Courtyard house: Just the right amount of pressure, leaving you bewildered but not brain-damaged.

Gao Xiaosheng only carried his personal gun on his person for five minutes before throwing it into his desk drawer.

It's really not very aesthetically pleasing and damages the positive image of the security officers.

His nonchalant demeanor, dressed in a yellow military uniform with a gun slung across his shoulder, and with the simple-minded Li Shuguo standing next to him, was practically a replica of the skit "The Protagonist and the Supporting Role".

Of course, Gao Xiaosheng is not as good as the once-in-a-millennium Pace teacher. His villainous image is not as deeply rooted. At most, he is just a filler in the security department.

There was a genuine shortage of manpower, so we brought one from the roadside to reserve a spot.

It's actually better to remove the gun; at least I won't be a conspicuous bag anymore.

Over the next week, Gao Xiaosheng finally understood what Li Shuguo meant by "laboring physically but not mentally."

The factory was peaceful and quiet, with no fights or disputes among the workers, so there was no need for him, the security officer, to intervene.

Every day, I arrive at my post on time in the morning, patrol normally during the day, and occasionally sleep overnight at the factory, which is considered overtime.

The only fun was going to the third canteen where He Yuzhu worked during lunchtime to listen to gossip.

In those days, travel was slow, letters took a long time to arrive, and ordinary people had very limited channels for receiving information.

Newspapers were the primary medium, and radios were far from widespread.

But the newspapers only published national affairs, not down-to-earth news like gossip and entertainment.

This also means that when workers encounter something amusing, they often delve into it and discuss it extensively for one or two weeks until a new alternative appears, at which point the enthusiasm gradually diminishes.

Hmm, it's a bit like a miser chewing sugarcane; he has to chew it repeatedly, squeezing out every last drop of juice before reluctantly spitting out the residue.

At present, Yi Zhonghai is like the sugarcane in the mouths of steel mill workers.

A whole week! Do you know how Yi Zhonghai has been getting through these days?

He made the logistics workshop a hit!

The factory workers treated Yi Zhonghai like a visitor to a zoo, rushing to the logistics workshop in groups of three or five during their breaks, just to catch a glimpse of his face and voice.

Not content with just watching, the group offered cigarettes and tried to get on his good side, insisting that Yi Zhonghai explain the background and his experience with the two large penises.

Even though the "Liu Haizhong version" and the "Chef He version" have been circulating wildly in all the workshops, everyone still feels unsatisfied, since third-party testimonies are far less explosive than the parties' statements.

For a time, Yi Zhonghai became a hot topic in the factory. Of the 3,000 employees, at least 2,800 wanted to know what was going on with him.

No matter what he said, anything that came out of his mouth was considered extremely rare.

Yi Zhonghai dared not speak out despite his anger. No matter how aggrieved or unwilling he felt, he had to put on a big, fat face and let everyone visit. He even had to interact with his coworkers against his will, revealing some inside information while making his 108th self-criticism.

It's because the logistics workshop has a low status and few people, and he himself is not in the right.

Even his fellow fitter colleagues watched the spectacle with their arms crossed, not to mention the electricians with whom he had little connection.

If Yi Zhonghai dared to show any impatience, the workers who had come to visit from several workshops would point at him and berate him.

If you dare to bare your teeth, you'll most likely suffer further injury.

"You guys didn't see it. I went to the logistics workshop this morning, offered Yi Zhonghai a cigarette, and listened to him ramble on for more than ten minutes. Oh my, it was hilarious."

"At first, he wouldn't even accept a cigarette, so a few of us surrounded him and forced one into his mouth, and then lit it for him."

"That old guy was so wronged, haha, but in the end he still had to answer the questions honestly with a cigarette in his mouth."

When Gao Xiaosheng overheard the workers around him talking about these things in the canteen, the image of "Moral Celestial Venerable" looking like a wronged little wife immediately came to mind.

Tsk tsk, the scene is too cringeworthy, don't think too much about it, or Yi Zhonghai's work clothes will turn into maid outfits.

Strangely, Gao Xiaosheng, as another party involved, doesn't receive much attention. Few workers even talk about him, usually just referring to him as "a neighbor from the security department."

This is somewhat unreasonable; it has made Gao Xiaosheng feel disappointed.

Although he didn't want to become a star in the steel mill, at least he had a name and a surname. What the heck is "the neighbor of the security department"? It sounds like he's just an extra.

After pondering for several days, Gao Xiaosheng finally understood the workers' thoughts.

The main reason lies with him; his mind is not abstract enough, and his behavior did not reach the level of excess the workers expected.

He simply did what he was supposed to do, slapped the people who deserved it, and was no different from any other passerby.

According to the workers, Gao Xiaosheng was even suspected of smearing the security department.

If it were them, they would at least pin Yi Zhonghai to the ground and rub him repeatedly until his face was swollen like a pig's head before they would consider it a passing grade.

These days, people are full of martial spirit; they're always saying things like "I'll beat his mother up" or "I'll give him a black eye."

Even simple neighborhood disputes can escalate into physical altercations over a mere word.

On the contrary, Gao Xiaosheng seemed too timid and hesitant, and his performance was not exciting enough, which made the onlookers quite dissatisfied.

Therefore, it is still very necessary to issue dedicated firearms to the security officers of the security department.

Mediation of worker disputes, to put it bluntly, is just about breaking up fights. If you don't have any weapons in your hand, you really can't break up a fight.

Things are different now compared to decades later, when a fight on the street could land you in jail for days.

Gao Xiaosheng has been searching through all the documents issued by his superiors these past few days, but there is nothing like the "Public Security Administration Punishment Regulations" at all.

In other words, as long as no one is killed or maimed, strictly speaking, it doesn't fall under the category of illegality at all.

After all, the "Six Codes" from the time of the bald man were completely abolished, and new regulations have not yet been formulated, so this is definitely a vacuum period.

In recent years, a number of individual regulations and rules have been issued sporadically, but they are mostly aimed at criminal offenses. There is really no basis for punishment for minor public order violations.

Otherwise, there would be no need for security officers to mediate disputes; they could simply handle them according to the law and regulations.

Section Chief Zhou Jiasheng advised Gao Xiaosheng that disputes between workers are like family matters that even an upright official finds difficult to resolve. The best way to handle them is not to satisfy the parties involved, but to gain the approval of the onlookers.

Simply put, it means standing on the same side as the majority of the people. If they believe someone is wrong, then they must be wrong, and they will not accept any rebuttal.

Gao Xiaosheng strongly suspects that the widely circulated "mass criticism" that followed was a foreshadowing of this period.

It's not that the public isn't discerning, but sometimes people inevitably treat others differently, which greatly increases the importance of personal relationships.

Of course, the ingredients are even more important.

If workers and capitalists make the same mistake, should they be treated equally? Absolutely not.

When a worker makes a mistake, it's a momentary lapse in judgment, a subjective failure to recognize their own error, a purely unintentional mistake.

When capitalists make mistakes, it must be premeditated and they deliberately sabotage the good situation of stability and unity. Only severe punishment can appease public anger.