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In the police station, two young policemen looked helplessly at the elderly men in front of them.
The four old men, with an average age of eighty, were all red-faced and arguing breathlessly.
Xiao Wang, a newly graduated police officer, almost knelt down and kowtowed, fearing that they would faint.
"Cena, you beast," Liang Genfa cursed him eight hundred times along the way, still not satisfied, "How have I offended you? I have been polite to you all the time, are you a human being?
"You hid such a serious matter from me when someone from Shanghai came and sent them back with just a few words? You will get your retribution, you beast. No one will collect your body when you die!"
"Who said no one is collecting the bodies? You're the only one with a son, but I don't?"
"If you don't behave like a human being, I wonder how good your son can be to you."
Brother Xiao pointed at his nose with a sullen look on his face. He had disliked Wang Xiaogou since he was young, and he knew exactly what kind of person this guy was.
Asan was forced to get involved, and both sides persuaded him. His principle was that he should just muddle through at his age.
Wang Xiaogou had kept this matter in his mind for many years. At that time, the factory director repeatedly warned him not to let Liang Genfa know about it, but for some reason he blurted it out today.
Jealousy can ruin everything.
At this moment, Wang Xiaogou felt very nervous, but he still pretended to be tough on the surface.
"How can this be entirely my fault? I'm just an accountant, and I was called over to ask a few questions. The Shanghai guy was in the factory director's office at the time, and the director was the one who talked the most. You should go find him!"
"Go find your mother! That's it!" Liang Genfa cursed again.
Whether it is the factory director or Wang Xiaogou’s mother, you have to dig up their graves before you can see them.
What Wang Xiaogou said was not wrong. When the person came from Shanghai, it was the old factory director who received him. Liang Genfa was already a technical master of the iron factory. Letting him go would be like removing a piece of the puzzle of the iron factory.
The old factory director was unwilling to do so, so he suppressed the matter without telling Liang Genfa, saying that his skills were not good enough, he had been injured, and he would retire in a few years.
Of course, Wang Xiaogou also added fuel to the fire.
He could have returned to Shanghai to continue working as a worker, and after receiving his pension, Xiaohua could have taken over the business.
He simply blocked the way.
"Liang Genfa, you're old, so don't be too greedy. Even though you didn't return to Shanghai, they sent someone down a few years ago to check on your situation and give you a pension. How come all the good things happen to you? You should be content!"
"Good things happen because our ancestors did good deeds. My father is a good man. You, a wicked old beast, are not worthy of him!" Erhua came in quickly from outside, cursing as he walked, his voice loud and clear. Wang Xiaogou was frightened.
He looked out again and saw that Dahua and his wife, Qiuhua, and Xiaohua and his wife were all there. He cursed Liang Genfa inwardly for being so lucky to have such a family backing him up.
"Dad, are you okay?" Qiuhua came over in a hurry, with a thick layer of sweat on the tip of his nose in the middle of winter.
"The family is finally here," the police officer said to Erhua, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "Look, they are all so old, and there's no real harm. We are all neighbors. If there is anything, just talk it over. Don't get angry. It's not good for your health."
"Yes, yes, yes. At our age, we should live day by day and earn money day by day. Let's not let things in the past cause rifts." Ah San came out to act as a peacemaker again.
"How can we let this go?" Zhao Xiaojuan helped Liang Genfa behind her. The old man was very thin and was not even as tall as her.
People say that Liang Gen has a bad temper, but he rarely loses his temper at home in recent years. Seeing his face red and neck thick, cursing and clenching his fists as if to hit someone, Zhao Xiaojuan knew that her father-in-law was furious.
"My father-in-law could have returned to Shanghai and worked as a Shanghai worker. How can a regular worker's retirement salary and a pension that was transferred to the lower levels be the same thing?
We could have benefited from this and gone to Shanghai together, and our family would have been in a completely different situation. How can we justify the loss in just a few words?"
Xiaojuan is sensible and capable of managing the household. Liang Genfa has always respected her. After listening to her pleading for his injustice, he became much calmer.
Before they could say a few words, Wang Xiaogou's son and daughter-in-law also arrived.
"I told you not to go out so often. Can't you just help me with some work at home at your age? Now look what's going on, and you've even called the police station!" Wang Jianhua scolded his father as soon as he entered the door.
Wang Xiaogou is old after all. After being scolded by his son, he just shrank his neck and said nothing.
"What are you doing as a family? Are you trying to bully the weak with your numbers?"
Complaining is just like slapping his father in the face when his father is bullied. Wang Jianhua is not someone who is willing to suffer bullying.
"Liang Dahua, are you such a coward? Your mistress is already riding on your head. You have so many brothers and sisters in your family, is it your turn, Zhao Xiaojuan, to step forward?"
"Whether it's my turn or not is not up to you to decide. This is our family's business. As the head of the family, Wang Jianhua, have you made a fortune over the years?"
I didn't expect that Liang Dahua, who is over fifty years old, would be so arrogant. It was not even the turn of the sharp-tongued Erhua to appear, but Wang Jianhua was already blushing and his neck was thick with anger.
"I won't argue with you. Let's talk business," Dahua said, looking at Wang Xiaogou. "Your son is here, so let's be frank. It's been so many years, and there's really no way to undo this, but I want justice for my father. I'll ask you a few questions, and you answer them honestly."
“Have people from Shanghai ever been to the Iron Factory?”
"Here it comes..."
"Who received you?"
"Old factory director."
"Anyone else?"
“…” Wang Xiaogou glanced at his son, and Wang Jianhua rolled his eyes.
"Yes or no?"
"Yes... and me..."
"The Shanghainese people want my dad to go back to work?"
"...Yes...that's what I meant...but Genfa was already quite old at that time. A few years ago, he was splashed with molten iron at the ironworks..."
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