Era: A college student came to the courtyard house

Arrived at the cafeteria.

He Yuzhu is serving food to people at the window.

In this era where output is the standard of measurement, steel mills and coking plants have long implemented a three-shift system, so the canteen provides a meal in the evening.

Seeing Fang Yuan come to get food after get off work, He Yuzhu greeted him politely, "Do you have a mission today?"

Fang Yuan couldn't possibly tell him that this guy sometimes couldn't control his tongue.

After ordering the food and handing over the meal tickets, Fang Yuan said, "Brother Zhu, I remember there's a rule in your line of work: you just cook and don't ask about the guests."

He Yuzhu chuckled, understanding dawning on him. He immediately stopped asking questions, slapped his mouth, and said, "I was too talkative."

Fang Yuan smiled, made an appointment with him to have a drink together tomorrow night, and then took the food to eat.

Jiang Quan maintained his gluttonous style, finishing off five large steamed buns before letting out a satisfied burp.

Seeing this, Fang Yuan asked him to pack a portion for Wang Qian and the others as well.

On the other end.

After receiving kind guidance from Wang Qian, Mu Wenbin left the duty room and went to the steel rolling mill detention room.

We arrived at the detention cell.

Niu Dazhuang was sitting with his legs crossed, looking very arrogant. He was initially startled by Mu Wenbin at the factory gate and thought he was doomed. But Song Qinkuai's appearance immediately reassured him that the organization had not given up on him.

Therefore, even though he is currently locked up in the detention room, he feels no sense of crisis whatsoever.

He knew that it wouldn't be long before he could walk out the door openly and legitimately.

Sure enough, an old acquaintance appeared.

"Brother, I told you I didn't steal anything. It's just some sawdust, why make such a fuss?"

Jiang Cong glanced at Niu Dazhuang with disdain, then silently stepped forward and unlocked his handcuffs.

"Are we just going to let him go like that?"

Mu Wenbin stood at the door, panting, his tone very angry.

"What do you want? Try shooting me again? I haven't even said you're framing an innocent person, why are you still chasing me like a mad dog?" Upon seeing Mu Wenbin again, Niu Dazhuang completely forgot his pathetic state when he was running away from the factory gate with his head in his hands.

Seeing that Niu Dazhuang was getting increasingly arrogant, before Mu Wenbin could say anything, Jiang Cong kicked him and scolded, "Alright, get the hell out of here."

Only after his own men spoke did Niu Dazhuang put away his arrogance and stagger out.

"Xiao Mu, there weren't any parts in their bag at all. It's all a misunderstanding," Jiang Cong said softly as he walked past Mu Wenbin.

"Impossible! Did you even check? My informant said he saw him sneakily take things away." Mu Wenbin grabbed Jiang Cong's arm, pressing him relentlessly, "Who signed the case closure report?"

"Isn't it a bit too much for your No. 1 Factory's security team to interfere in our steel rolling mill's affairs?" Jiang Cong, abandoning his previous amiable attitude, confronted Mu Wenbin.

"If you don't show me the case report, I'll arrest him right now and go to the factory leaders." With Wang Qian's guidance, Mu Wenbin was much more assertive at this moment.

He also understood that if he let Niu Dazhuang go so carelessly, then the shot he fired at the factory gate earlier would have been a real mistake.

"Did you see that our section chief signed it himself?"

Faced with Mu Wenbin's relentless determination, Jiang Cong took out the case report from the room and waved it in front of Mu Wenbin.

Mu Wenbin took a closer look and, after confirming that it was indeed Song Qinkuai's signature, turned and left the detention room, heading towards the administration building.

"Fang Yuan, I want to report that someone in the steel rolling mill's security department is protecting workers who are stealing classified parts."

When Mu Wenbin rushed into the office, Fang Yuan waved for him to sit down, poured him a glass of water, and tossed him a cigarette.

"Don't worry, it's just Niu Dazhuang. He can run away, but he can't hide," Fang Yuan said confidently, exhaling smoke from his mouth.

"How do you know Niu Dazhuang?" Mu Wenbin suddenly realized.

At this moment, Wang Qian and Luo Qingfeng walked into the office together.

"So, you guys were in cahoots?"

"You're the one who tripped Niu Dazhuang for me!"

"Did you come here specifically to teach me?"

Mu Wenbin raised his hand and pointed to each of Fang Yuan and the others one by one.

"What do you mean by being in the same group? We're all comrades."

"I actually made that phone call just now," Fang Yuan added softly, then asked, "Did you see the case report?"

"Yes, I see it. It definitely has Song Qinkuai's signature on it," Mu Wenbin replied truthfully.

Fang Yuan then nodded and said, "Alright, that makes things much easier."

Mu Wenbin took a sip of water and said urgently, "Then what are we waiting for? Why don't we arrest that bastard Niu Dazhuang right now?"

"Section Chief, the person is already in our interrogation room." Luo Qingfeng said with a relaxed expression.

"Alright, hurry up and eat. After you finish, we'll go interrogate him." Fang Yuan pointed to the food Jiang Quan had prepared for them.

While Luo Qingfeng and the others were eating, Fang Yuan called Mu Wenbin and Jiang Quan aside and said, "You two go and keep an eye on Song Qinkuai right now. If there's anything unusual about him, call me back immediately to report."

The two nodded in agreement, especially Mu Wenbin, who grabbed Jiang Quan and headed out without saying a word.

He's not eager to make a name for himself now; instead, he's thinking about handling the case thoroughly as soon as possible to make amends for his past mistakes.

At this point, Mu Wenbin understood perfectly well that he had definitely walked into a trap today.

Five minutes later.

Fang Yuan led Luo Qingfeng, Wang Qian, and Gu Weijie toward a red bungalow behind the administration building. There weren't many offices here; besides the two interrogation rooms in the Supervision Section, there was an armory next door.

Upon entering.

Fang Yuan looked closely at Niu Dazhuang. He was indeed ordinary-looking, the kind of person who would be easily overlooked in a crowd. However, the clothes he wore were not like those of a steel mill worker. They were clean and tidy, not dirty at all, which showed that he was not the kind of person who would work hard.

"Are you Niu Dazhuang?" Fang Yuan asked, standing in front of the interrogation table.

"Who are you? Release me! The security department has already released me, what right do you have to arrest me?" Niu Dazhuang pointed at Fang Yuan angrily.

"Still daring to act so arrogantly, Lao Luo, help him snap out of it." Fang Yuan turned to Luo Qingfeng and instructed him.

Luo Qingfeng understood immediately. He took out handcuffs and first handcuffed Niu Dazhuang's right hand. Then he dragged him a few steps toward the window, raised his hand and handcuffed the other handcuff to the iron bars of the window used for ventilation, making a standard "swearing" gesture.

"What the hell are you trying to do? How dare you persecute workers like the Zhaizidong prison and resort to torture!!!" Niu Dazhuang, who was hanging up, was in so much pain that he could only stand on his tiptoes while howling in agony.

"Look, do these things look familiar?" Gu Weijie carried two burlap sacks into the room from outside, and then took out a bunch of palm-sized precision copper parts and placed them on the interrogation table.

"Who, who put them in my sack?" Niu Dazhuang was immediately filled with dread.

Shouldn't these things be in Jiang Cong's hands?

How did I end up here?