Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

The icy muddy water instantly poured into Gao Wenbin's mouth.

He thrashed about in the muddy puddle, his head buzzing, still not quite understanding what was happening.

He was beaten up.

He was the newly appointed head of the prestigious Hongxing Machinery Factory.

A promising new political star, on whom Secretary Chen of the city has placed high hopes.

Today, I was actually pushed down in the street by a vulgar and lowly peasant in the muddy ditch of this dilapidated factory?

Gao Wenbin groped around in the mud, trembling as he picked up the gold-rimmed glasses with lenses covered in black mud, and put them back on his nose.

Through the cloudy lenses, he saw hundreds of eyes around him.

At that moment, Gao Wenbin felt as if all these hundreds of people were staring at him indifferently, like they were watching a stray dog ​​that had fallen into a latrine.

Those gazes, like tangible slaps, were mocking his current humiliation and disgrace.

An overwhelming sense of humiliation and rage surged to the top of his head.

"Security Department!"

Gao Wenbin suddenly propped himself up, knelt in the mud, and roared hysterically.

"Where the hell are all these security guards?!"

This sound completely changed tone.

Gone was his composure, his gentle voice, and the slightest trace of the dignity a new factory director should possess.

The surrounding workers were all stunned by the shout.

Several security officers who had been hiding behind the crowd watching the commotion exchanged glances, but under the pressure of the factory director's tyranny, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and push forward.

Gao Wenbin propped himself up on his knee and scrambled out of the mud pit.

The gray wool coat, soaked with dirty water, drooped heavily. The trouser legs, cuffs, and half of his face were covered in foul-smelling black mud, and even the glasses on his nose were askew.

He didn't even bother to wipe it.

A pair of bloodshot eyes stared intently at Lao Hei, and a trembling finger was raised and poked directly at his nose.

"Arrest him!"

"And the group of people behind him!"

"They stormed the security office with weapons, injured security personnel, and now they even dare to attack factory leaders in public!"

Gao Wenbin roared, his face contorted in pain, spitting out muddy water and saliva: "Don't let a single one escape! Take them all to the police station!"

Old Hei stood still, the shovel in his hand motionless.

He looked at Gao Wenbin's face, which was completely distorted by humiliation, and slowly a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"What's wrong, Director Gao? Gone with the pretense?"

Old Hei sneered, his eyes scraping like knives across the other man's face: "Weren't you just calling us 'comrade' and spouting righteous words about helping us solve our problems?"

Gao Wenbin's facial muscles twitched violently a few times.

Now that things had come to this, he simply tore off his mask of hypocrisy and retorted through gritted teeth, "I came here with good intentions to resolve the issue, but I never expected you to be a bunch of lawless thugs!"

He straightened his mud-caked back, pointed at Lao Hei's nose, and roared, "Not only do you not appreciate the factory's kindness, but you also publicly attacked the factory leaders! Since that's how you are, I have nothing more to say to you!"

"Put down your weapons immediately and cooperate fully with the investigation team!"

"thug?"

When Lao Hei heard this word, he wasn't annoyed at all; instead, he grinned.

His grip on the shovel tightened suddenly, the bloodied tip striking the concrete with a sharp, piercing sound: "Director Gao, you call us thugs. Fine, then we're thugs today."

Old Hei tilted his head, his eyes like knives scraping Gao Wenbin's face: "So if we just don't let go now, what can you do to us?"

The voice just fell.

The monkey behind Lao Hei and a dozen or so men from Kaoshantun tacitly lowered their center of gravity, gripped the steel pipes and bricks in their hands, and took a step forward with fierce expressions.

That ferocious energy, as if it had just seen blood, hit you like a real tangible force.

Gao Wenbin was so frightened that his scalp tingled. He instinctively took half a step back and yelled furiously at the security officers beside him, "What are you security officers standing there for! Go get them! The factory pays you so much money every month, what are you doing! Arrest them!"

Several security officers stood there, their legs trembling.

The leader of the group, with a pained expression, awkwardly waved the dented aluminum lunchbox in his hand, taking a half-inch back in his steps. "No... Director Gao, we guys just finished our shift change and were heading to the canteen for lunch. We're only carrying lunchboxes, we didn't even bring anything else, so... how are we supposed to carry this?"

Gao Wenbin's mind went blank, and his eyes nearly bled from staring.

He pointed at his subordinates who were backing down in the face of battle, and roared in a hoarse voice, "Just go up and grab them! What are you afraid of! Charge up and grab them!"

"They absolutely wouldn't dare to really kill you! Even if you die here today, the factory will posthumously award you martyr status and guarantee your whole family a secure job for life! Go!"

The faces of the security officers turned green after hearing this.

In their minds, the group instantly cursed Gao Wenbin's ancestors for eighteen generations.

This bastard is really good at talking without any sense of responsibility. He just opens his mouth and thinks he can use my life to pave the way and fill the pits for you? What kind of dog do you think you are! I only earn thirty-odd dollars a month, do you think I'd risk my life for you?

Instead of moving forward, the leader bowed and scraped to the side, completely clearing the gap in front of Gao Wenbin.

He forced a forced laugh at Lao Hei, which looked more like a grimace, and rubbed his gloves together, trying to sound convincing: "Brother Hei, look at the mess this has made... We're all just trying to make a living in this factory, it's not easy for anyone. How about we just let this go?"

Upon hearing this, Gao Wenbin felt a sudden tightness in his chest, almost unable to catch his breath, and his eyes rolled back in his head.

He swayed twice, nearly falling headfirst into the foul-smelling mud pit again.

"Useless! You bunch of traitorous good-for-nothings!"

Gao Wenbin pointed at the servile security officer, his lips trembling and turning purple, spitting muddy water everywhere as he shouted, "Faced with this group of armed rioters, not only do you not dare to arrest them, but you're actually here groveling and trying to curry favor with them!"

He completely lost control, waving his mud-covered arms and hysterically yelling at the officers, "You all just wait! After this is over, none of you will get away with this! Tomorrow you'll all be cleaning toilets in the workshop!"

Those security officers shrank back and took the scolding, with no one paying any attention to him.

Cleaning toilets is better than getting my head smashed by a shovel.

Old Hei watched Gao Wenbin rage incompetently like a clown jumping around, and he lost all interest in wasting words with him.

He slowly turned his head, his bloodshot eyes looking past Gao Wenbin and the few cowardly security officers, locking onto a naked figure not far away, like a hawk, as it lay in the mud trying to sneak towards the backyard.

Wang Guowei was wriggling through the mud, using both his hands and feet, and was about to crawl out of the crowd's encirclement.

"Wang Guowei".

Old Hei's voice wasn't loud, but it was as cold as ice shards in the twelfth lunar month, clearly striking everyone's eardrums.

Wang Guowei, lying in the mud, shuddered violently. He lay there like a mangy dog ​​whose spine had been removed, not daring to turn his head.

Old Hei dragged the shovel and slowly walked past Gao Wenbin.

The tip of the shovel scraped across the concrete with a screeching sound.

Gao Wenbin was so frightened that he shut his mouth tightly, stood frozen in place, and even stopped breathing, fearing that Lao Hei would casually hit him on the head with a shovel.

But Lao Hei didn't even glance at the new factory director again.

He walked step by step behind Wang Guowei, looking down at the pile of rotten flesh, and slowly raised the shovel in his hand, which was covered in blood and mud.

"Where are you going? We still have a score to settle!"