I just took a sip of wine and waited for me to react and wanted to leave...
It's too late.
I don't know what kind of drug was added to the wine, but I didn't have any energy at all.
In a daze, I turned my head and glanced hard.
Next to the old equipment, Mr. Xing pocketed his pants and turned around.
A lantern was placed at his feet. With a frosty look on his face, he reached out from his pocket and took out the knife used to cut the roast chicken and shook it, with a sneer on his lips.
"fish...."
Before the name was called, I fell to the ground with a thump and lost consciousness.
...
I don’t know how long it took, but I woke up again in a daze.
The surrounding light was very dark, the room had no windows, and I could smell the smell of rotten furniture. Some cotton balls were scattered on the ground. Perhaps the cotton balls had turned black and rotten over time.
With my hands back and my feet together, I was tied to a pillar with a rope. I couldn't scream even if I wanted to because my mouth was gagged. If I struggled, the rope would be tied tightly around my wrists and it would hurt.
Beside my right hand, Brother Yu is looking around. He woke up earlier than me.
I struggled back and forth and whined twice.
Brother Yu heard the noise, turned to look at me, and winked at me.
"Squeak..."
The sound of the door opening came, and a figure came in with a lantern in his right hand and closed the door again.
This house is somewhere else, it has no lights, and Mr. Xing is still dressed in a military coat.
He casually placed the lit lantern on the table, pulled a broken chair over and sat in front of me.
After staring at me for a few minutes, Mr.
"call....."
Mr. Xing held the cigarette in one hand, squinted his eyes, and spit the cigarette into my face.
"Boy, this is the same cigarette you gave me. It's not bad."
"Why...."
Mr.
After saying that, he pulled out the rag I was biting.
I shouted:
"Master Xing!"
"Wang Xinggui! You are Wang Xinggui, the director of the second cotton factory!"
Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my thigh. For a moment, the pain was so severe that I couldn't breathe.
I inserted a small knife into my thigh, leaving only the handle outside, and the blade had sunk deeply into my flesh.
Within ten seconds, his pants were soaked with blood.
Mr. Xing let go of the knife handle.
"Boy, I told you to be quiet, but you were so nice that you called me Wang Xinggui when you came up. You made it very difficult for me."
I grinned and gasped, it hurt.
"As long as you know it hurts, don't interrupt what I'm talking about now, and you're the big guy."
Mr. Xing released Brother Yu's mouth and pointed the knife at his face.
Brother Yu looked at it and said nothing.
"Hey..." The old man sighed again and sat on the chair.
"Yes, you are right, I am Wang Xinggui, the first director of the Northwest Second Cotton Factory."
Mr. Xing looked up at the roof with confused eyes. He seemed to have returned to 1958 in an instant, and his tone had changed.
"At the time of the steelmaking, Ermian had a science popularization group, a production group, and a women's group. They divided the work and property, and the responsibilities were assigned to each person. I remember that in March 1958, the municipal government issued a death order to the factory to suspend the production of cotton clothes and quilts.
All assets were used to build small blast furnaces, and all the scrap iron, pots and pans in the factory were used to boil molten iron."
"Pooh!"
"Then what the hell did you get from training?"
"More than half were scraps! Seeing that the task period was coming and the city's production tasks had not yet been completed, I brought a truckload of raw materials from Hanzhong to make steel."