Siheyuan: Being a fisherman in 1962

Director Yang looked at this scene with a frown on his face. After a moment, he slowly spoke: "Okay, since both of you insist so much, I will give you another chance. Shazhu, don't you believe in Ma Hua? Then do you dare to eat this dish to prove your innocence?"

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar in the cafeteria again.

Sha Zhu was stunned for a moment, then he raised his mouth with a bitter smile: "Eat it if you want to. To prove our innocence, I, Sha Zhu, have nothing to fear!"

Under the complicated gazes of the crowd, Sha Zhu picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of seemingly ordinary dish, and put it into his mouth.

At that moment, the entire cafeteria seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the upcoming result.

"Hmm..." Sha Zhu chewed, frowning slightly, then quickly relaxed, "It is indeed salty, but other than the saltiness, there is nothing else unusual. This dish is fine."

Upon seeing this, Director Yang announced to everyone: "Since Sha Zhu has personally tasted the dish and proved that it was not drugged, then this matter ends here. However, I also want to remind everyone to be more cautious in the future and not make such mistakes again."

As Director Yang finished speaking, the atmosphere in the cafeteria finally eased.

The workers dispersed and went back to their busy work, while Sha Zhu and Ma Hua smiled at each other. The tacit understanding and trust between them were most solidly demonstrated at this moment.

Sha Zhu and Ma Hua sat in a corner of the cafeteria, with two cups of hot tea and a few side dishes, chatting and laughing as if the trouble of the day had never happened.

"Shazhu, thank you for believing in me today." There was some gratitude in Ma Hua's voice.

Sha Zhu waved his hand and said with a smile: "We are brothers, there is no need to say thank you or not. Besides, I believe my eyes, and I believe your heart even more."

The moonlight shines through the window, onto the two of them, creating a warm picture.

Sha Zhu clenched his fists, beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead, and the pain in his abdomen surged like a tide, forcing him to grit his teeth and endure it.

Sha Zhu muttered to himself, "Could it be that Ma Hua really tampered with my food?"

The thought changed his mind and he shook his head again, unwilling to easily believe the worst scenario. After all, although they had minor frictions on a daily basis, it was not to this extent.

However, the body's reaction could not be ignored. Sha Zhu began to try to adjust his breathing, hoping to relieve the unspeakable discomfort.

He forced himself to smile and chatted with his co-workers, trying to cover up the abnormality in his body with lively words.

Whenever someone asked about his condition, he would always brush it off with a simple "Nothing, I'm fine", but his eyes could hardly conceal a barely perceptible struggle.

Director Yang, the usually dignified and fair leader, noticed Sha Zhu's abnormality.

He came over and asked with concern: "Shazhu, you don't look well, are you feeling unwell?"

Sha Zhu's heart tightened, but he remained calm on the surface. He forced a smile and replied, "Director, I'm fine. I just feel a little tired recently. I just need to take a rest."

Director Yang frowned slightly, as if he did not completely believe Sha Zhu's words, but he did not continue to ask.

At this time, Ma Hua walked out of the crowd with a smug smile on his face. He secretly glanced at Sha Zhu and thought to himself: "Let's see how long you can pretend."

However, things are unpredictable.

Just when everyone thought that everything would be calm, Sha Zhu suddenly stopped what he was doing and his face became extremely ugly.

He clenched his teeth and said in a trembling voice: "Excuse me, everyone, I have to go to the bathroom."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire workshop fell silent and everyone's eyes were focused on Sha Zhu.

Ma Hua's face turned pale in an instant. He never expected that Sha Zhu would ask to go to the toilet at this critical moment. This was obviously beyond his expectations.

He cursed in his heart: "This kid, how could he suddenly..."

Upon seeing this, Director Yang's face darkened. His stern eyes swept back and forth between Sha Zhu and Ma Hua, finally settling on Ma Hua. He asked sternly, "What's going on? Is there any misunderstanding between the two of you?"

Sha Zhu finally couldn't help it, and turned to look directly at Ma Hua, his eyes flashing with anger: "Ma Hua, don't think I don't know what you did! My stomach hurts so much, it's obviously you who did it!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole workshop exploded, and the workers began to whisper and talk among themselves.

Ma Hua's face turned pale and blue. He wanted to explain himself, but found himself speechless.

He didn't expect that Sha Zhu would accuse him so directly, and he didn't expect that his plan would be exposed so easily.

Director Yang was furious when he saw this. He shouted, "That's enough! You two, come to my office with me!"

As he spoke, he walked towards the office first, followed closely by Sha Zhu and Ma Hua. Their backs looked particularly heavy under the dim light.

The atmosphere in the office was extremely depressing.

Director Yang sat behind his desk, examining the two people in front of him with a sharp gaze.

He slowly said, "Now, give me a reasonable explanation, what is going on?"

Sha Zhu took a deep breath and turned the anger in his heart into firm words, and told the whole story of how he suspected Ma Hua of poisoning.

Faced with overwhelming evidence, MCA finally bowed its head and admitted what it had done.

His face looked particularly distorted in the interweaving of light and shadow. He clenched his fists, and his eyes showed both unwillingness and determination, as if he had made some kind of decision.

"Shazhu, don't go too far! It was you who asked me to put the medicine in there!" Ma Hua's voice was trembling a little, but it also revealed an unquestionable firmness.

When Sha Zhu heard this, his face instantly turned as dark as ink. He stared at Ma Hua in disbelief, as if he was looking at a stranger.

"Ma Hua, what...what did you say?" Sha Zhu's voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

The air around seemed to freeze, and the onlookers looked at each other in bewilderment. No one expected that the usually honest MCA would suddenly turn against them.

Sha Zhu laughed in anger and strode towards Ma Hua, the ground thumping with every step he took.

"You are such a good Ma Hua, you can even make up such a lie to get away with it!"

Seeing this, Ma Hua did not retreat, but took out a knife from his waist, flashed a cold light, and pointed it directly at Sha Zhu.

Don't come over here, or I'll be rude to you!" There was a hint of madness in his voice.

Seeing this, Sha Zhu became even angrier. He jumped up suddenly and pounced towards Ma Hua.

The two men immediately wrestled with each other, punching and kicking each other, and dust flew everywhere.

Although Ma Hua is thin, he is like an enraged beast at this moment, and every move he makes is deadly.

Although Sha Zhu was extremely powerful, he was unable to gain the upper hand against Ma Hua's cunning and madness.

At this moment, Ma Hua seized the opportunity, grabbed the mud on the ground, and smeared it hard on Sha Zhu's face.

Sha Zhu was caught off guard, his face was covered in filth, and he could hardly open his eyes.

In anger, he fought back even more frantically, and the two of them rolled in the mud, their clothes were torn, their faces and bodies were covered with scars and dirt, and they looked miserable.

This scene shocked everyone present.

Chen Fei stood at the edge of the crowd, watching the fight with complicated eyes.

I have never seen such a fierce conflict, and I never thought that such deep grudges were hidden in the cafeteria that seemed peaceful on weekdays.

At this moment, Director Yang's majestic voice rang out: "Stop! Stop it!"

He strode over, followed by several serious-looking security guards holding ropes in their hands, obviously ready to subdue the two men.