Siheyuan: Started at 57, he is a ruthless person who doesn’t talk much!

"The deputy director, I'll go in first."

Just now, Zhao Dashan was still curious about why everyone dispersed.

It wasn't until he saw the deputy director of the workshop that he was startled and turned around to go in.

"Old Zhao, wait a minute."

The deputy director of the workshop shouted at Zhao Dashan.

"What happened to the deputy director?"

Zhao Dashan turned around in surprise.

"Your Xiangyang is great, he's an incredible hero!"

The deputy director of the workshop stepped forward and spoke praises to Zhao Dashan.

"Thank you for the compliment, Deputy Director."

Zhao Dashan said quickly.

"Haha, if you have time, take me to meet your Xiangyang."

"What do you think?"

The deputy director of the workshop said this with a smile on his face.

"This one……"

Zhao Dashan wanted to say something when he saw several police officers walking towards him.

"Ok?"

The deputy director of the workshop felt footsteps behind him and his face was full of curiosity.

I couldn't help but look behind me and saw several police officers in white uniforms walking up.

"Are you the deputy director of the forging workshop?"

Duomen stepped forward and asked.

"I just don't know what's going on?"

The deputy director of the workshop had a look of shock on his face.

Because he doesn't know.

What is this for? Why did he suddenly come to me?

"Ah."

"We have something we want to ask you."

While Duomen was speaking, his hand was on the shoulder of the deputy director of the workshop.

"What do you want to know?"

The deputy director of the workshop seemed very confused and had no idea what this was going on.

"You need to be careful now, don't let anyone notice anything."

Duomen spoke in a low voice, and several police officers behind him rushed up and pressed the deputy director of the workshop to the ground.

"Crack!"

Then a pair of silver handcuffs fell on his wrists, as the deputy director of the workshop looked shocked and terrified.

"What are you doing, what are you doing?"

He kept struggling.

He wanted to get up from the police officer's control, but he was helpless because he was not strong enough and could not break free.

"You'll know when you get there. Take the person away from me."

Duomen waved his hand to signal someone to take the deputy director of the workshop away.

"Yes."

Several police officers nodded in agreement and took the deputy director of the workshop away.

"That brother Zhao didn't scare you, did he?"

After several police officers left, Duomen walked up to Zhao Dashan and asked with a concerned smile.

"No no……"

Zhao Dashan's body kept shaking, and he spoke in an awkward manner to cover up his mistake.

"Well."

"Nothing is wrong. I'll leave now. You should go back to work."

Duomen saw Zhao Dashan's slightly trembling legs, smiled, nodded, greeted him, then turned and left.

……

Police station.

Special Brigade Office.

"Xiangyang, are you back?"

After Zhao Xiangyang brought his men back and opened the door, he saw Ma Yan sitting on a chair nearby and chatting with Lao Bai.

Lao Bai did not go on the mission today, but stayed in the office on duty.

"Ah."

"Have you finished your shopping?"

Zhao Xiangyang nodded, and then asked with great concern.

"I've already bought it."

"How come everyone seems to be in a bad mood?"

"If you guys have a meeting, then I'll leave first."

Ma Yan immediately discovered the problem, because Lao Xing and the others who came back with them did not seem very happy and had no interest.

"nothing."

"I'll come find you later, go back to the dormitory and rest first."

Zhao Xiangyang nodded at Ma Yan.

"Okay, I'll go back first."

Ma Yan agreed and turned to leave.

"All right."

"Everyone should write a report, and then we will combine everyone's opinions and hold a summary meeting."

After Ma Yan left, Zhao Xiangyang spoke to Lao Xing and others.

"Yes."

Lao Xing and the others nodded in agreement, then went to their respective seats.

Then they started sitting there with papers and pens, scratching their heads, and some even bit the pen.

"These guys!"

Zhao Xiangyang looked at the performance of Lao Xing and others, and couldn't help but smile bitterly as he walked into the office.

I picked up a pen and paper and planned to write a post-war summary report, which I would present to everyone at the meeting for reference.

……

Labor camp.

Sha Zhu was working, and his face looked very ugly.

Because he found out.

When I came in this time, the treatment seemed to be very bad.

Even many people's attitude towards him has changed dramatically.

"He Yuzhu, hurry up, it's almost time for dinner, do you know that?"

The chubby cook looked very angry and shouted at Sha Zhu: "You are a great chef, why are you so slow in cutting vegetables?"

"Fatty, are you drunk? Did I provoke you?"

Sha Zhu seemed very unhappy and stopped what he was doing, then raised his head to look at the fat white man.

"Hey!"

"Hey, He Yuzhu, have you forgotten your identity?"

"This place is a labor camp. You are a prisoner here to serve your sentence. Do you know that?"

"Believe it or not, I will report to the higher-ups right now and tell them that you are not obeying the arrangements of our cafeteria?"

The fat white man immediately became displeased, and chopped the chopping board hard with the kitchen knife in his hand.

"I don't want to cause trouble."

"If you want to make trouble, do you believe me, I will make trouble for you when I get out?"

"After all, I am a prisoner in a labor camp, and a prisoner who has been in prison for the second time!"

Sha Zhu was also angry.

He has been feeling extremely depressed during this period of time. This fat white guy dared to bully him like this.

Suddenly he stood there holding a kitchen knife, staring at the fat white man with bloodshot eyes.

"I I I..."

When the fat white man saw Sha Zhu's appearance, he suddenly felt a chill sweeping through his body.

It even became difficult to say this clearly.

"I don't want to cause trouble, but that doesn't mean I'm afraid of it."

"I hope you all remember this."

Sha Zhu glanced viciously at the group of kitchen helpers in the cafeteria, and then started busying himself with the shredded potatoes in his hands.

"What are you all doing?"

Just at this time.

A supervisor came in and found everyone else standing there in a daze.

Only when Sha Zhu was cutting vegetables there, he couldn't help but walk in with a gloomy face and spoke harshly.

"what!"

"When disciplining just now, Fatty Bai and He Yuzhu had a conflict."

"Yes, that's right. The fat guy was frightened by He Yuzhu and he couldn't even speak clearly."

"If you don't believe me, I'll teach you how to do it."

The others quickly told the supervisor in detail what had just happened.

He even pointed at the fat white man next to him whose legs were still trembling.