199: Before I die, I will kill him first
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Li Xinchun was still hugging Jia Song. When he heard the shouting, Li Xinchun suddenly remembered that the director was here and stopped immediately.
Jia Song didn't expect Li Xinchun's defense to be lax, and he threw Li Xinchun to the ground with a hug.
After Li Xinchun fell on his back, he did not jump up to fight back and could only suffer in silence. Only then did the two of them gradually let go.
Cai Honghua, who was covered in feces, was frightened by the shout and stood still.
An Zi, who looked like Xiong Er, was still running in the crowd, beating anyone he saw with red eyes, and when there was no one to beat him, he would chase after them and beat them.
The male platoon leader pointed at An Zi and shouted:
"Hold him down, hold him down!"
Then seven or eight people rushed forward again, and after a period of siege, they jointly pinned the mad An Zi to the ground.
Only Yu Jiahui and Li Dasong were left on the field.
Hong Cheng has withdrawn from the battle, leaving the two men to fight one-on-one.
Yu Jiahui strangled Li Dasong's waist with one hand and pinched Li Dasong's neck with the other, baring his teeth and cursing:
"I'll crush you to death!"
"Oh, ah—" Li Dasong struggled with his face bruised and purple, trying hard secretly.
"Are you going to let my daughter marry your son? Are you going to let me marry you? Tell me now, are you going to let me marry you?!"
"Uhhh—"
"If you don't tell me, I'll kill you today!"
"Hmm..."
Seeing his father about to be strangled to death, Li Xinchun was about to rush forward, but was stopped by Jia Song and Hong Cheng again.
Jia Song shouted:
"Old Yu, let go, don't let anyone get killed!"
Yu Jiahui: "Damn it! If I don't teach him a lesson, he'll think I'm a vegetarian!"
Captain Yang got up from the ground, wiped the warm blood from his nose, and jumped up and down, shouting:
"Yu Jiahui, let me go! If you dare to cause a death, I will shoot you!"
Yu Jiahui gritted his teeth:
"Before you kill me, I'll kill him first!"
As he spoke, he gritted his teeth and pinched Li Dasong's neck even harder, his entire face distorted from the excessive force.
Yu Jiahui's ferocity and strength really shocked people. No one expected that this man who usually looks very amiable would have such a violent side.
Zhou Ziheng was standing nearby, and when he saw the tough and ferocious look on the old man's face as he defended his daughter, he felt a faint sadness in his heart for some reason.
Zhou Ziheng took a step forward and called out to Yu Jiahui politely:
"Old Yu, stop it!"
It was Director Zhou's words that worked. Yu Jiahui finally gave Director Zhou face and let go.
When he let go, he pushed Li Dasong hard.
Li Dasong, who had no power to fight back, was pushed four or five meters away and fell to the ground with a thud.
After Li Dasong fell to the ground, he covered his neck with his hands and retched, breathing in and out frantically, his body curled up like a shrimp.
Li Xinchun rushed over and shouted:
"Dad, Dad, how are you?"
Li Xinchun saw his family being bullied like this, he felt pain and hatred, but he was helpless. With the director present, he didn't dare to do anything and could only suppress his anger.
At this point, the chaos at the scene was finally under control.
The ground was a mess, scattered with knocked-off shoes and torn clothes. Xu Ying had somehow lost the dung scoop in the chaos, leaving only a wooden pole in his hand.
Captain Yang sighed heavily, his legs went weak and he almost collapsed. Damn it, I have never encountered such a thing before, and it happened the first time the director came to the Eighth Company. It really brought shame to me!
Zhou Ziheng raised his eyes and ordered in a cold tone:
"Everyone else is going to the office to collect their paychecks—you guys, follow me!"
He pointed out a few names with his eyes, and those who were called out also knew what was going on.
The crowd finally dispersed and began to move towards the office.
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Someone remembered that he had just received his salary and was holding it in his hand. But when he looked at his hand again, there was no salary left. His palm was empty, so he cried out:
"Oh my god, where's my salary? How come my salary is gone? Who's looking at my money?!"
Then another group of people came to help find the money.
Jia Song also discovered that the letter in his hand was lost in the fight. He lowered his head to look for it, but found it had been crushed by everyone's shoes. He picked up the letter, patted the dust off it, and looked extremely ugly.
He picked up the letter and said to Yu Jiahui and Li Dasong:
"Come here and explain yourself!"
Jia Song opened the door of another office, Zhou Ziheng entered the office and sat down, followed by Yu Jiahui, Li Xinchun, who came in with Li Dasong, who was nearly dying, and Captain Yang from the company.
In the end, it was the director's authority that had a deterrent effect. After a few people came in, no one made any more noise.
Because Zhou Ziheng was present, Captain Yang did not raise his voice too high. He asked unhappily:
"Old Yu, Old Li, you two need to explain clearly in front of the director what's going on."
Jia Song rubbed his chest, which was hurt by the beating, with one hand and held up the letter with the other, and then said:
"Who wrote this letter?"
Yu Jiahui looked calm, as if this matter had nothing to do with him:
"I don't know, it wasn't me—"
Jia Song asked, "Did you ask someone else to write it?"
"No, I don't remember this letter anyway. I swear to God, I really don't remember it. I'll be damned if I lie!"
Li Dasong stood against the wall, panting and pointing at Yu Jiahui:
"He asked someone else to write it. You'll find out if you investigate carefully."
Zhou Ziheng suddenly spoke:
"I don't want to hear you quarrel anymore, Jia Song, write to me."
Jia Song was dirty and
The torn letter was given to Zhou Ziheng, who reluctantly pieced the crushed pieces of paper together and began to read it.
He looked at it very seriously, frowning slightly.
The more he read, the more his brows furrowed, and a hint of anger welled up in his eyes.
After reading one letter, he quickly browsed the other two.
After reading it, his expression was very gloomy, but he remained silent.
The room was silent, no one dared to speak, but seeing a layer of frost on the director's face, it was obvious that he was angry, but no one could guess what he was thinking.
After a long moment, the director raised his gaze and looked at Yu Jiahui, his eyes sizing him up. Everyone thought Director Zhou was going to start the interrogation with Yu Jiahui, but unexpectedly, he suddenly looked at Li Dasong, who was standing against the wall, and said,
"You dare to come here and ask for someone with just these few letters? If no one stops you, will you forcibly take his daughter back?"
Li Dasong was stunned for a moment. He had never expected the director to ask this question.
While others were discussing the authenticity of the letter, the director took a different approach and asked a question that was difficult for him to answer. He defended himself very aggrievedly:
"Manager—it's clearly Yu Jiahui who lied and refused to admit it—"
"Who is your son going to marry?" Zhou Ziheng ignored Li Dasong's defense.
"——She's Yu Jiahui's daughter."
"Have you asked Yu Jiahui's daughter? Does she agree?"
"——" Li Dasong didn't know how to answer for a moment. After a long pause, he spoke with difficulty, "My father agreed."
Zhou Ziheng seemed to be unable to suppress the anger in his chest, and his voice was extremely stern:
"It's the 1970s, and marriage has long been free, yet you're still using arranged marriages, without even asking the woman's consent. If she doesn't agree to marry your son, are you going to force her back?"
"——"
"Answer me!" Director Zhou's rage finally erupted.
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