Feng Biao took the 386 yuan from Xu Damao, counted it, and stuffed it into his pocket.
He patted Xu Damao on the shoulder and said earnestly, "You wait here for my news. This is the security department, there are many people around, so don't wander off. If any leader sees you, you might ruin things."
"Alright, Brother Feng, don't worry. Even if someone points a gun at my head, I won't leave this room for even a second."
Xu Damao nodded repeatedly, like a chick pecking at rice.
Feng Biao nodded, gave Xu Damao a deep look, and hurriedly left with the money in his pocket.
Reaching the corner of the stairs leading to the second floor, Feng Biao gasped, touched the 380-plus yuan in his pocket again, and felt a surge of emotion.
That's why Wang Dabao is a section chief; he'd be suitable for any position.
They managed to squeeze so much money out of Xu Damao just by spreading rumors about the workers, and this is only Xu Damao's share. The detention cells are still full, and that's all money!
Feng Biao could already picture a dense array of banknotes before his eyes.
Excitedly, I climbed the stairs and carefully pried open the door to Wang Dabao's rest room.
Seeing Feng Biao's excited expression, Wang Dabao knew that things must be progressing very smoothly. "How's it going with Xu Damao?"
"They're all here."
Feng Biao pulled out the money and laid it on the table like a treasure, "Three hundred and eighty-six yuan, that should be all of Xu Damao's wealth. I don't know why, but that kid always carries money with him."
Wang Dabao was quite surprised to see that Feng Biao had gotten so much money from Xu Damao; it was much more than he had expected.
“His house was ransacked by the brats in the compound before, he’s scared now.” Wang Dabao pondered for a moment. He didn’t care about this money, and besides, he wasn’t short of money. “Alright, you can keep this money for now. Go and investigate each piece of it and see how much you can squeeze out of it.”
After receiving the order, Feng Biao happily put away the money, turned around and went downstairs to the room where Yi Zhonghai was being held.
At this moment, Yi Zhonghai was sitting inside with trepidation.
When he saw Feng Biao come in, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, but it quickly dimmed again.
“Master Yi, tell me everything you know. Flies don’t land on eggs without cracks. You know perfectly well what kind of shady things you’ve done,” Feng Biao said coldly.
"Comrade Feng, I didn't do anything. It's all made up by those jealous people. They're trying to smear me."
Yi Zhonghai hurriedly stood up to defend himself, cold sweat quickly forming on his forehead. "Comrade Feng, you are the captain of the security team, the backbone of our workers. As an outstanding employee of the factory, I have always been honest and law-abiding, and have never taken anything from the factory. You can't believe those rumors."
"Don't worry, we won't wrong an innocent person. Now you just need to tell us all the things you've done that are detrimental to the factory."
"Tell me everything, including any shady dealings. Don't try to hide anything. I'm not afraid to tell you, I have four informants watching over your workshop."
Yi Zhonghai's heart skipped a beat. He had worked in the factory for so many years, and when he was still a low-level worker, he had indeed taken advantage of the company quite a bit.
But back then, it wasn't just him who took it; everyone took it!
Everyone understood the unspoken agreement: as the saying goes, what the public has, the family should also have!
"Okay, I'll tell you."
After gritting his teeth and weighing the pros and cons, Yi Zhonghai nodded helplessly.
Feng Biao stood to the side, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips: "You'd better tell the truth. If we find out you're hiding anything, the consequences won't be something you can handle."
Yi Zhonghai kept wiping the sweat from his forehead, pondering which matter to bring up: "Comrade Feng, I will absolutely cooperate with the investigation, but I was truly wronged regarding the rumors."
"If I were to say I ever took public funds, it would go back more than a decade, back then..."
"Stop! Master Yi, are you kidding me?"
Feng Biao lowered his eyelids and said irritably, "I wasn't even working here more than ten years ago. Why are you nagging me about these things? Just talk about the last few years."
“In the past few years... not to mention the past few years, for the past ten years I have been working diligently and have never taken a single cog in the machine.”
Yi Zhonghai said firmly, his righteous and awe-inspiring spirit from the courtyard resurfacing.
"Bang!!!"
Feng Biao slammed his hand on the table. "Don't be ungrateful for calling me Master Yi. You, surnamed Yi, you said you've never taken a single screw from the factory, right?"
"Okay, then let me ask you, last week, you borrowed a pair of pliers from Mr. Liu's workbench next door. Did you return them?"
Yi Zhonghai blinked and pondered for a moment before hesitatingly saying, "I think I've already paid it back!"
"Give me back my ass!"
Feng Biao glared fiercely at Yi Zhonghai, "You're an eighth-grade fitter, earning a hundred yuan a month, how could you steal even a pair of pliers from the factory? And we're the ones who know about this, how many others don't?!"
“Don’t take petty theft lightly. If an eighth-grade worker like you can do this, what about the lower-grade workers? If this happens too often, the whole factory will be emptied out by people like you.”
Feng Biao's murderous look terrified Yi Zhonghai, leaving him completely bewildered.
After a moment, he remembered the pliers. "No, Comrade Feng, wait a minute. I really didn't take those pliers. Let me think about it. I probably left them somewhere and forgot about them."
"Alright, the facts are right in front of you, and you still have the nerve to argue with me."
Feng Biao banged on the table loudly, "Then let's talk about what happened this week, the day before yesterday, the day before the rumors started. You must remember what you did that day, right?!"
"I remember, I remember!"
Yi Zhonghai nodded hurriedly, then felt a chill and quickly tried to recall if he had done anything against the rules or regulations that day, but he couldn't remember anything after thinking about it for a while.
Feng Biao sneered: "What, don't you know what you've done that harmed the factory's interests?"
"Comrade Feng, there really isn't any!"
"No, didn't a logistics purchasing employee ask you to make a stove hook that day?"
Upon hearing Feng Biao's reminder, Yi Zhonghai felt a sudden rush of dizziness.
Then I realized that this stove hook was a household item, so it was obviously considered damage to public property.
"Comrade Feng, please let me explain."
"I won't listen to your explanation."
Feng Biao waved his hand dismissively, "This is only a week old. You know in your heart how many years you've worked here and how many things like this you've done. You don't need to explain to me here. Go to the police station to explain. You can forget about working here anymore. This factory can't afford to keep an employee like you."
When Yi Zhonghai heard that he was going to lose his job, his eyes clearly started to panic.
He cursed himself for being foolish, yet he thought he was being clever and upright, never expecting that he had done so many minor violations.
Yi Zhonghai's voice was trembling with tears.
"Comrade Feng, I was confused for a moment, please spare my life..."
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