1979: Literary Master, Starting from the Return of Educated Youth

Chapter 24: Brutal attack

Xu Yuexin's words hit the nail on the head. Jia Jinhua thought for a moment before responding.

“You ask the school.”

"They transferred your father's file over, and I accepted it."

Jia Jinhua said with a gloomy face, and lowered her head to continue knitting a sweater.

"Since you listen to the school so much, well, now that the school has issued a transfer letter, you must transfer my dad's file immediately."

Xu Yuexin slammed the letter with a bright red seal on the table and said confidently.

This guy is not easy to deal with.

Jia Jinhua's flesh trembled, and she threw the half-knitted sweater on the table. She widened her triangular eyes and revealed her true ferocious face: "I said no, and it's just no!"

"Go back and think carefully about where you went wrong. Come back after you figure it out!"

As the person in charge of the street factory archives, Jia Jinhua set rules.

If you want to retrieve your files, you must first take out two large bags of malted milk. No one is allowed to break this rule.

For example, the guy in front of us, Xu Yuexin, whose family is a university teacher with a stable income, would have to double that to get four packs.

Xu Yuexin's face darkened, and his originally indifferent expression became serious.

"The country values ​​scientific researchers and has introduced policies to help them get back to work and get their wages repaid, but you're doing the opposite."

"National policies are ruined by people like you!"

Xu Yuexin pointed at Jia Jinhua, glared at her and spoke righteously.

"Don't tell me those twists and turns, and don't put accusations on me!"

Jia Jinhua knew she was in the wrong, and to cover up her guilt after being pointed out, she flew into a rage and said, "I am in charge of the archives room. If I say no, then it's no!"

"No matter what you say, I won't let you take the file away!"

Xu Yuexin smiled contemptuously.

"Just you? Who do you think you are?"

Xu Yuexin said coldly, "With national policy in place, it is only natural for me to take the files."

"Don't think you can keep running rampant for much longer."

After saying that, Xu Yuexin slammed the table so hard that the ink bottle and the thermos cup jumped up.

Jia Jinhua was furious.

Ever since she took charge of the archives room, only people who came to her for help had to ask for favors. No one dared to talk to her like that.

"Who are you calling a borer?"

Jia Jinhua howled, picked up the ink bottle on the table and threw it at Xu Yuexin.

Xu Yuexin was quick-witted and agile. He turned his head slightly to avoid the ink bottle, picked up the water cup and threw it hard at Jia Jinhua.

The thermos cup hit Jia Jinhua's forehead with incredible precision, and a large purple bump immediately appeared on it.

Jia Jinhua was shaking with pain and squatted on the ground wailing, "Murder! This is terrible! Someone wants to kill me!"

In the yard, the middle-aged women who were working heard the loud noise and quickly put down their work and ran to the archive room, blocking the small room so much that even the thermos bottles on the ground were knocked over.

"Golden Flower, what's wrong with you?"

"Why did the fight start?"

Several women ran forward to help Jia Jinhua up, looking panicked.

Jia Jinhua held her forehead with her hand, her face twisted in agony, and pointed at Xu Yuexin resentfully: "He hit me on the head with a water cup."

The aunties who were watching were all furious.

"Oh my, he looked so clean, but he actually hit someone."

"Hurry up and call Fugui over!"

"Go call the factory manager."

"The factory director is holding a meeting on the street."

"Then go find him on the street and tell him that there are outsiders coming to our factory to attack us!"

The aunts made arrangements and assigned tasks to find Jia Jinhua's son and the factory director. Some of the remaining people had a good relationship with Jia Jinhua and blocked the archives room to prevent Xu Yuexin from leaving.

Xu Yuexin had no intention of leaving.

He came here today to solve his father's file problem, and he will not leave here until he gets the file.

Amid the noisy crowd like crows, Xu Yuexin stood straight with his hands behind his back, his tall figure looking extremely stern.

Not long after, a drunken voice came from the compound: "Who... who beat my mother?"

The aunts looked towards the source of the sound and automatically made way for them. A drunk man stumbled in and rushed to Jia Jinhua, who looked in pain, and looked at the big bump on her mother's head in disbelief.

In Ma Fugui's memory, his mother had never lost in any conflict with others. She was good at everything from throwing tantrums to rolling around and hitting people. Who made her suffer such a big loss?

"Mom, who beat you like this?"

Ma Fugui said with horror on his face and looked around the room.

The person who informed him just now was not clear in his words. He only said that Jia Jinhua was beaten but did not say who did it.

Several of the aunts present had a history of feuding with Jia Jinhua, and he was not sure who was involved in the conflict this time.

"It's that guy."

Jia Jinhua pointed at Xu Yuexin and said angrily.

hiss……

When Ma Fugui saw Xu Yuexin's tall and strong figure, he took a deep breath and was sobered up by the fright.

Ma Fugui had just felt that this unfamiliar young man was not easy to mess with, so why did he have to be...

"You dare to hit my mother, right?"

Ma Fugui gritted his teeth, looked at Xu Yuexin and walked towards the fallen thermos.

Xu Yuexin remained indifferent and stared at Ma Fugui's every move.

Just as he picked up the thermos and rushed over, Xu Yuexin took a step forward, grabbed the thermos effortlessly, and dunked it on Ma Fugui's head.

"Oh my God!"

Ma Fugui originally wanted to hit Xu Yuexin with the thermos, but before he could take two steps, he was hit hard on the head and fell unconscious to the ground with the sound of the thermos bursting.

Seeing her son fall to the ground, Jia Jinhua let out a heart-wrenching cry and rushed forward to pick him up: "Fugui!"

"Wake up!"

"What's going on? Who is fighting?!"

At this moment, an unpleasant voice came from outside, and a thin and capable middle-aged man wearing a leather jacket walked into the archive room.

Jia Jinhua immediately stumbled forward, pointed at Xu Yuexin and cried, "Director, look at this thug, he beat me and my son."

"You have to make the decision for us!"

Ma Fugui slowly woke up from the crying. When he saw Director Guan, he muttered weakly, "Boss, that guy hit me... my head with a hot water bottle."

Director Guan took a look at the big bump on Jia Jinhua's forehead and the blood on Ma Fugui's head, and his brows furrowed.

Both were seriously injured.

Jia Jinhua often used her power to make things difficult for others, and I had reminded her several times. Not to mention her son Ma Fugui, who was a well-known drunkard in the area.

The mother and daughter met a tough opponent today.

"Who are you and what are you doing in the factory? Why did you start a fight?"

Director Guan's face turned pale. After checking the condition of the mother and daughter, he turned to look at Xu Yuexin and said.

Director Guan could see that the young man in front of him was no ordinary person.

He was wearing a Shanghai brand watch, three-joint leather shoes, and a Dacron shirt, and he looked energetic and compelling.

And somehow, I always felt that he looked familiar, as if I had seen him somewhere.

Director Guan felt that the matter should be handled with caution to avoid the situation escalating into a difficult situation.

"Director, he just..."

Just as Director Guan was looking at Xu Yuexin, Jia Jinhua's eyes were rolling around. Now she was about to bring out the excuse she had already made up to retort.

Xu Yuexin glanced at Director Guan indifferently and interrupted Jia Jinhua.

"My name is Xu Yuexin, and I'm here to help my father Xu Zhong move files."

"As for why they fought, you might as well ask Jia Jinhua and his son."

Xu Yuexin spread his hands and said, "Let them tell you where this ink bottle on the ground came from, and who picked up the thermos to hit someone first."

"What did Jia Jinhua do and say before she attacked me? What was her expression when my dad came to handle my files?"

Xu Yuexin had seen a lot of short essays on the Internet before and summarized ways to crack them.

He found that whenever there was a deliberate ambiguity, the person who wrote the essay must be at fault, and it would be a good idea to question these vague points.

A pointed question is more powerful than a lengthy explanation of the whole process.

Today I really put the theory into practice.

(End of this chapter)