Countercurrent 1978 starts with the production team

ah! Ouch!

Sun Xiaoshan's miserable howl echoed continuously in the huge warehouse of the grain station.

Director Sun was playing lively here, and the weather was also hot, and soon there were beads of sweat on his old face.

Beating people up is also physical work.

This Sun Xiaoshan is the grandson of his third uncle's family. According to his seniority, it is correct to call him uncle.

According to his original intention, he wanted to show off to others, but as he glanced around him out of the corner of his eye, he was also wondering why no one had come up to hold him back after such a long time.

If someone else comes to pull you away, you might as well get off the road and stop temporarily.

In fact, everyone was stunned for a moment. They didn't expect Director Sun to be so cruel to his nephew, and they didn't even think of starting a fight.

"Is this still a high-ranking official's style? When it comes to fighting people, even compared to people like myself, I don't have to give in much. No, I am even inferior to myself. I really learned a lot."

The people at the grain station looked at the formation in front of them, and they all had a feeling of admiration for Director Sun.

As an ordinary staff member, the director of the town's revolutionary committee is already a high official in their eyes.

Stationmaster Zhang watched with twitching eyes. He didn't expect Director Sun to be so brave today.

He has worked at the grain station for more than ten years. Don't try to hide all the big and small things at the grain station from him.

Sun Xiaoshan's moral integrity was not enough in front of him.

So when something happens, someone close to him will report it to him.

In the past, for the sake of Director Sun, he could pretend to be deaf and dumb, turn a blind eye, and pretend it never happened.

But if this matter is not handled well today, if the situation continues to develop, it may become a group incident.

Don't talk about your own black hat by then, I'm afraid Director Sun's won't be able to keep it either.

Chu Jianghe from Xiaohe Village also had a good relationship with his nephew. His nephew spoke highly of this person in both words and expressions, and he also conveniently betrayed Xiaohe Village to save face.

It happened that Director Sun also came to inspect the work today, so he didn't hide it from Director Sun and told Director Sun exactly what happened.

Unexpectedly, after Director Sun heard this, he actually staged a full martial arts performance in front of the public, which Station Master Zhang did not expect.

Chu Jianghe watched the excitement from the side and sighed in his heart. Although Director Sun had old arms and legs, he was also from a farmer's family. His strength was very useful. Soon, Sun Xiaoshan, who was lying on the ground, was already covered with green skin. The face is swollen.

Chu Jianghe was also puzzled. Although Director Sun treated him quite well, he thought he was not good enough to let Director Sun beat his nephew to show him.

This is the reason, Chu Jianghe can't figure it out.

If you can't figure it out, you just don't think about it. In any case, Director Sun beat his nephew in public, most likely for himself.

Seeing that it was almost time, Sun Xiaoshan had also learned his lesson. Only then did Chu Jianghe step forward and reach out to hold Director Sun.

If he doesn't step forward, Director Sun will blame himself even if he doesn't say anything.

"Director Sun, calm down, calm down, anger is very harmful to the body."

"Jiang He, don't stop me. I have to teach this bastard a lesson today, so as not to keep him from harming the villagers and swallowing all the things I taught him in the dog's belly."

When Director Sun saw Chu Jianghe coming forward to stop him, he was ready to fight. He didn't expect that Chu Jianghe was so strong.

Even though the veins on his face popped out, he didn't break free from Chu Jianghe's hand and just kicked him a few times.

"Old Zhang, teach this brat a lesson for me."

Stationmaster Zhang is also an old man. He would not take this seriously when he heard this. He also advised: "Director Sun, I think Xiaoshan has learned a lesson. That's enough. If we continue to fight, I'm afraid someone will die."

Seeing Sun Xiaoshan on the ground, his skin was bruised and his face was swollen, especially his face had been swollen into a pig's head, and his body was covered with dense footprints. It looked really miserable.

Stationmaster Zhang also shook his head secretly. He was also a little confused. Could Director Sun's intention be just out of anger?

Not to mention that Stationmaster Zhang was confused, even Sun Xiaoshan, who was lying on the ground and groaning in pain, was puzzled.

His uncle, who was usually kind to him, was so angry today.

Director Sun was in a stalemate with Chu Jianghe for a while, and then gave up bitterly.

Even though Sun Xiaoshan looked extremely miserable, Director Sun was still very measured in his attacks. Except for the first few real attacks, the rest were directed at the meaty places.

Sun Xiaoshan, who was on the ground, said angrily: "If you can't do this job, go home as soon as possible."

After that, he gasped and spoke to Chu Jianghe: "I was a very sensible child before, but I didn't expect that this kid has become so lawless now. I really can't do it if I don't teach him a lesson. I'll give it to you comrades in Xiaohe Village." It’s troublesome.”

Chu Jianghe was still very discerning, and followed Director Sun's words and said, "Director Sun, you are too impulsive. I guess there must be a misunderstanding here. It will be good if we clear it up."

Director Sun said so, and even personally taught his nephew a lesson. If he persisted in pestering him, it would be because he was ignorant.

Chu Jianghe was ready to expose this matter with just one word.

Director Sun nodded secretly. It was worth it that he had spent so much effort. He immediately pulled Sun Xiaoshan to Chu Jianghe and patted him on the shoulder again.

"You little bastard, apologize to the comrades in Xiaohe Village."

Sun Xiaoshan covered his face and bowed to Chu Jianghe and the members of Xiaohe Village standing aside, and said softly: "Comrades of Xiaohe Village, I'm sorry."

Chu Jianghe was confident and nodded lightly.

The other members of Xiaohe Village were a little panicked. Director Sun came forward in person. This was a big deal. He waved his hands repeatedly: "It's okay, it's okay."

Finally, the clever grain station staff said that the quality inspector just got the wrong grain spy.

There was still unqualified wheat that had just been inspected yesterday in this grain spy, which was why this misunderstanding arose.

This matter is completely over.

Director Sun then pulled Chu Jianghe to the side and said somewhat mysteriously: "Jiang He, someone called the town this morning and said he was looking for you. His surname is Qin."

Your surname is Qin? Chu Jianghe's first reaction was his Uncle Qin.

At the same time, he finally understood why Director Sun behaved like this today. I am afraid that he heard unusual information from Uncle Qin's phone call.

Director Sun saw that Chu Jianghe was not surprised, and felt a little complicated.

When will this young man be able to speak directly to a leader like that? And let the chief go to him directly?

It seems that this young man is really different from what he used to be.

"I originally sent people to Xiaohe Village to look for you, but I didn't expect you to be at the grain station in the town."

Chu Jianghe nodded, indicating that he already knew.

It seems that the reminder I gave him before has been verified, so I looked for him.

Since the relationship between us and Lao Maozi broke down, Annan turned to the other party, thinking that he had a big leg, and with the support of the other party, he continued to provoke us.

This ungrateful white-eyed wolf is getting more and more serious now, and it seems that it has touched our bottom line.

It’s tolerable, it’s unbearable!

On July 1978, 7, we stopped all assistance to Annan.