It was definitely not him who tore the statue apart, but who cares about the process?
The 'evidence' was hidden among his belongings and was openly pointed out by someone. This is the result.
Everyone held their breath and looked at him with pity.
There is no doubt that this is the work of Xu Wei.
Since you don't want Sang Nan to live, you have to be ruthless.
The man's eyes were filled with so much pride and resentment that he was about to hit someone without saying a word, but before the belt could reach him.
The sound of strong and powerful leather boots came from far away.
Director Zhang followed behind the squadron leader, striding forward with his head held high.
Even though it is a labor camp, there are classes here, and guards like Xu Wei can show off their power in front of the prisoners.
When meeting Director Zhang of the Military Control Commission, he was the one who had to be humble and submissive.
In addition, he was usually serious, so not only the prisoners but also the guards trembled with fear when they saw him.
"What's all the commotion?"
Xu Wei quickly told the story of someone destroying the statue, and pointed the finger at the 'culprit' Sang Nan.
He was ecstatic and felt that the day when Sangzhi would suffer unbearable pain was about to come.
Sang Nan looked dejected at this time.
He reformed himself and kept requesting reconsideration, just because he wanted to get out as soon as possible and find his younger brothers and sisters.
Can’t even this wish be fulfilled now?
He is not afraid of death, but he does not accept this way of dying.
He is unwilling to accept it!
Thinking of this, Sang Nan burst into determination.
"Boss, this newspaper is not mine, and I don't know who put it in my book.
It wasn't me who broke the statue!"
The culprit was afraid of complications and shouted, "All criminals say the same thing after the incident. Is it you or someone else who framed you?
Leader, he is a pest among the people. If we don't deal with him, we will be harboring a counter-revolutionary spy!"
He used to be a member of the Revolutionary Committee. He can come up with a lot of charges like this without even having to worry about it. Nowadays, everyone wants to protect themselves.
Who would take such a risk for a criminal?
You should know that there was no procuratorial system during the Cultural Revolution. If a prisoner committed a crime while in custody, the executing unit only needed to put forward its opinions on how to deal with the case and submit them for approval.
Some don’t even issue the verdict to the person himself.
And how to write the materials and handling opinions submitted to the competent authorities is just a matter of managing a piece of paper, right?
How could Zhang Guohua not see through the other party's tricks? He was very familiar with this method of framing people.
"This case is questionable. We cannot rule out the possibility of a frame-up. Without solid evidence, this opinion cannot be sent to the Provincial Public Security, Procuratorial, Judicial and Military Commission."
Not to mention that the other party is not Sangzhi's biological brother, even if it is anyone else, as long as there are doubts in the case, he will not deal with it rashly.
The plan failed and Xu Wei's face was full of disbelief.
“But, but…”
"Don't use those old tricks here, and don't try to label anyone a counter-revolutionary. Unless someone comes forward and tells me with their own eyes that he tore the image apart and that he has a real motive, otherwise, just pretend it never happened!"
The man's resounding voice echoed in the empty cell.
Many of the people imprisoned here are actually intellectuals, and tears welled up in their eyes when they heard this.
They have a hard time every day here, not only physically, but more in terms of psychological pressure.
I am afraid that if I make a mistake, my punishment will be increased due to my status.
How can I not be happy when I hear that the leader doesn’t do that?
If Sangnan is fine today, then I will be fine tomorrow too.
The officers in the group either don't take care of things, or when they do, they are the ones with real power.
When he gave him a look, Xu Wei didn't dare to say a word.
"It's time to work and study, you!" He pointed at Sang Nan.
"Someone's visiting. Go to the reception room."
A long-planned life-and-death crisis was resolved with just a few casual words from him.
As soon as he finished speaking, not only the people in the same cell, but even Sang Nan himself was confused.
It's not the beginning of the month yet, and the visiting period has passed. Besides, he has been here for a few years, and other people can receive some gifts and relatives to visit during festivals.
He seemed to be abandoned by the world, surviving and withering alone in this strange land...
But no matter who came to see him, it was like throwing a stone into his lonely heart as deep as a pool.
Sang Nan quickly tidied his hair and quickly followed the other supervisor.
Director Zhang originally went out, but turned back.
Like the eyes of an eagle passing over some troublemakers.
"If I find anyone playing dirty tricks or seeking revenge again, get the hell out of here at Bayi Farm. They're desperately short of people!"
Don't pretend he didn't see the wound on Sangnan's face!
Zhang Guohua left after making some harsh remarks.
But the harsh words he said caused a huge uproar.
In the Bayi Labor Reform Farm, those who bullied Sang Nan and those who were planning to bully him to gain the favor of the guards all shuddered.
Although they were not there, the world was full of legends about that place.
They were all labor reform farms. Their leaders worked hard to develop agricultural and animal husbandry sideline industries. The atmosphere was positive and everyone could still have enough to eat.
But there are mining plants, coal washing plants, and quarries where you have to do heavy physical work all day long. Because of the development of heavy industry, don't expect to have enough to eat.
I heard that during the first two years of the great famine, the food supply was reduced from 45 kilograms per person per month to 22 kilograms.
This was definitely not enough to fill the stomach, so later on, they had to add bean stalks, elm bark, rice straw and other crushable plant roots and tubers into the mixture.
Thousands were bloated from hunger.
They didn't have much food, but at least they didn't lose it because someone got edema.
If I were transferred there, would there be any way to survive?
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