Reborn in the red age

Reporters swarmed over, the cameraman took pictures of the body, and the reporters grabbed the staff who were already stunned at the scene and asked a series of questions.

Compared to the reporters who rushed forward and the staff who followed them, Li Qingfeng, a semi-party involved, stood where he was and was not moved at all.

It goes without saying that the person in the bag must be in a miserable state, and might even die with his eyes open. Li Qingfeng is not going to join in the fun.

The staff members who were just carrying the corpse were instantly frightened and turned pale. They were used to bullying others in this shelter, but now that their crimes were discovered, their ugly faces were exposed. They were so scared that their legs were shaking and they almost collapsed to the ground.

Li Qingfeng looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help shaking his head. Where was his usual domineering appearance? Now that he had just found a corpse, he was so scared that he couldn't even speak.

The director was a man who had seen a lot of things. Although he was also pale, he could at least think. He stood up and stammered, "Don't talk nonsense. We didn't beat him to death. Someone from the same dormitory beat him. We were just about to send him to the hospital. You should..."

"Nonsense, the person is already stiff and has obviously been dead for some time. Did you just send the patient to the hospital wrapped in a body bag?" Without waiting for the other party to finish her words, a young female reporter retorted.

"That's right, what exactly do you do in this shelter? Don't think you can hide it from the world."

"Director, you have to explain clearly what happened to this body, and whether the rumors about the abuse of inmates in this shelter are true?"

The director was choked by this series of questions and his face turned red. He opened his mouth but couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Wen Haoyu, who was standing aside, had a face so gloomy that water could drip out of it. After so many years of ups and downs in the political arena, he also knew that he had been fooled by Li Qingfeng.

He was hospitalized and announced in the newspaper that he had been attacked. It turned out that he was targeting the shelter.

Not communicating with the government, forcing the government to do so, and using such means to make things worse is simply unorganized and undisciplined.

Although he hated Qingfeng Li in his heart, he couldn't show it on his face.

Seeing the director in such a state of disgrace, Wen Haoyu was furious. He stepped forward and accused him righteously, "How do you guys manage things on a daily basis? Now that someone has died, you have made up such a ridiculous lie to shirk responsibility."

"Your duty is to maintain order in the shelter and protect the basic rights of the inmates, not to take human lives lightly and commit crimes. Your behavior is simply lawless and insane."

These impassioned words drew applause from the reporters present. They picked up their cameras and kept pressing the shutter button at Wen Haoyu.

Feeling the camera pointed at him, Wen Haoyu suddenly realized that this might not be all bad.

It was Li Qingfeng who started the incident and it was Li Qingfeng who did the offending. He could not blame himself. However, if he showed a fair and strict attitude in front of the camera, it seemed that he could establish a positive image of himself as impartial and selfless in front of the people.

Thinking of this, Wen Haoyu straightened his chest, struck a righteous posture, and slightly twisted his face to make sure his face was completely exposed to the camera.

He glanced coldly at the trembling staff and raised his voice to continue: "There are so many eyes watching today. None of you can escape the punishment you deserve. As a leader, I did not fulfill my supervisory responsibility before. This is my dereliction of duty."

"But from now on, I will personally supervise the investigation of this matter and will not tolerate it no matter who is involved."

Hearing another round of cheers and applause, Wen Haoyu was secretly delighted. He immediately arranged for the police and hospital staff to come over immediately. Then he took the initiative to lead the team into the shelter, as if he was going to personally uncover this shady secret and restore order to the world.

Seeing Wen Haoyu's righteous look, Qingfeng Li couldn't help but curl his lips.

Well, he is worthy of being a politician. His response speed is amazing. There is no political risk at all, but he has gained the greatest political benefit.

From now on, this son of a bitch will be called the Lord of Heaven.

The deeper they went into the shelter, the more they were shocked by the scene before them. This place was simply horrifying.

Let’s just say, except for the lack of “heartfelt” of northern Myanmar, everything else is no worse than northern Myanmar.

In northern Myanmar, people are forced to commit fraud, and if they don't cooperate, they will be beaten. Here, there is no reason, you will be beaten as soon as you come in, and if you dare to talk back, you will be assigned to the dormitory where the fights are the most serious.

As soon as the staff closed the door, the newcomers in the dormitory began to be beaten.

How long you are beaten depends entirely on the mood of the staff. If the staff doesn't like you, they will keep beating you until you give in or the next person who talks back comes in.

Of course, some people were accidentally killed during this period, but no one cared. Basically, the bodies were just rolled up and thrown away somewhere.

If the family members come to us, we will just dismiss them with a simple "He's missing, it has nothing to do with us, and we are not responsible at all."

Li Qingfeng did not go in with the others, but stood in the yard and watched the people inside being brought out one by one.

Looking at the inmates who were so skinny, with tangled hair and beards, and looked like they didn't even look like human beings, being led out one by one, Qingfeng Li sighed deeply.

The development history of the Special Administrative Region is a history of blood and tears of countless migrant workers.

He Guangqin, who followed the reporters out, had red eyes as soon as he saw Li Qingfeng, and his voice was choked with sobs: "Teacher Li, you don't know if you haven't been in there, it's really tragic inside, several people's arms and legs were broken, they couldn't even stand up, and they were locked under the stairs."

"That place was dark and damp, cockroaches and rats had made their home there, the wounds were all rotten beyond recognition, they didn't even treat these people as human beings."

Li Qingfeng curled his lips. This was just the beginning. At least the person was still alive. At least he was better than the person in the body bag, right?
Who is the most miserable one? He came out to work, but who would have thought that he not only did not earn any money, but also died. No one knows whose son or father he is.

I don’t know if there will be civil compensation. If there is, then the family can still live on in the future. If not, then their future life will be difficult.

"Okay, stop talking. I'm a kind person and I can't bear to hear this. You know that."

Li Qingfeng waved his hand to interrupt He Guangqin's story, glanced at Wen Haoyu, who followed the crowd out with a grim look on his face, and walked up quickly, intending to talk to him and ask the staff of the shelter what solution they had.

After all, when the Zhangmutou incident happened later, all these staff members got ashore safely and none of them were punished.

After the incident was exposed by reporters at the time, the staff were simply transferred to other positions and the drinking and dancing continued. However, many of those who were forced to take action were sentenced for intentional homicide.

Coming to Wen Haoyu, Li Qingfeng went straight to the point: "Leader, let me ask, how are these staff members dealt with? Are they sentenced for intentional homicide, or are they punished internally?" After a brief time together, Wen Haoyu roughly knew what kind of person Li Qingfeng was, and also knew the purpose of his question.

But this question is not easy to answer. How to deal with the staff in these shelters is a big problem.

If a public official breaks the law in private, then there is nothing to say, just deal with it as you should, but the problem is that this is not a private crime.
Wen Haoyu was not sure about the answer, so he tried to avoid the question and said seriously, "Of course we will handle it according to the law. We will definitely not condone it. However, the most urgent task now is not how to deal with them, but to rescue those tortured and bruised people first."

"Okay, then we'll rescue him first. When you go back, inform the higher-ups and tell them how to handle the follow-up. I, Li Qingfeng, have been following closely and hope you can handle it impartially." Knowing that this guy couldn't make a decision, Li Qingfeng didn't argue with him and just made his attitude clear to him.

Wen Haoyu looked at Li Qingfeng deeply, nodded, said nothing, and continued to accept the interview from the reporter.

Soon, ambulances from the hospital arrived one after another, and the hospital, which was notified, arranged for a large number of medical staff to come.

Even the medical staff who had seen too many human tragedies were shocked when they arrived at the scene and saw the people being carried out. They kept saying, "How can they torture people like this? It's totally inhumane."

Li Qingfeng had done everything he could. At this point, things had nothing to do with Li Qingfeng anymore.

Looking at the messy scene, Li Qingfeng did not stay long and quietly left the Zhangmutou shelter with his men.

When the motorcade drove out of the Zhangmutou gate, He Guangqin looked at the crowd gathered outside, chatting and laughing, and said angrily: "What's wrong with these people? How come they have no sympathy at all?"

"What kind of sympathy do you expect from the common people who rely on the shelter for their meals? They may have some at the beginning, but they will get used to it over time," Li Qingfeng said casually after looking at the situation outside the window.

After hearing Li Qingfeng's answer, He Guangqin didn't know what to say for a moment.

Journalists these days are really stubborn. There is nothing they dare not report except when it comes to politics.

That evening, the newspapers were filled with news about what had happened in Zhangmutou that morning.

The headlines were horrifying one after another, with reports like "Zhangmutou Shelter: A Record of Hell on Earth" and "Life is Ruthlessly Trampled in the Shelter" filling the main pages.

The accompanying pictures were more fierce than each other. The most cruel one directly printed a close-up photo of the brother who died with his eyes open in the body bag.

These reports instantly caused a huge uproar in society. Newspapers from all over the country reprinted them one after another, and even the news of Li Qingfeng being attacked was suppressed.

Public opinion is directed at the shelter and repatriation system, and many experts and scholars have come forward to publicly call for its abolition.

Citizens have written to newspapers, radio stations and television stations, demanding a thorough investigation of all similar shelters, justice for the victims and a clean society.

For a time, public opinion was heated up, and relevant departments were also swept up in this wave of public opinion and began to hold frequent meetings to discuss response strategies.

As the initiator of this storm, Li Qingfeng was like a normal person at this moment. Accompanied by local plainclothes officers, he went around experiencing the customs and culture of Pengcheng.

Of course, Qingfeng Li was still paying attention to this matter secretly.

After all, I've offended so many people and put in so much effort. If nothing changes, then it would all be in vain.

"Teacher Li, the security team member who shot you that day has been sentenced."

After strolling around Pengcheng and just when he was about to go to the hospital to see Lu Fusheng, Xu Jiale, a plainclothes officer who had been following Li Qingfeng around, came up to him and said to him with a smile.

"Huh, so fast?" Li Qingfeng was stunned. It's only been a few days, and the verdict was made so quickly. Is it so efficient?
"Yes, the current instructions from above are to deal with it severely and quickly. The evidence in your case is solid, and the court has already made a ruling this morning."

"I see. What is the verdict then?"

"Indefinitely"

"Oh"

Li Qingfeng felt no ripples in his heart. This guy was both unlucky and lucky.

Unfortunately, it coincided with the second severe crackdown. Fortunately, this time the scope of those to be executed was narrowed, and only criminals who had committed serious crimes could be sentenced to execution.

In his case, life imprisonment is the maximum penalty.

He was just a nobody, so Qingfeng Li didn't care about his situation and instead asked about the handling of the matter at the shelter.

Hearing Li Qingfeng's question, Xu Jiale couldn't help but feel a headache. This matter was not easy to handle. The higher-ups were having a headache right now. He heard that countless people were scolding Li Qingfeng.

Originally, the income generation was quite good and a lot of money was made every year. Now that the matter has become so serious, it is said that the authorities are considering abolishing the shelter and repatriation system, and only charging the processing fee for temporary residence permits for migrant workers, without charging other service fees.

The revenue generated from this has come to an end, and the benefits for civil servants will be much less in the future.

After thinking for a while, Xu Jiale carefully considered his words and said, "We are currently investigating and collecting evidence. Don't worry, the criminals will definitely be punished, and we will definitely give the people an explanation."

Li Qingfeng shrugged without saying anything, got on his Flying Spur 300 and rushed to the hospital where Lu Fusheng was.

In the car, He Guangqin, who participated in the whole process, couldn't help but ask the question that had troubled him for a long time: "Teacher Li, what is the purpose of doing this? You offended so many people, but you didn't get any benefits yourself."

"There's no need to ask so many questions. We're just doing what we can, whether it's donating to mountainous areas or publicizing the shelter," Li Qingfeng said casually.

After a long silence, He Guangqin nodded, gave a thumbs up, and said admiringly: "Teacher Li, you are such a good person"

(End of this chapter)