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The Revolutionary Committee unified the leadership of local political, economic, cultural and other work, replacing the original functions of the Party Committee and the government, and integrating the army, cadres and the masses into one.
Such a large organization would certainly not send any important figures to handle a dispute involving a sugar factory.
Lin Jiuyang sat at the head of the table. The whistleblowers and those being reported had all arrived at the meeting room table. Wang Sirou woke up exceptionally early today and also sat down on the side under the pretext of investigation.
The Revolutionary Committee's ranks, from top to bottom, were: Director, Deputy Director in charge, Office staff responsible for coordinating logistics, Political Work Group staff responsible for political ideology, mass movements, and record keeping, as well as Production Group and Security Group.
Lin Jiuyang was in the political work group, but not as the deputy director. He was the group leader in charge of both political ideology and discipline inspection, and he was at the section level.
He clicked his tongue, looking quite impatient.
Look at these people involved: Sun Ming, Li Yuanhong, and Meng Songying. They all have powerful connections, but they don't have much money themselves. He dislikes dealing with these kinds of things the most. He doesn't put on airs in front of these kinds of people. There's no profit in it. He'd rather stay home and sleep for a couple more hours than waste his time sitting here chatting.
As for Wang Shuitao, who was quite famous, yes, she didn't have any background, but he didn't need to bother with that poor wretch from eight generations of poor peasants.
As I said before, he's already got a bad reputation, so he must get something out of it.
The Revolutionary Committee was famous, and the common people feared it like a tiger. But those who had a little power only wanted to tame this man-eating tiger and try to get it to take its prey back instead of eating it themselves.
Isn't this a joke?
The person who came to report this, Zhang, also works at the sugar factory. He's unwilling to shed a single drop of blood himself, and even hinted that there are black market people involved who could skim some profits for him.
They don't even bother to think about it properly. Why has the black market been able to operate so smoothly in the county for so long without being shut down? Of course, the main reason is that the people genuinely have a need for it. If it were really shut down, things would just get chaotic.
But who should be the leader of this black market is a matter of great importance. Lin Jiuyang knew that the directors above were all very familiar with the current black market boss.
A few days ago, a thug named Li Yu came over from the black market. He was very sensible and brought a piece of juicy meat, weighing at least three pounds. He said he had adopted a younger sister who was being beaten at home every day after she got married. He, as her older brother, couldn't stand it and helped beat her back. He didn't hit her hard at all; it was just superficial wounds. But the family held a grudge and probably said something.
The meat had already been taken into the kitchen by his wife. Even if Lin Jiuyang knew that the person who came to report the improper conduct between men and women was right, that there must be something going on between the sworn brother and sworn sister, what could he do? He could only wave his hand and tell Li Yu to rest assured, telling him that this was a family matter and that the Revolutionary Committee was too busy to care about such trivial matters.
However, Lin Jiuyang glanced at Wu Dong. This Director Wu wasn't so clueless after all. He started with a generous gift—gold bars that looked like they came from the Republic of China era. He wondered where they got them from.
He had thought he could take down the sugar factory, but unfortunately, not long ago, his superiors instructed that this was an internal dispute within the sugar factory and the Revolutionary Committee should not get involved. Lin Jiuyang inquired and found out that a call had come from even higher up.
So, it's pointless to say that someone with connections who insists on upholding justice ends up being incredibly poor.
It disturbed his sleep.
Lin Jiuyang slumped in his chair, his posture sloppy, and lazily asked, "Director Sun, someone has reported you for abusing your power for personal gain and harming factory workers. Do you have any explanation for that?"
Hearing the implication, Sun Ming maintained a serious expression, but the tension in his heart had receded like the tide: "I can confront the whistleblower face to face, and I would never do such a thing."
He glanced at Wu Dong.
Wu Dong frowned and looked back at him with concern, as if he were worried about him, his heart pounding wildly.
This situation is different from what he agreed upon.
Wang Sirou was writing and drawing in a notebook, not jumping out to express her opinion, but she had already made a conclusion about the matter: Wu Dong, this useless thing, is going to fail.
Sure enough, a piece of trash is a piece of trash. He couldn't beat Sun Ming before, and he still can't beat him now.
If you don't even have the ability to be a pawn, you'll be eliminated in the first test.
However, it doesn't matter. Originally, she just wanted to make things as perfect as possible, leaving Wang Shuitao and Meng Songying with no way out. Now that it didn't work out, it doesn't matter. After all, she has never met anyone who could refuse to go from the county to the provincial capital in one step.
Lin Jiuyang waved his hand: "Okay, call that, that Zhang Ping'an in."
He even joked, "Director Sun, if you ask me, you're managing things too leniently. Any Tom, Dick, or Harry has the guts to report you."
Sun Ming disliked this person, but still forced a smile and said, "Of course, the people are in charge now."
Lin Jiuyang chuckled and started shaking his leg so hard that the tabletop shook.
Wang Sirou tucked the pen into the middle of the notebook, leaned back in her chair, crossed her arms, and stopped writing.
After Zhang Ping'an entered, he stood there blankly, being scrutinized by a group of leaders. His smugness gradually subsided, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead, which he wiped with his sleeve.
Lin Jiuyang sat up a little straighter, looking quite serious: "Zhang Ping'an, right? Your factory director Sun said that your report is completely unfounded. What evidence do you have?"
Zhang Ping'an glanced at Wu Dong secretly, then puffed out his chest and said, "Sun Ming transferred me, a factory worker, to a toilet cleaner for no reason, and he even used his position as factory director to order my brother to marry a prostitute. Everyone knows that."
Thinking he had a powerful backer, he became more and more excited as he spoke: "Furthermore, Meng Songying and Wang Shuitao are also colluding with Sun Ming's family. These people are bullying everyone in the factory. Moreover, Meng Songying and Wang Shuitao have an improper relationship and are having an affair!"
After saying all that in one breath, Zhang Ping'an felt quite satisfied. He wanted those who had harmed him to live in the cowshed!
Lin Jiuyang spread his hands towards the seated group, indicating that they could now defend themselves.
Wang Shuitao nodded to Sun Ming and Li Yuanhong opposite her, then held Meng Songying back before turning to Zhang Ping'an: "Words are not enough. Whoever makes the claim must provide evidence. Do you expect us to waste our breath explaining your words?"
"Whoever makes the claim must provide the evidence," Wang Sirou's eyes lit up, and she silently repeated it. She was even more satisfied with her. Sharp-tongued and capable, who wouldn't want such a subordinate?
Zhang Ping'an panicked again, stammering, "But...but I already said...oh, right, leader, Sun Ming must have embezzled more, leader, you have to raid his house, the money will all belong to the Revolutionary Committee..."
He only acts tough at home and among his peers. When he encounters so many superiors, he is actually very scared. He only relies on Wu Dong to support him, but Wu Dong never speaks, so he just talks nonsense.
Lin Jiuyang slammed his hand on the table, and Wang Sirou's pen rolled out of the middle of the notebook and fell to the ground, where she stepped on it and crushed it.
It's no use! It's no use! It's no use!
Why are there so many useless men, yet my own eldest brother is so diligent, studious, and ambitious?
I must have done something terrible in my past life. If only someone with the surname Wu or Zhang were my older brother.
Lin Jiuyang dropped his nonchalant facade and grinned maliciously, "What did you say?"
Wu Dong tapped his fingers on the table, staring at Zhang Ping'an: "Don't talk nonsense. If you have any evidence, produce it quickly. We don't have time to play your nonsense. Besides, everyone here comes from a clean family and has been taught by example. How could they do the kind of thing you're talking about?"
What a waste! He talked for so long without getting to the point, and I had to risk reminding him. He's destined to clean toilets for the rest of his life.
Zhang Ping'an's taut, bald cerebral cortex finally remembered Wu Dong's instructions and hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, yes, my brother can vouch for me. He was forced to marry his current wife. Also, there's an elderly couple who were sent down to the army farm. They're big landlords and capitalists. They're Meng Songying's biological parents. Like rats, Meng Songying is just like them. They must be class enemies of our people!"
Big landowners are rich! Big capitalists are incredibly rich!!
Lin Jiuyang, who was already drowsy, suddenly had his eyes light up.
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