The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 61 Who told you that I went to a voting office?
The rain stopped early on Tuesday morning and the red sun came out.

It was working hours, and a stream of bicycles rushed towards the gate of the food factory. The sound of bicycle bells and the laughter of workers could be heard one after another.

A worker saw a newspaper lying on the ground in a corner of the south wall, so he rode his bike over to pick it up.

His coworkers gave him a playful smile: "Oh, Zhang Mofan is going to show off his style again?"

The worker who was picking up newspapers looked up and said with a smile: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm just picking up some trash..."

In the middle of his words, he shouted in panic: "Comrades, come and see, what is this photo!"

A few workers rode over on their bikes out of curiosity to look at the wall.

There are a row of photos on the wall, but they are only the size of a palm, and you can't see them unless you look carefully.

But once discovered.

These photos were as powerful as grenades, instantly causing terrifying devastation among the crowd.

More people came after hearing the news.

The sycamore leaves stuck to the wet cement floor and were quickly crumpled into pieces by the soles of shoes.

"What a sin!" The old gatekeeper who was called over took only one look and his pipe fell to the ground with a clang.

Dozens of workers huddled together, their blue work clothes and Liberation shoes mixed into a muddy wave.

People kept coming, they stood on tiptoe to take a look, and immediately gasped.

The woman covered her face and the man stared.

The model worker who first discovered the photo stumbled out of the crowd and shouted:
"Quickly call the security department! This, this, this, these enemy spies are using cunning and vicious means to disrupt our production progress!"

"This is bourgeois corruption!"

One of the workers pulled the female worker who was traveling with him and said, "Sister Lu, look..."

"I don't want to look at it, I don't want to look at it. If I look at it, I will have nightmares and get styes!" Sister Lu turned back hurriedly.

The worker said, "No, I think this woman looks a lot like Luo Huijuan from your workshop!"

Sister Lu angrily said, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll report you to the Office of Conduct!"

Another worker said, "That's Luo Huijuan!"

"I said she looked familiar. The day before yesterday, she came to our workshop to deliver hawthorn jam. She even told our workshop director that she was getting married and wanted to invite him to the wedding!"

When Sister Lu heard this, she quickly raised her feet to look.

The woman in the photo is sitting cross-legged on a rattan chair. Her white shirt is made of, I don't know if it's made of Dacron or some other material, but it's actually translucent.

The shirt was unbuttoned, and the bare arms were across the chest to cover the two bright red spots, revealing the snow-white upper and lower body and plump and slender bare legs.

Looking at the face above, Sister Lu's legs went weak: "It's Xiao Luo, how could it be Xiao Luo?"

"I've heard that she has a bad style." An old woman immediately curled her lips.

The more conscious workers began to organize order: "Stop looking, stop looking, wait for the factory leaders to come and solve the problem, everyone disperse, disperse!"

No one listened to him.

The workers on the early shift surrounded the iron gate so tightly that no one could get in or out. The female workers backed away with their faces flushed, but the men pushed forward as if they were attracted by a magnet.

Someone shouted "Catch the gangsters", which attracted a lot of people.

Then the motorcycle roared.

The head of the security department arrived on a Changjiang 750 three-wheeled motorcycle, with two officers wearing red armbands sitting in the truck bed.

They pushed through the crowd and rushed in. The section chief glanced at the photo and the flesh on his cheeks trembled immediately:

"Clear the people, clear the area!"

He glanced at the photos and tore one off.

Because she used too much force, half of Luo Huijuan's right arm was torn off in the photo.

The security staff told their boss what they had learned: "From Workshop 102!"

A sweet and sour smell wafted through Workshop 102.

Luo Huijuan, who came to work early in the morning, was diligently removing the cores from the hawthorns.

She came early because the factory was going to select model workers for the third quarter.

Luo's father gave a gift to the workshop director, hoping that she would receive this honor so that she could gain face in front of her relatives when she got married and also have a status in her husband's family.

The water in the iron sink was dark red, like blood.

She hated the color and the job, but there was nothing she could do. It was a blessing from God that she could have such a job.

But she has hope in her life. After marrying a bus driver in a few days, she will be able to live the life of a wealthy wife.

Now, apart from the leading cadres, the drivers are the ones who live the best.

The rapid scraping of rubber soles of Liberation shoes could be heard from the cement corridor. Someone pushed open a door and called out hurriedly, "Luo Huijuan? Where is Comrade Luo Huijuan?"

When she heard this name, Luo Huijuan's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that the advanced quota has been announced and someone is here to report the good news?

Otherwise, workers would not use such formal terms as "name + comrade" to address each other under normal circumstances.

She quickly wiped her hands, straightened her clothes, and said in a dignified and serious voice, "Which comrade..."

More and more chaotic footsteps were heard.

Five or six people rushed to the door at the same time and shouted, "Who is Luo Huijuan?"

Luo Huijuan realized that something was wrong.

She wiped her face nervously and asked, "Who are you?"

"Are you Luo Huijuan?" The young people looked at her in unison and nodded.

"is her!"

"Exactly, just like the photo!"

"What a slut!"

Workers from Workshop 102 rushed over, and a woman ran up to Luo Huijuan and said in panic:

"Xiao Luo, you usually look quite decent, how could you take such bourgeois photos?"

Luo Huijuan was stunned. She grabbed her arm and asked, "Sister Lu, what are you talking about?"

Sister Lu shook her hand off and slapped her sleeves in disgust: "Who is your elder sister? I have to draw a clear line between us..."

A coworker who was close to her couldn't bear it and quickly told her about the photo. "That's impossible!" Her legs gave way, and she knocked over the iron basin of pitted hawthorns next to her, falling onto the hawthorns scattered on the ground.

However, the security detective came in immediately and said, "That's her! Control her immediately!"

The workers stopped working and gathered around noisily, pointing and drawing:

"He looks like a person with corrupt morals..."

"There's a photo with the words 'Broken shoes go with a broken factory' written on the back. Damn it, we're in big trouble following her..."

"I never realized she was so flirty. I was wrong. If I had known earlier, tsk tsk..."

Luo Huijuan grabbed the security chief's arm and shouted, "This is a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding! Chief Luo, we can't write two Luos with one stroke. You have to help me..."

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't know you!" Chief Luo was terrified. "Hurry up and take him away! Take him away!"

The news is too explosive.

So much so that the labor commando team on Taishan Road got the news that afternoon.

During the break, Wang Dong excitedly told everyone:
"Fuck you, comrades, you didn't see the photo. The big bastard was exposed. It was so big and so white!"

"There's another one with two legs spread out like Zhu Tao's, with a dark area in the middle that's turned outward..."

"Fuck you, Wang Dong, stop giving random examples. I still need to find a wife!" Zhu Tao said half-jokingly and half-fiercely.

He would never have dared to speak to Wang Dong like this in the past.

Wang Dong is a retired soldier. He works hard and fights fiercely. He is a tough guy who is famous in Taishan Road, Huashan Road, Huangshan Road and parts of Kunlun Mountain Road.

But now the second team has become a security commando team. The team members have higher status and are bolder. The other four teams, regardless of their captains or team members, are no longer taken seriously by them.

However, Zhu Tao made a mistake:

Wang Dong is a reckless man.

Especially at this moment, he was very excited and his mind was empty.

Zhu Tao then spoke disrespectfully, directly provoking him, and charged forward like a bull, "Who are you kidding me?"

Qian Jin, who was standing next to him, waved his hand and said, "Army!"

Zhang Aijun, who worked with the second team, reacted with alarming speed.

Zhu Tao's cloth shoes slipped in the mud and water as he retreated, and he saw the slap as big as a bowl about to hit his face.

A grass-green figure suddenly appeared from the side!
Zhang Aijun's grappling style of twisting waist and sending hips forward was well-known in the company for its domineering power. Wang Dong's 200-pound body was no match for him. He didn't even have time to react and fell to the ground with a "puff" on the holly in the flower bed.

Wang Dong rolled over, his face and neck flushed the color of liver. "Fuck! How dare you touch me, you country bumpkin?"

He stepped forward and swung his arms to counterattack.

Zhang Aijun grinned.

His legs swung, the patches on his military pants fluttered, and he easily dodged the punch with his sideways motion, then accurately kicked the opponent's ankle with the sole of his rubber shoe.

This time, Wang Dong fell face down on the ground, splashing mud and water.

He was not convinced, so he got up and pounced on them, howling like a ghost.

Others didn't see how Zhang Aijun moved, but he swung his big body flexibly and pushed with his hand, and Wang Dong stumbled and fell on the red painted words on the wall: "Women Hold Up Half the Sky."

Zhu Tao's hands were still shaking.

Zhang Aijun had already tied Wang Dong's arms tightly behind his back with a belt.

One team of people didn't dare to step forward.

Finally, a young man wanted to talk about loyalty, but the person next to him pulled him back and whispered:
"Look at that big guy's right hand! Look at his palm, his knuckles, his index finger! Those are gun calluses!"

Qian went in and untied Wang Dong's belt, then wiped his face and body with his clothes: "Brother Dong, don't be so impulsive!"

Wang Dong was panting heavily.

His eyes were as round as dog testicles.

Staring at Zhang Aijun.

Zhang Aijun looked around as if he was afraid of his gaze.

This made Wang Dong's murderous intent rise sharply!
Then Zhang Aijun found something.

He found some bricks to place between the steps and the flower bed, took a deep breath, and chopped down with his palm.
With a "crack" sound, the brick broke into two pieces!

He picked up another red brick, took a deep breath, and smashed it on his head.

Red bricks crumble!

Wang Dong's eyes were gentle as if he was looking at a girl.

Zhang Aijun said sullenly, "I'm not in the army anymore, so I can't kill anyone."

Just one sentence.

The whole place was so quiet that the only sound was the rustling of leaves in the autumn wind.

Soon the sound of 'ding-ling-ling' was heard.

A bicycle came rushing towards them.

In the car was a burly young man wearing a blue police uniform and a wide-brimmed hat:

"Hey, why are you guys gathering here instead of working properly? Are you trying to break the law?"

Many team members quickly stood up.

Someone wanted to explain: "We are the street labor commando..."

Someone else reacted: "Isn't this the thing that Old Xu is holding in his mouth?!"

Wang Dong was at the front and was the first to see the face of the person coming.

He said in shock: "Xu Weidong, where did you get a blue suit? You can't wear it casually!"

Xu Weidong braked suddenly, turned the handlebars, and supported himself with one leg, preparing to park the car in front of Wang Dong in a cool manner.

It turned out that his car had brake problems.

At this time, the brakes failed and the front wheel did not stop. The handlebars turned and the wheels slid forward, causing Wang Dong to slide on the spot.

Wang Dong screamed.

Xu Weidong sat on the car with one leg on the ground. After thinking about it, he decided to continue pretending:
"Hey, Captain Wang, you're so well-informed! Who told you I'm already a regular employee at the district voting office?!"

(End of this chapter)