, here's an advance payment of half of your labor subsidy for this painting. It's five yuan, five catties of grain coupons, five catties of meat coupons, and another five yuan for the labor subsidy for having you paint the propaganda poster for the wall outside."
"If the drawing on the blackboard is selected for official printing and publicity, I will then compensate you with half of your wages. The funds approved by our factory's publicity department are really limited, so please don't think it's too little, Teacher Lu."
An ordinary worker only earns 45 yuan a month. Lu Qinghe knew that this amount was the most Director Jiang could offer.
After thinking about it, Lu Qinghe stuffed the five dollars back.
"This is……"
"I've painted posters on the wall before. Since I have no experience for this first time, I'm afraid there will be mistakes. The painting fee will be a considerable expense. I'll just treat this as a practice session, so it's naturally difficult to collect the labor subsidy." Lu Qinghe explained.
Director Jiang quickly retreated, "That won't do. If anyone tells others, they'll think we're taking advantage of us for nothing."
"How can you say that? The Third Front Project was originally a national plan. I'm just contributing my part, promoting it. I think this honor alone is more important than the salary, not to mention that this is my first time doing this. If you force it on me, I'll feel psychologically pressured."
Director Jiang sighed deeply, tears welling up in his eyes. "Teacher Lu, your insight is so profound that I want to invite people in to learn from you. I feel ashamed of myself. You are indeed a member of our Military Family Academy. The education you receive is far superior to what we have here. I should learn more from you."
Lu Qinghe quickly began to be humble again.
In fact, she also had some selfish motives.
Firstly, this would help spread her reputation. Secondly, the atmosphere after the Chinese New Year has become increasingly tense. For at least the next five years, everyone has to pay close attention to ideology in everything they say and do.
This was her first time taking on a job, and it was in the arts, so it was always a good idea for her to state her position first.
"Teacher Lu, we haven't prepared anything for today. Can you come over when you're free?"
"I'll have time tomorrow."
"Okay, I'll arrange for someone to pick up Teacher Lu then."
After the conversation, Director Jiang sent Lu Qinghe out. Wang Yu still had a few pictorials to deliver to some people in the third-line factory. After making an appointment with Lu Qinghe to wait in front of the factory, he left.
"Hello!"
Lu Qinghe had just stood still when a tall and thin man suddenly jumped out from the alley on the side.
"Who are you……"
This person looks familiar.
Lu Qinghe pondered for a while, then he spoke.
"My name is Ye Baojin. I'm a worker at the Third Line Factory. We just met. Do you remember me?"
Lu Qinghe then remembered, "You are the young comrade who came to deliver water just now."
"Small?"
Ye Baojin laughed. He looked Lu Qinghe up and down, his eyes rolling around. "I'm not young at all. I'll be 24 in two months. We should be about the same age, right? And you still call me little comrade."
Lu Qinghe is twenty-five, and will be twenty-six next year.
But she has two children, so she unconsciously speaks and acts in a more steady manner. But after all, she is not old and still looks young.
But the Ye Baojin in front of him looked like a gangster, almost like a street thug.
Lu Qinghe called him "little comrade" out of respect for Director Jiang's Third Line Factory.
"Is there something wrong?" Lu Qinghe frowned.
"No, I just want to be with you..."
"Stop talking nonsense. I'm here to discuss work with your Director Jiang. It has nothing to do with you. Go away." Lu Qinghe took two steps forward, pretending not to see Ye Baojin.
Ye Baojin chuckled and followed him, "Yes, yes, I introduced myself. I'm a worker at the Third Line Factory. You haven't told me how old you are yet."
"Then I'll say it again, it has nothing to do with you!"
Ye Baojin was thick-skinned and didn't mind Lu Qinghe's obvious dislike. He continued to pester her and talk: "I know your last name is Lu, Teacher Lu, right? You must live near the suburbs, otherwise you wouldn't come here. I saw your painting just now, and I think it's so good, so stunning, just like... you."
"You're being a hooligan, aren't you?"
Lu Qinghe was not polite anymore and pointed at him, "If you keep pestering me, I'll call for help immediately!"
"I didn't hit anyone, and I didn't say anything excessive. Why do you say I was a hooligan?"
Ye Baojin looked like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water, and continued to smile playfully, "Don't be so unfamiliar with me, I already said I have something to do, and I am also a person who pursues progress. Can you teach me your skills?"
"roll!"
"Don't be so fierce, I..."
"Ye Baojin!"
Seeing Lu Qinghe's disgusted look and walking forward in a dodgy manner, Wang Yu and Director Jiang, who had just left, also came over at this time.
Director Jiang saw Ye Baojin at a glance, took two quick steps towards him, grabbed his arm and threw him against the wall.
Ye Baojin was tall, but thin, and had no strength in his body. He fell directly against the wall after being thrown like that, and it took him a long time to react.
"Director Jiang, what are you doing? I just saw that Teacher Lu paints well, so I wanted to learn from her and ask her if she would accept an apprentice. I'm not being rude."
Director Jiang snorted coldly, "Don't I know what kind of person you are?! Don't treat Teacher Lu like one of those younger female workers in the workshop. She's knowledgeable and educated, and she's not that easy to fool. Get out of here!"
Ye Baojin rubbed his aching arm and grimaced, "I really don't mean any harm, I just want to learn."
"I don't accept disciples, and I don't want to get to know you. Please stay away from me from now on!"
After Lu Qinghe finished speaking, he looked at Director Jiang and said, "Director Jiang, if there is such a person in your factory, then I don't think I can work here with peace of mind. What do you think?"
"Why don't you get out of here?!" Director Jiang got angry and stomped his foot over. "I'll go find your father tonight and see if he beats you up!"
Ye Baojin was also scared and ran away covering his butt.
But Lu Qinghe still felt dissatisfied. He crossed his arms and looked at Director Jiang, "I'm worried about my future safety. Director Jiang, if we don't fire this guy and keep him around, he's bringing shame to the factory!"
Wang Yu also got angry. "Director Jiang, I agree with what Sister Lu said. We are military families after all. We can't go out with two guards."
Director Jiang sighed and walked over with a smile. "I'm really sorry. I'm sorry for you. I'll teach this kid a lesson when I get back later, but expelling him is a bit difficult. His father is a retired local company quartermaster. Although he was only a non-commissioned officer before, he knows a lot of people in the factory. He's the only son in his family, and they sent him here through connections. There's no real problem. I'll go to his house tonight to complain. His father is a reasonable man and will definitely teach him a lesson!"
Lu Qinghe also noticed that Director Jiang was in trouble. Hearing this, he shook his head at Wang Yu.
Director Jiang quickly spoke again: "Don't worry, I'll tell the personnel department when I get back, deduct his salary, and suspend his work. He won't be here for the whole week!"
Lu Qinghe: "Well, that's it. It sounds like the old quartermaster has had a hard time."
"Who said it wasn't true? Everyone is just giving face to the old quartermaster, alas..."
After Lu Qinghe and Wang Yu left, Ye Baojin, who had been hiding behind the wall, turned around and left with a piece of grass in his mouth.
"Brother Ye, where are you coming back from? Hey, why are the sleeves of your clothes torn?"
Ye Baojin also has friends in the factory. Like him, he was sent in through connections, including Cai Shunli from the communications room.
"Old Cai, I just met a woman. Tsk tsk, she looks more elegant than the women in our factory!"
"Which leader in the office do you dare to offend? You didn't get your sleeve slapped by someone, did you?"
Ye Baojin shook his head and recounted what had just happened.
After hearing this, Cai Shunli also became curious, "How beautiful is it that you are so interested in it?"
"Good looks are one thing, but the main thing is the temperament!" Ye Baojin said seriously, "You don't know, I've never seen anyone with such temperament. What's the word? Art, literature, she has an artistic style!"
"Bah! You are the only one who is so artistic!" Cai Shunli spat in a mocking manner.
"What's wrong with me? I don't look bad at all!"
Cai Shunli snorted, "I don't dare to do this to you anymore. Last time I made trouble with you, my dad made me kneel on bricks all night. Are you really not afraid of being expelled? When you get home, your dad will beat you half to death again."
Ye Baojin combed his messy hair and said, "He can beat me, but he doesn't dare to beat me to death. I'm his only son. Before he beats me to death, my mother will be miserable. I'm not afraid."
After thinking about it, Ye Baojin was still anxious: "No, please do me a favor and ask the publicity department to find out more about Teacher Lu. Find out which school he is from and where he lives."
Cai Shunli sighed, "Goodbye, didn't you just start chatting with a female comrade from the factory a few days ago?"
"It's just a few words, and we haven't made any friends yet. Remember to ask for me, and I'll go and find out too."
"What are you asking about?!"
Director Jiang suddenly appeared, followed by two police officers. "You dare to mess with me about this, kid? Get the hell out of here! From now on, you'll be suspended for the next week, and your monthly salary will be cut in half. Get out of here now!"
Ye Baojin was dumbfounded and quickly explained: "Uncle Jiang, I didn't do anything."
"You know what your plans are. Are you leaving or not? If not, I'll have someone drag you away!"
Ye Baojin frowned, turned around and wanted to jump over the wall and leave.
As a result, his body was not flexible, and he fell heavily as soon as he jumped out, with his face covered with mud.
Director Jiang gave a call and asked the two comrades from the security department to carry him home.
Director Jiang didn't leave either. He followed for twenty minutes and arrived at the residential compound for the families of veteran cadres. After opening the door, he threw Ye Baojin to the ground.
Ye Fuhua, who was practicing Tai Chi in the yard, saw this. Although he didn't know what was going on, he knew that his son's behavior would not lead to anything good.
"Director Jiang, has Baojin made a mistake again? Go ahead and beat him up, scold him! Don't bother with my face. Beating him is just helping me discipline the child!"
Ye Fuhua used to be a well-known person, but now in front of a factory director, he was as humble as a child who had done something wrong.
Director Jiang had no choice but to give a brief account of the situation.
"Old quartermaster, if this child doesn't get better, I'm afraid the problem will get worse in the future. I really sent him here for your sake. Please keep an eye on him for the next few days. He can't go to the factory for the time being. I still have to work, so I'm leaving first."
Director Jiang threw down a few words and turned to leave. There were already many people waiting outside the yard to watch the fun.
Ye Baojin snorted and was about to get up when Ye Fuhua hit him on the back with a stick with a bang.
When the stick came down, it sounded like it hit the bone hard.
"Dad—are you going to smash me to death?! Can you please listen to my explanation!!!"
"I want to hear your explanation? Why should I? I'll accept it even if I smash you to death today. If you die, I'll pay for it with my own life!"
Ye Fuhua is very different from his good-for-nothing son. He is a real martial artist.
As he spoke, another stick came down, and the people watching outside trembled at the sound.
"Ouch, hurry up and call Bao Jin's mother over. It sounds like she's hit someone on the bone."
"If this hits the spine and breaks it, you'll be paralyzed from now on!"
"That's right, my bones cracked just listening to it!"
Along with Ye Baojin's cries, Ge Hongqing also squeezed in from the crowd crying.
At this moment, Ye Fuhua had already hit Ye Baojin four or five times with red eyes. Seeing that Ye Baojin was barely breathing from the beating, Ge Hongqing wailed and pounced on him.
"You can't hit him anymore, or he'll really die! Old Ye, come over and take a look, the child is almost dead!"
"No more energy! Even if I die without an heir, I don't want this useless bastard as my son!"
Although Ge Hongqing understood Ye Baojin's character and knew that he must have done something wrong, she only had this one son and could not bear to let him die. She cried and called the neighbors to help, and finally got him to bed.
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