The Courtyard House: He Yuzhu Returns with Boundless Hatred for Revenge

Only then did Yang Weiguo realize that he had made a fatal mistake! His entire basis for disciplining He Yuzhu came solely from Wang Xuemei's verbal report! Afterwards, the street office neither sent anyone to deliver the processing documents, nor did he send anyone to verify them. What's worse, this matter came from Wang Xuemei's mouth and reached his ears, without any corroborating evidence.

At the time, he didn't think much of it, assuming that the fact that the street office director had personally called to report the situation meant that it had already been investigated and was a done deal. But now, Secretary Tan's intervention was like a bucket of ice water being poured over his head, instantly sobering him up and making him panic.

What if there's a problem? What if Wang Xuemei is lying? Then what would I, the factory director who issued the disciplinary decision, become? An accomplice? Or the mastermind?

Framed innocent workers—this is a truly deadly charge, even for someone at the 13th administrative level! This isn't just a matter of two mistakes that can be easily dismissed; it's a serious political error! Even if he's ultimately proven to have been misled, can he bear the charges of dereliction of duty and negligence? What if this leads to an even bigger uproar...?

Yang Weiguo dared not think any further. He felt dizzy and had to hold onto the table to keep his balance.

He immediately picked up the phone and called the director's office of the subdistrict office, but couldn't get through after trying for a long time. He then looked at the number on his notebook and called the secretary of the subdistrict office, but couldn't get through either. The more he tried, the more panicked he became, and the more panicked he became, the more restless he became.

"Xiao Wang! Xiao Wang!" He practically yelled as he summoned his secretary.

The secretary pushed open the door and was startled to see the factory manager's deathly pale face: "Factory manager, you..."

"Go to the Hongxing Subdistrict Office right now! Find Wang Xuemei or any leader in charge at the Subdistrict Office and ask them directly where the official documents regarding the handling of He Yuzhu are. Get them for me! Go now! I'm waiting for your news!"

"Yes, Factory Manager! I'll go right away!" Seeing the factory manager's loss of composure, the secretary didn't dare to delay and turned to run out of the office.

Yang Weiguo slumped back into his chair, feeling a chill run through him. He could only hope that Wang Xuemei had solid evidence, or that the problem wasn't what he suspected. However, things didn't go as planned. Unbeknownst to Yang Weiguo, the entire Hongxing Subdistrict Office was in complete chaos.

. . . .

Wang Xuemei was tormented for a long time, splashed with cold water, and had her philtrum pinched. She was finally woken up, but she was completely dazed, her eyes lifeless, only muttering to herself, "It's over, it's over."

When Secretary Ma from the subdistrict office arrived at work, he was furious. "Wang Xuemei, what grudge do you have against me that you would do this to me?" In Secretary Ma's eyes, this was not good news at all; it was a death warrant for all the leaders of the Hongxing Subdistrict Office.

At this moment, Secretary Ma's mind kept flashing back to the Hu Weiyong case, the Lan Yu case, and so on... This was truly a disaster that came out of nowhere! Imagine you're at home, enjoying hotpot, with your mistress and your wife discussing with your first wife which wealthy family's son your precious sixteen-year-old daughter should marry, when suddenly a group of strangers burst in. Just because of your colleague, this completely unrelated person, who committed a major crime, your whole family will be implicated, facing financial ruin, military service, and your wife and daughter being sent to the brothel.

Thinking of this, two streams of tears flowed down his face. "What did I do to deserve this?!" Secretary Ma was filled with grief and indignation, looking at Wang Xuemei, whose face was ashen, as if she were his father's killer. He felt like he could strangle her.

"What are you all standing there for!" Secretary Ma roared at the other staff members on site. "Hurry up! Go and take that thing down from the bulletin board! Go now!"

"Boom!" As soon as these words were spoken, a vacuum quickly opened up around Director Ma and Wang Xuemei.

I'm your subordinate, that's true, I'd even accept being called your lackey, but do I look like an idiot to you? You just tell me to do something this dangerous, who do you think you are? So what if I don't get promoted? Do you think I'm afraid you'll fire me? This thing is like a bomb, whoever touches it dies. Even an idiot wouldn't do this. Everyone cursed inwardly.

"You, you all!" Secretary Ma pointed at his subordinates who usually obeyed him blindly, his heart filled with extreme anger. These people were either looking down and stepping on ants, or looking up at the sky and pretending to be stupid, completely ignoring him. Faced with this situation, he was utterly helpless.

He himself didn't dare to lift it; whoever did it would be responsible. That was the intention he had in order to send his men to do it, but those bastards were all seasoned veterans, how could they fall for it! He glared fiercely at Wang Xuemei, whose face was ashen and eyes were vacant, wishing he could pounce on her and tear her to pieces! It was this stupid woman who caused this terrible disaster, and he would be dragged down with her!

"Stand here! Nobody is allowed near the notice board! Go and talk to those onlookers, politely persuade them to leave. Remember, be very nice! Quickly!"

These people felt as if they had been granted a pardon. As long as they didn't touch the death warrant, they were fine with anything. They hurriedly bowed and scraped as they ran to persuade the crowd still watching to leave. They should be grateful that 1957 was the best era in terms of social atmosphere (the setting is that He Yuzhu was reborn in December 1956, and it is now January), far less radical than 1978. Although they were full of curiosity, they gradually dispersed.

Secretary Ma looked at the temporarily cleared doorway, but he felt no relief. He knew that something even more serious was yet to come. Ignoring Wang Xuemei, who was still standing there in a daze, he ran back to his office and slammed the door shut. He rushed to his desk, his hands trembling so much he could barely hold the phone receiver. He took several deep breaths before managing to dial the district's number.

"Hello? Is this Secretary Li? This is Xiao Ma from Hongxing Subdistrict Office! I have an important matter to report to you..."

At the same time, Secretary Wang arrived at the street office on his bicycle and immediately saw Wang Xuemei standing by the entrance, staring blankly like a madwoman, muttering something to herself. He knew Wang Xuemei; the steel rolling mill was located within the street's jurisdiction, and he had been there several times when the factory director and Wang Xuemei met.

Surprised, I still stepped forward politely and asked, "Director Wang, what's wrong? I'm Xiao Wang, the secretary of Director Yang of the steel rolling mill. The director asked me to come and consult you about something."

Well, here comes another one. Upon hearing that it was one of Director Yang's men, the staff member's expression immediately turned strange. He pointed to the notice board, "Comrade, you'd better go take a look at what's up there first."

Despite his suspicions, Xiao Wang walked up to the bulletin board and carefully read the announcement of great news.