"The leader is my father, and the money is my mother. No one in the world has a father or mother!"
Yan Jiecheng entered the factory humming a little tune.
As long as he can do this job well, not only can he earn five yuan, but he can also curry favor with Zhong Yuemin.
Zhong Yuemin is the big boy in the factory. If the time comes, he can be assigned to be the workshop leader in the factory just by saying a few words.
Just when Yan Jiecheng was immersed in his sweet dream, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him: "Brother, why are you here in the factory?" It was Yan Jiefang.
Yan Jiecheng's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly panicked. However, he quickly calmed down, turned around, and squeezed out a smile: "Liberation, I just miss you, and I came to see you." His eyes were a little erratic, and he couldn't help but smile.
Dare to look directly into Yan Jiefang's eyes, for fear that his brother would see some clues.
Yan Jiefang frowned and looked at Yan Jiecheng with suspicion: "Brother, don't lie to me. You don't work in the factory anymore, why did you suddenly come to see me? Is there something wrong?" He knew himself very well.
My brother, Yan Jiecheng has always been unable to afford it early, so suddenly appearing in the factory this time must not be that simple.
Yan Jiecheng's mind turned around, and in order not to reveal his true purpose, he immediately pretended to care about his younger brother. He walked up, patted Yan Jiefang's shoulder, and said with a smile on his face: "Jiefang, I just want to come."
Let me ask you, how is working in this workshop? Is there anything you don’t like? If you are not happy working here, I have a way to find a new place for you. You know, I know a lot of people."
Yan Jiefang frowned slightly, and when he saw Yan Jiecheng's pretentious expression, he understood something in his heart. He knew his brother's character very well. Yan Jiecheng liked to brag and often told Wu Ying'er's things as if they were true.
of.
"Brother, don't worry about me. I'm doing a pretty good job here, and I don't need you to think of a solution for me. Besides, what can you do? Don't let me get involved when the time comes.
Yan Jiefang said with a helpless look.
When Yan Jiecheng heard this, he became a little anxious: "Jiefang, you don't believe me? I really have a way. As long as you say a word, I can transfer you to another factory as a workshop leader. This is no joke." He said.
He was drooling as he spoke, trying to make Yan Jiefang believe in him.
Yan Jiefang just shook his head: "Brother, I know you are doing it for my own good, but I don't want to rely on your unreliable methods. I work on my own ability here and feel at ease. Just leave me alone.
If you have nothing to do, go back quickly and don't wander around in the factory. If someone discovers you, you will get into trouble again."
Yan Jiecheng heard that Yan Jiefang asked him to leave, which was really what he wanted. He quickly nodded and agreed: "Okay, Jiefang, that brother is gone, you have to work hard." After saying that, he turned around and left, walking in a hurry, and looking back at Yan Jiefang from time to time.
Have you followed?
He trotted all the way, looking left and right, his eyes like radar searching for anyone around him who noticed him. When he ran to a corner, he ducked and hid in. He pressed his whole body tightly against the wall, not daring to let out any air.
He stuck his head out and stared at the direction Yan Jiefang left, silently praying in his heart that his brother would leave quickly.
After a while, Yan Jiefang's figure finally disappeared from sight, and Yan Jiecheng breathed a sigh of relief. He wiped the sweat on his forehead due to nervousness, and muttered in a low voice: "I almost revealed my secret, but...
I was so liberated that I didn’t ask any more questions.”
After adjusting his breathing, Yan Jiecheng walked out from the corner. After confirming again that no one was around, he walked quickly towards the warehouse of the Logistics Department. As he walked, he repeated what Zhong Yuemin said in his heart, secretly hoping that this time
The process of picking up things can go smoothly, and nothing will go wrong again.
Yan Jiecheng carefully came to the warehouse of the Logistics Department. The door of the warehouse was ajar. He knocked lightly and shouted in a low voice: "Old Zhang, is Old Zhang here?"
After a while, an old man in his fifties or sixties walked out of the warehouse. His hair was gray and his face was covered with wrinkles, like ravines left by the years. He squinted his eyes, looked at Yan Jiecheng, and asked in a hoarse voice.
: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
Yan Jiecheng hurriedly smiled and stepped forward and said, "Uncle Zhang, it's me, Yan Jiecheng. I have a note here for you." As he said that, he handed over the note Zhong Yuemin gave him.
Old man Zhang took the note, opened it and read it. An imperceptible look flashed in his eyes. Then he stared at Yan Jiecheng for a while and said slowly: "Are you here to get something? Do you know what this is?
No?"
Yan Jiecheng felt a little guilty, but he still answered bravely: "Uncle, I don't know. I was asked to get it."
Old Man Zhang snorted coldly: "Humph, you young people just get involved without knowing anything. If something goes wrong in this matter, you can't afford it."
Cold sweat broke out on Yan Jiecheng's forehead. He smiled apologetically and said, "Uncle, I promise there will be no problem. Just give me the things."
Seeing his nervous look, Old Man Zhang shook his head: "Follow me." After saying that, he turned and walked towards the warehouse. Yan Jiecheng quickly followed.
Old man Zhang staggered forward in the dark corridor, and Yan Jiecheng followed closely, full of doubts in his heart. After a while, they came to an inconspicuous small warehouse. This small warehouse seemed to be old, and the paint on the door
The spots are peeling off, giving off an old smell.
Old Man Zhang took a bunch of keys from his waist. The jingling sound of the keys was particularly clear in this quiet environment. He picked out one of the many keys and inserted it into the keyhole. With a "crunch", the door opened.
A stale smell hit me, and the warehouse was a little dark, so I couldn't see clearly the furnishings inside.
Old man Zhang stood at the door and shook his head towards Yan Jiecheng: "Go in."
Yan Jiecheng looked surprised and stopped: "Uncle Zhang, aren't you going in? If you don't tell me, how will I know what to take out?" There was obvious anxiety and confusion in his voice, and his eyes were staring closely.
Holding Old Man Zhang.
A mysterious light flashed in Old Man Zhang's cloudy eyes. He frowned slightly and said impatiently: "You will understand when you go in. Where does all this nonsense come from?"
Yan Jiecheng looked embarrassed. He didn't want to go in without knowing anything, but he was afraid that he would offend old man Zhang and not get anything. The five yuan and the chance to curry favor with Zhong Yuemin would be gone. He gritted his teeth and stepped forward.
small warehouse
Yan Jiecheng walked into the small warehouse step by step. His eyes gradually adapted to the dimness, and soon, a wooden box came into view.
The box was quietly placed in the corner of the warehouse, as if waiting for Yan Jiecheng's arrival. The box looked a bit heavy, and the wood texture on the surface was rough, but it had an inexplicable sense of weight. Yan Jiecheng thought to himself, this must be the person Zhong Yuemin asked.
What he brought.
He quickly stepped forward, bent down, and tried to pick up the box. The box was heavier than he thought, and it took a lot of effort for him to hold it firmly in his arms.
Holding the box in his arms, Yan Jiecheng walked out cautiously, taking every step carefully for fear of accidentally dropping the box.
As soon as Yan Jiecheng walked out of the warehouse with the box in his arms and some staggering steps, he saw Zhong Yuemin and Old Man Zhang standing at the door. Zhong Yuemin had an unknown smile on his lips, and there was an unpredictable depth in his eyes.
Old man Zhang stood aside expressionlessly, looking back and forth between Yan Jiecheng and the box.
Yan Jiecheng couldn't help but be stunned, full of doubts welling up in his heart. According to what Zhong Yuemin said before, he should have taken the box out of the factory alone and then completed the handover outside the factory. But the scene now was completely beyond his expectation. However,
Yan Jiecheng didn't think too much. He just wanted to hand the things over to Zhong Yuemin quickly, get the five yuan, and then curry favor with this big boy.
"Brother Yuemin, why are you here? I brought this thing for you." Yan Jiecheng said as he walked towards Zhong Yuemin, holding the box in his arms tighter, with a flattering smile on his face.
The smile on Zhong Yuemin's face disappeared instantly, replaced by a serious and angry expression. He suddenly shouted: "Yan Jiecheng, you are so brave, you dare to steal things in the factory!" This voice sounded outside the quiet warehouse.
Like a thunder explosion, Yan Jiecheng was so frightened that his whole body trembled.
Yan Jiecheng's eyes widened with disbelief on his face: "Brother Yuemin, what are you talking about? I...I came to pick up this box according to your instructions!" His voice was trembling, and the baby in his arms was shaking.
The box seemed to become extremely heavy, weighing him down and suffocating him.
Zhong Yuemin sneered: "Humph, who can prove it? I didn't ask you to do such a thing." As he said that, he turned and winked at Old Man Zhang. Old Man Zhang understood the idea and turned around to call the security department of the steel rolling mill.
Comrade.
Yan Jiecheng was completely panicked. He rushed over and tried to hold Old Man Zhang back: "Uncle, don't go! I was really wronged. Brother Yuemin asked me to come. He gave me a note. You also
I saw it!”
But Old Man Zhang shook his hand away: "Note? What note? I've never seen it. Don't try to quibble. Stealing is stealing."
Yan Jiecheng looked at Zhong Yuemin again, his eyes full of pleading: "Brother Yuemin, why are you doing this to me? We agreed!"
Zhong Yuemin walked up to him, his eyes full of contempt: "Yan Jiecheng, you are too naive. What evidence do you have to prove that I asked you to do it? Just based on a few empty words of yours?"
Only then did Yan Jiecheng wake up from a dream, and he realized that he seemed to have fallen into Zhong Yuemin's carefully designed conspiracy. His legs began to weaken, and he sat down on the ground, looking at Zhong Yuemin with dull eyes. His mind was in chaos.
know what to do
A proud and sinister smile appeared on Zhong Yuemin's face, and he slowly opened the box. The sunlight shone in the box, and more than a dozen copper rods glowed yellow. These copper rods seemed to be of high quality, and they looked particularly dazzling outside the dim warehouse.
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The moment Yan Jiecheng saw the copper rods, his face turned as pale as paper, big beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead, his lips trembled, and he could not say a word. He knew the value of these copper rods.
Be more aware of their significance as important industrial materials. In this period of material shortage, stealing these things is an unforgivable crime.
"You... you framed me!" Yan Jiecheng finally squeezed out these words through his teeth, his voice filled with endless fear and anger. Only now did he fully understand that Zhong Yuemin had no good intentions from the beginning, and he was tricked by him.
Gotta go round and round.
But Zhong Yuemin shrugged nonchalantly: "Humph, you are greedy, you can't blame me. If people from the security department come and see you holding these copper poles, do you think they will believe that you were instigated by someone else?
If you are caught, a sentence of more than ten years will be light." His eyes were like a cold knife, stabbing straight at Yan Jiecheng.
Yan Jiecheng's eyes were full of anger, his body was trembling slightly with anger and fear, and he asked Zhong Yuemin loudly: "Why do you do this to me? I have always done what you said, how could you frame me like this?" His voice was in a loud voice.
This small space echoed with a hint of despair.
Zhong Yuemin seemed not to have heard what he said, with a cold smile on his lips, he took out a crumpled piece of paper and a worn-out pen from his pocket, and handed it to Yan Jiecheng: "If you don't want me to call the security department,
It's very simple. Write a confession and admit that you stole these copper rods. It has nothing to do with me."
Yan Jiecheng's eyes widened. He looked at the paper and pen as if he were looking at two poisonous snakes that could swallow him. He knew very well that once he wrote this confession, he would be killed by Zhong Yuemin in his life.
Holding it in your hand, there is no chance to turn around.
"I won't write!" Yan Jiecheng roared angrily, "Obviously it was you who asked me to pick up the things, and I was framed by you. Don't let me take the blame!" His eyes were full of determination, although he was afraid now.
It was terrible, but he knew that he could not compromise on this matter, otherwise his life would be really ruined.
Zhong Yuemin frowned, a trace of impatience flashed in his eyes: "Huh, you don't want to write? Then when the people from the security department come, you will suffer. When you go to jail, don't blame me for not giving you a chance.
"
Yan Jiecheng remained silent.
Seeing Yan Jiecheng's refusal to submit, Zhong Yuemin's face darkened. He winked at Old Man Zhang and said coldly: "Old Man Zhang, go and invite the people from the security department. Someone is stealing important materials from the factory. This is terrible.
We can’t just let it go.”
Old Man Zhang responded and turned around to walk towards the security department. His steps seemed slow, but every step seemed to step on Yan Jiecheng's heart, causing his fear to spread like a tide.
Yan Jiecheng was really frightened now
"Don't... don't leave! I'll write, I'll write!" Yan Jiecheng shouted with a cry, his voice full of despair and helplessness. He knew that once the people from the security department came, he would have no chance to explain clearly.
Now we can only stabilize Zhong Yuemin first, and then find a way out of this predicament.
The corners of Zhong Yuemin's mouth raised slightly, revealing a smile of success. He stopped the old man and turned to look at Yan Jiecheng: "It would have been better if it had been like this. Those who know the current affairs are heroes. As long as you obey me, you may still have a chance of survival."
Yan Jiecheng took the paper and pen and gritted his teeth.