Chapter 398: It's Your Own fault 4

"Brother, brother, this is how I am treated after coming here? Didn't you see Wang Zhengjun's expression? He was angry and disgusted. He probably felt that his elder brother had embarrassed him and complained that the food he sent was too little."

"If it were my brother, I wouldn't give him even a cabbage stalk, but dried sweet potatoes, corn cobs, cabbage, radish, and beans!"

"Country people are simple and honest. Didn't you hear what Lao Li said?"

"We have to be careful of Wang Zhengjun. This guy is no good. He has a bad character. He treats his own brother like that, let alone others. If he gets promoted, won't those of us who often compete with him be doomed?"

"Yes, yes, yes, we can't let him get rich. His wife is just like him. Didn't you hear her sister-in-law crying?"

"We can't exclude him too obviously, otherwise he will definitely bear a grudge against us."

"Let's just pretend we don't know about this, keep it to ourselves, and don't even mention it in front of him."

"Go back and quietly report this to Director Wang. Advise her not to look for Wang Zhengjun or criticize him no matter what rumors she hears. Otherwise, Wang Zhengjun will definitely remember all of us and wait for an opportunity to retaliate. People who care about their reputation and hold grudges are like this. He doesn't know who filed the complaint, so he will definitely bring us all down with one blow."

"That makes sense. That makes sense. A gentleman is open and honest, while a villain is always worried. We can't guard against villains, and we can't offend them."

Wang Zhengjun didn't know that many of his colleagues were talking about him behind his back. He looked at the little bit of food at his feet angrily. The food that was delivered to him was not enough to fill his stomach, and it made him lose face. He remembered his brother, but he couldn't do anything. He knew that if he dared to show any dissatisfaction, others would definitely scold him for being ungrateful.

Unable to swallow the food in one breath, Wang Zhengjun could only pour himself a cup of water from an enamel jar, add the boiled water in it, tilt his head back, and drink it all up to suppress the air stuck in his throat.

At this time, his colleague Zou Chenglong came over and said, "Comrade Zhengjun, let's discuss something."

"What's the matter?" Wang Zhengjun's face was full of smiles. Zou Chenglong's brother-in-law worked in the Municipal Party Committee and was said to be a high-ranking cadre. Zou Chenglong's job was arranged to the Mining Bureau through his brother-in-law. Although he and Wang Zhengjun were both clerks and received the same salary, their status in the Mining Bureau was different.

Zou Chenglong looked around for a few times, his eyes glued to the food on the ground. He rubbed his fingers and said with a smile: "I heard that your brother in the countryside sent you some food. Lend me some! I will return it to you when the rations come in next month."

Wang Zhengjun was unable to catch his breath and almost fainted.

The matter of borrowing grain was still to come. He did not dare to offend Zou Chenglong, so he borrowed five pounds of dried sweet potatoes and two corn cobs. When he got home from get off work, he saw many neighbors at home, all of whom came to borrow grain.

The houses where the employees of the Mining Bureau live are allocated by the unit and are not far from the Mining Bureau. Any movement will be known to everyone immediately.

"Comrade Zhengjun, let's discuss something!"

"Your family also has commercial grain supply, and you don't have children, so your food rations are not low. You definitely can't finish what your brother gave you. Lend us some, and we'll pay you back when we have more money."

"It's good to have a brother. Life is so hard that I'm afraid you'll starve."

"You guys got a lot of food from Comrade Jinhua's parents before, so you must have some surplus. Please lend us some. You can't just watch us starve to death!"

I’m not sure whether it will be released on the 10th or the 13th. The editor didn’t give me the exact date, but I’ll update it with 50,000 words on the day it’s released.

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