◎Third update◎
Xu Shengjie had just put the wooden foot basin on the ground when he heard his daughter-in-law's request. He paused and looked up. He saw Liang Baozhen shaking her head repeatedly with a look of panic on her face.
Even his speech was stuttering, "I'm just kidding, just lie down on the bed."
The black pearl-like eyes flickered, and the crow-feather-like eyelashes seemed to hang together in embarrassment, hiding the emotions in the eyes.
Liang Baozhen pursed her lips and felt regretful. Why did she suddenly think of the foot-washing incident in her dream and blurt it out?
After about two or three years old, no one washed her feet. Song Chunhua always let the children do their own things early, and Liang Baozhen naturally couldn't stand it.
But what does this feel like on my foot?
Looking down, she saw Xu Shengjie's big hand touching the back of her foot. He was about to put it into the basin. The hot water was mixed with some cold water. Xu Shengjie tested the temperature before bringing it in. The moment Liang Baozhen touched the hot water, she felt warm and the coldness gradually subsided. She felt very comfortable. If it weren't for this hand, she would have felt very comfortable.
"I don't want you to wash my feet." Liang Baozhen's feet were white, only the edges of the feet exposed by plastic sandals in the summer were a little darker from the sun, but after a winter, they had been well-maintained. She struggled in the water, splashing a little water, trying to escape. "Hurry up and lie down on the bed."
Xu Shengjie smiled solemnly and said, "Didn't you say you wanted to wash your feet? Should I rub them for you?"
"No!" Liang Baozhen's voice suddenly became louder. It felt so weird to chase someone away and wash her feet! She firmly refused!
The originally cold winter night became steamy. Liang Baozhen's face flushed, her toes clenched, and she shook her head hard, with rejection written all over her face.
"Okay, soak in the water yourself." Xu Shengjie got up and sat on the bed. He originally thought that his wife was tired from work and her legs and feet were sore, so she wanted him to rub them. However, seeing that she was so reluctant at the moment, he did not force her.
With her feet soaked in the warm water, Liang Baozhen finally found the long-lost warmth. Not only were her feet warm, but her face also turned red.
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Three days later
The National Cotton Mill held an investigation meeting on the issue of Chen Siming, the director of the purchasing office, accepting bribes to purchase inferior cotton. The participants included eight people from the National Cotton Mill leadership team, three people from the Revolutionary Committee, two people from the Municipal Public Security Bureau, and the three workshop directors who reported Chen Siming.
They sat at a long table. The National Cotton Mill was a key state-owned factory in the city, and the occurrence of this major criminal case of bribery could not be ignored.
The three men reiterated the circumstances of the report, provided samples of inferior cotton and proof of the equipment shutdown. All three were veterans of the factory, and they had reported the factory director's son because they could no longer tolerate the situation. This factory was the result of the hard work of so many people, and they could not just sit there and watch it being destroyed.
Chen Yong had already understood the evidence of the three people's report, and after they finished speaking, he signaled Secretary Fang to speak.
"Leaders, in response to the three workshop managers' report that the purchasing office accepted bribes to purchase low-quality cotton, the factory launched an investigation and the results showed that it was true."
Everyone looked at each other in silence. After all, the person involved was the factory director's son. Did Chen Yong really want to sacrifice his own son for the sake of justice?
"This was done by a purchaser named Nie Changqi from the purchasing office. He was from a poor family and had a heavy financial burden. He was so depressed that he accepted bribes, tampered with purchase documents, deceived other purchasers, and ultimately accepted a bribe of 500 yuan. He is suspected of illegally operating and signing a two-year cotton purchase contract."
Secretary Fang presented the survey data to the leaders for review and called the purchaser into the conference room.
Purchaser Nie Changqi had a wooden face and repeated Secretary Fang's words, actively admitting his mistake without any hesitation or excuses during the whole process. After he finished speaking, he glanced at the factory director Chen Yong who was sitting opposite him and lowered his head.
Everyone present was a smart person. Seeing that there was complete evidence and the purchaser had admitted his mistake, they knew Chen Siming was involved or not. They also understood Chen Yong's attitude and naturally removed the man.
"Then hand him over to the Revolutionary Committee and the Public Security Bureau for handling." The factory party committee secretary spoke.
"Ah." Chen Yong waved his hands, put on a kind look, and said with deep sorrow, "Nie Changqi made a mistake, but it was ultimately for his family. His mother used to be a worker in our factory, but she was injured and retired from the front line. She has been bedridden for many years. His sister is young and his wife is unemployed. The burden of the family is on him. In the final analysis, it is because our leadership team did not pay attention to the difficulties of the workers, which forced him to take such a dark path. To be honest, I am also responsible."
"Mr. Chen, you can't say that. I can't blame you."
"Director, you are so busy on weekdays, it is natural that you don't pay attention to these things."
Chen Yong waved his hands, gave a wry smile, and sighed, "Since Comrade Nie Changqi has a good attitude in admitting his mistakes and the amount of bribes he received was not large, I would like to take the initiative and plead for him on behalf of the factory. Considering his family's actual situation, the severity of the punishment can be reduced as appropriate."
Watching the recorder writing quickly, Chen Yong was very satisfied and said, "As for Comrade Chen Siming, the director of the Purchasing Office, as the director, he did not find out the truth immediately, but instead trusted his subordinates and caused inferior cotton to enter the factory. I propose to remove Chen Siming from the position of director of the Purchasing Office."
The factory party secretary Tang Tiansheng was the first to object, "Mr. Chen, you are going too far. Comrade Chen Siming was at most guilty of poor supervision, but he should not be dismissed."
"That's right. Comrade Chen Siming should write a self-criticism report and strengthen management in the future. There is no need to dismiss him."
Seeing that many people jumped out to oppose, Chen Yong had made up his mind and put on an upright posture, "I think it is very necessary to dismiss Comrade Chen Siming. As the director, he did not notice in time that his subordinates accepted bribes to purchase low-quality cotton, which is a serious dereliction of duty. Don't worry about our relationship. It's better to handle things impartially. Everything is for our National Cotton Mill."
The recorder of the meeting wrote down what Chen Yong said, and the final record showed that Nie Changqi was handed over to the Revolutionary Committee and the Public Security Bureau for handling. However, considering his personal circumstances, the National Cotton Mill hoped to give him lenient treatment. In addition, the Director of the Purchasing Office, Chen Siming, was dismissed for his negligence in supervision.
There is no wall that is impenetrable. Not long after the investigation meeting was held, the news spread throughout the national cotton mill, and everyone was shocked by the result of the handling.
Everyone applauded the factory director, after all, he fired his own son!
"The factory director is so selfless. I thought he was going to protect Chen Siming."
"Psst, you're arranging things behind the scenes with the factory manager. What if someone reports you?"
"So Chen Siming wasn't bribed? He was wronged. I don't think he should be fired. He should be given a chance to reform."
"On what basis? I think the director handled the matter well. Chen Siming should be replaced if he doesn't do his job well. Our National Cotton Mill is lucky to have such a wise director!"
Liang Baozhen was walking on the street and heard almost everyone discussing this matter. She felt depressed. How could Chen Siming get away with this? Chen Yong had connections not only in the National Cotton Mill, but also in the Revolutionary Committee and the Public Security Bureau. He really worked hard to protect his son from criminal investigation. He found someone to take the blame in just three days.
As for firing Chen Siming, it was a smart idea. Chen Yong might have been tired of cleaning up his son's mess, so he simply let him leave the National Cotton Mill.
Liang Baozhen took a pen and paper and prepared to go to the radio station. The meeting recorder had just given her a copy of the meeting minutes. Together with the factory's processing results, she had to prepare the manuscript and report it during the broadcast tomorrow at noon.
This is the duty of a broadcaster, and all major events in the factory must be reported in writing.
While working at the radio station, Liang Baozhen wrote about the dismissal of Chen Siming, the director of the Purchasing Office. She paused and felt indignant, thinking that Chen Siming had gotten away with it too easily.
"Baozhen!"
There was a familiar voice behind her. Liang Baozhen turned around and saw that it was Chen Siming who was being punished today.
This person actually sneaked upstairs.
"Why are you here?" Liang Baozhen stood up alertly and immediately chased him away, "The radio station is not a place for idle people to come."
The words "idle person" deeply hurt Chen Siming. From tomorrow on, he would no longer be the director of the Purchasing Office of the National Cotton Mill. But he had no choice. If Chen Yong had not arranged someone to take the blame, he would be the one handed over to the Revolutionary Committee and the Public Security Bureau. By then, he would be disgraced and might even have to go to jail.
"Baozhen, did you misunderstand me? I really didn't do the bribery." No matter what, he clarified himself again and couldn't let his sweetheart misunderstand him.
"Humph." Liang Baozhen sneered, "You should know whether it was you who did it or not."
"Baozhen, you really misunderstood me!" Chen Siming had a diamond necklace in his trouser pocket, which was glittering and dazzling. "Please don't misunderstand me. I really didn't do anything wrong. This is a gift from me to you. Look, it's so beautiful!"
Liang Baozhen has fair skin and beautiful looks, especially her long and fair neck, which will definitely look good with the necklace.
Looking at the luxurious necklace, Liang Baozhen knew it must be worth a lot of money. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she came up with an idea. She slowly stepped back two steps and leaned against the broadcasting platform, with her left hand on the platform, close to the microphone switch button, "This necklace is very beautiful, it must be very expensive, right?"
Hearing Liang Baozhen praising the beautiful necklace he gave her, Chen Siming was delighted. "Not bad. I thought it was expensive before, but now I can afford it! Baozhen, whatever you like, I can buy it for you, as long as... as long as you give me another chance."
Chen Siming was confident that Xu Shengjie, who looked so poor, would never buy such an expensive necklace for Baozhen.
"Can you really buy everything?" Liang Baozhen asked, "Where did you get the money? Did you steal it?"
"Of course not, I'm the one who pays..." Chen Siming almost blurted out, but after saying a few words, he realized what was going on and immediately changed the subject, "Anyway, I'll buy you whatever you like!"
Seeing that this person was quite alert, Liang Baozhen changed the subject, "You buy for me? What qualifications do you have to buy things for me? You are no longer the director of the purchasing office of the National Cotton Mill. You don't even have a proper job. Who would respect you?"
Thinking of Chen Siming's jealousy towards his brother, she continued to add fuel to the fire, "I think the factory director is also very disappointed in you. In his heart, your elder brother must be a thousand times better."
Chen Siming hated to hear people praising his elder brother and stepping on him, especially when the person saying such things was his sweetheart. His heart was torn and his eyes were red.
Liang Baozhen sneered, "So, what do you rely on? Who do you think you are? If you have no job and no money in the future, maybe Dong Jiayan will divorce you."
Chen Siming's face gradually became grim. He was confused by Liang Baozhen's words one by one. He didn't notice Liang Baozhen's left hand covering the switch button of the radio station. "Who am I? I am Chen Siming, the son of the director of the National Cotton Mill!"
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Having solved a big problem, Chen Yong was in a good mood and went to the canteen to eat with the factory leadership team and the Revolutionary Committee investigation team. Now that hard work was advocated, it was natural for him to go to the canteen to eat with the workers.
There was a lot of discussion around, most of which praised the factory director for being fair and just, even punishing his own son severely when he was wrong. Chen Yong had sharp ears and smiled even more. He invited everyone to taste the cooking skills of the master chef in the cafeteria.
"Director, you are really ruthless this time. Will Comrade Chen Siming have any opinion?"
"Well, as a father I should definitely love my child, but I am the factory manager first, so I must handle this impartially. As for Siming..."
Suddenly, everyone in the cafeteria heard a burst of electric current coming from the large speakers outside. This was the prelude to a broadcast in the past, but there shouldn't be any broadcast at this time.
A few seconds later, all the factory workers heard a roar, "Who am I? I am Chen Siming, the son of the director of the National Cotton Mill!"
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