In the 1960s, there was a division of labor between the military and the government. All factories or other enterprises were managed by the government. The simplest form of expression was the establishment of public managers in private establishments.
If Zhou Wenzhong’s fraud case happened after the [Fake Signature] case, even though the amount of fraud was only 80 cents, there is a high probability that he would be sentenced to shooting.
Zhou Wenzhong was lying on a bench in the detention room with his hands on his head. Yan Bugui was pacing back and forth in the room with footprints all over his clothes. He had been in this state for nearly two hours.
"It's almost the third uncle. If you don't feel confident, just go and plead guilty. If you raise your head or shrink your head, it's the same as a knife. They are all old men. What are you afraid of? You have already had three sons and a daughter in your life. What else do you know?
That's enough. Listen to my advice and let's plead guilty."
"Look at the great men in history. For example, Wu Zixu, Bai Qi, Shang Yang, Gao Changgong, Li Si and Yu Qian. Which of them is not more unjust than you? You are a cultural person, and the character of these old-timers must be passed on.
We don't want to imitate people like Qian Qianyi who think the water is too cold."
Yan Bugui remained unmoved, muttering: What to do, what to do? He kept drawing circles in the room with his feet.
"Sigh... look at me again, what's the big deal? As long as they dare to name a crime, I, Zhou Wenzhong, will admit it!"
Yan Bugui seemed to be dizzy from hunger, or maybe he was frightened. In short, he was mentally disturbed.
He ran to Zhou Wenzhong and squatted on the ground. He pulled Zhou Wenzhong's sleeves with both hands.
"Wen Zhong, why don't your three aunts and the others come to see me? The eldest and second eldest brother are also heartless, and I... Wen Zhong, guess how I will be judged in this matter? Wen Zhong, you know..."
Zhou Wenzhong turned over, facing the wall and his back to Yan Bugui.
"Zhou Wenzhong, tell me...they won't just drag me to the execution ground, right?"
"Wenzhong, Xiao Zhou, Zhou Wenzhong..."
Yan Bugui asked over and over again, but Zhou Wenzhong remained unmoved, squeezing his eyes and almost bursting into laughter. The little old man's spirit was about to collapse. If any police comrades came to interrogate him again at this time, he would probably have done this to him when he was a child.
You can directly ask questions about any bad things that happen.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Someone knocked on the iron fence again, and the two people quickly stood at attention. Five people carrying long guns walked in. The leader took out a small yellow notebook and flipped through it.
"Zhou Wenzhong?"
"arrive."
"Bundle, bind, bind."
Following the order, the two officers took out hemp ropes as thick as their thumbs and walked up to Zhou Wenzhong.
"Hands behind your back, bend down."
This "chicken wing" tying method was popular in the Republic of China, which is also known as five-flower tying. Until the popularization of nylon ties, comrades in the security department had always used this method, which is really a technical job.
The most famous one is the "pull rope" that goes around the neck of the prisoner. This rope goes around the neck and is always held in the hands of the staff. As long as the prisoner is slightly disobedient, he can pull the rope in his hand a little.
The rope around the prisoner's neck will immediately tighten, and no sound will come out. Some people with a bad taste jokingly call it: a broken throat.
Wrap the upper arm 3 times and the lower arm 3 times, mainly binding the hands, shoulders, waist, head and other parts. Only those who are sentenced to fall down on the shooting range will use ropes to tighten their trouser legs to prevent fecal incontinence.
When Zhou Wenzhong saw that they had not tied his trouser legs, he knew in his heart that his life was saved, and his worries were completely relieved.
"Pull aside."
Zhou Wenzhong's neck was pinched and pushed to the side. He bent down to almost 90 degrees, stuck out his butt, and put his hands behind his back.
"Yanbugui?"
After Yan Bugui heard his name, he was so frightened that his legs went limp and he sat on the ground. As the color of the fabric in his crotch became darker and darker, Yan Bugui had already peed uncontrollably. Lying on the ground, he peeed again.
He kowtowed and bowed, probably because he thought he was going to be sentenced to target practice.
"What are you doing standing still?"
A security guard walked out holding a long gun, and smashed the butt of the gun against Yan Bugui's mouth.
"Woo...cough cough cough..."
"Gag your mouth, tie her up quickly and take her away."
"Stab it..."
A piece of cloth was torn off Yan Bugui's cotton-padded jacket, mixed with cotton and stuffed into his mouth. Two officers took out ropes prepared in advance and walked over. The remaining person pulled the bolt of a gun and pointed it at Yan Bugui.
"I'll beat you to death if you move."
Yan Bugui was lying limply on the ground, as if his ears could not hear their instructions. He kept lying on the ground, holding on to the iron bars at the bottom of the fence with both hands.
This method resulted in the gun butt hitting the back of the hand.
"let go!"
"Smash!"
"Are you deaf? I will treat you well today."
After hearing this, Yan Bugui immediately released his hands and was picked up from the ground. He was tied up according to Zhou Wenzhong's method and at the same time he tightened the drawstring in his hands.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Yan Bugui opened his mouth wide and couldn't scream, and his face almost turned purple from holding back.
"Remember this feeling. If you don't obey me on the road, just think about the consequences. Let him go."
"yes!"
The leader walked up to Zhou Wenzhong, grabbed his hair and stood up.
"Are you Zhou Wenzhong?"
"yes."
The leader loosened his grip on Zhou Wenzhong's hair, rubbed it on his leg again, and did the same thing when he walked up to Yan Bugui.
"Are you Yan Bugui?"
"My name is Yan Bugui, you can go to No. 95 Nanluogu Lane 4..."
"If you stuff it again, there will be so much bullshit."
"yes!"
"Take them all away."
The leading officer was in front, and the remaining four people were in groups of two, one on the left and one on the right holding down Zhou Wenzhong, while Yan Bugui was dragged away, and his cotton shoes had burrs on the ground. They arrived at the police station yard.
The big truck stopped in front of it.
"Listing."
A thin white wooden board with a width of 80 centimeters and a length of about half a meter was hung around the neck. There were large letters written in black on a white background.
Fraudster Zhou Wenzhong.
Speculation is a crime, sabotage is a crime.
Stepping on the wooden board supported at the rear of the truck, six people stood on the truck, with the leader sitting in the passenger seat.
"drive!"
The truck driver jumped out of the car, straightened the rear panel first, then stood in front of the truck with the crank in hand, inserted the crank in a position similar to the front bumper, raised his butt and started to start the truck.
"Buzz buzz buzz buzz..."
Along with the black smoke, the truck drove out of the door of the Hongxing Police Station. The staff pulled Zhou Wenzhong and Yan Bugui by their hair and exposed their faces for pedestrians on the street to watch.
Looking at the familiar street in front of them, Zhou Wenzhong and others finally arrived at the intersection of the street office.
The leader jumped out of the passenger seat and ran in quickly.
"Someone, please bring up the files of Zhou Wenzhong and Yan Bugui in the No. 95 Siheyuan."
"Both of their files are not there. We already discussed the results during our meeting yesterday. Just leave a note and Zhou Wenzhong's files will follow. Yan Bugui's files are still in the school. Today is New Year's Eve.
No one goes to school at all, so you should write a note, and I will ask our kid to take him to school and hand it over to their teacher. You don’t have to worry about the rest."
"good."
"Prick, prick, prick...I pressed the note with water from a pen and put it here."
"How did these two decide? We still have to go to their yard to remove the license plate."
"Zhou Wenzhong was sentenced to 9 years and Yan Bugui was sentenced to 20 years. They were all sent to Qinghe. The specific amount of their fines is not our responsibility. It is a matter between you and the police station. Remember to tell us when you contact the police station later.
.Do you want to inform the family members to take a look? We came very early today and have plenty of time."
The staff member asked the colleagues around him and replied: "Then let's take another look. We will take advantage of the Chinese New Year to popularize knowledge among the people in the hospital."
"I'll give you 40 minutes. No trucks can enter the alley. We'll wait for you at the east intersection. Let's go."
"Hey, Xiao Chen, hurry up and ride your bicycle to No. 95 Courtyard to inform them. Their liaison officers must be at home today. Hurry up and ask them to help organize people and gather at the intersection together."
"knew."
"Pay attention to your time."
"knew."
A street office worker named Xiao Chen grabbed the bicycle keys on the table and ran out.
"Bang Bang! Bang..."
A sound of tapping an enamel basin came from the alley, and Zhou Wenzhong turned his head to look.
Led by Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong, more than 100 people came behind them, and some passers-by just came to watch the fun. By the time they walked out of the alley, nearly 300 people had gathered. They were chattering.
A mess.
The third aunt ran over with the children, slapping tears and snot on the truck.
"Old Yan! What do you think our family should do? Just take another look at the children."
Yan Bugui kept shaking his head because his mouth was stuffed with cloth, and finally he could only wink at Yi Zhonghai.
"Why are you laughing? Snap!"
Zhou Wenzhong was slapped hard on the back of his head, and he quickly straightened up his emotions. He looked into the crowd, trying to find people he knew well.
Yi Zhonghai swallowed and looked at Zhou Wenzhong and Yan Bugui.
"Zhou Wenzhong, tell me why you caused such a big trouble!"
"Wenzhong, your aunt can't come. She asked me to bring you a message: go inside and reform yourself. Don't lose your temper."
"Eh!"
Zhou Wenzhong frowned and was busy blinking his eyes. There were still good people in the courtyard, and all the efforts he had spent these days were not in vain.
"Sister-in-law, please give me a message for Aunt Zheng. I can't drink Brother Zheng's promotion wine. I'll make up for it when I get out. Go back, it's quite cold."
Before Zheng's sister-in-law could continue to speak, a group of children picked up the mud on the ground and threw it up.
"Don't hide!"
Zhou Wenzhong was held down on both sides of his shoulders, and he was holding on to all kinds of "materials" flying towards him.
The Zhou family did not come out to join in the fun. Half an hour had passed amid shouts and curses. Everyone in the truck had dirty clothes.
"It's almost time, let's disperse! Hurry back to the hospital meeting!"
Xiao Chen continued to knock the basin in his hand and shouted loudly that he should go back to the hospital for a meeting.