Siheyuan: Since 51

Zhang Suqiu has a very difficult life.

On Saturday, I was scolded by the employees for a long time.

On Sunday, I was feeling depressed and went out to drink with friends. On the way home, I was put in a sack and beaten.

Calling the police was fruitless and basically in vain.

After work, the more I thought about it, the angrier I got.

When I went to the cafeteria to eat at noon, I faced the employees pointing and talking. I couldn't bear it any longer, and with full of anger, I went to find Tang Wenqiang to argue.

He came to Tang Wenqiang's office, pushed the door hard without knocking, and asked him questions.

"Tang Wenqiang, what's wrong with you? Zhang Xiaomao is making soy products for the engineering department, and you don't know how to coordinate the work? Zhang Xiaomao is exhausted, and I'm being scolded. You have an unshirkable responsibility..."

Tang Wenqiang was not surprised at all. He stood up with a smile and walked forward.

"Director Zhang, what you said is so unreasonable. Have you ever talked to me about this?"

With just one sentence, Zhang Suqiu was speechless.

Hou Hongming and four others joined forces to take over the voice of the Party Committee.

As a general under Hao Zhengyi, Zhang Suqiu believed that the situation at the steel rolling mill had changed and was even more proud.

In order to please the four people, he decided to work overtime and have more meals.

Do we need the canteen director’s approval to let a kitchen staff do some work?

Zhang Suqiu felt it was totally unnecessary.

Now that he is being questioned, he is even more indignant.

"Do I need to tell you about this little thing?"

As he spoke, he pointed at Tang Wenqiang and uttered harsh words.

"Your management of the canteen is a big problem. I will report it to the factory leaders. Just wait for the consequences!"

Tang Wenqiang curled his lips, leaned forward, lowered his voice, and whispered: "You idiot, give me back the melon leaves, you should worry about yourself!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand and gently patted Zhang Suqiu's face.

Zhang Suqiu was already angry, so she couldn't hold it back any longer. She pushed Tang Wenqiang hard and started cursing.

"Tang Wenqiang, you are looking for death!"

"I'll kill you if I can't!"

……

Tang Wenqiang took a few steps back and took out a dagger from behind.

Zhang Suqiu was stunned for a moment, and was extremely frightened, with her eyes wide open.

However, Tang Wenqiang held the dagger in his right hand and slashed the back of his left forearm fiercely, and blood gushed out instantly.

Then, another knife came from the left chest diagonally to the lower right.

The white shirt was torn, and a bloodstain appeared intermittently.

Zhang Suqiu was completely dumbfounded. She stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Tang Wenqiang threw the dagger forward and shouted loudly.

"Someone come, someone come quickly, Zhang Suqiu has gone crazy."

Tang Wenqiang's office is in a corner of the cafeteria.

When Zhang Suqiu was cursing, several people came over to listen.

As a result, before they arrived, they heard Tang Wenqiang's shout and a group of people rushed over immediately.

When they arrived at the office door and looked inside, everyone was stunned.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Zhang Suqiu actually dared to use a knife?"

……

Tang Wenqiang waved his hand quickly, "Quick, stop him, he's crazy."

"Bullshit, I'm not crazy."

Zhang Suqiu came to her senses, turned around, pointed, and hurriedly explained.

"It's him. He's hurting himself. He's framing me..."

Everyone had some grievances against Zhang Suqiu, so they didn't listen to him and in no time, Zhang Suqiu was pinned to the ground.

Some people even took the time to remind him, "Director Tang, please go to the infirmary to bandage your wound. It's not good to keep bleeding!"

Tang Wenqiang pretended to hesitate, "Well... okay, I'll go to the infirmary first, and when the security department comes, you can help explain it."

"no problem."

Infirmary.

Two doctors, Yu Rou and Zhong Fuguang, were brought into the factory by Lin Zhiyuan through Ren Changxing, and they also knew Tang Wenqiang.

Seeing Tang Wenqiang covered in blood, Yu Rou's eyes widened and she asked in shock, "Wenqiang, what happened to you?"

Tang Wenqiang grinned, "Sister Xiaorou, don't ask me first, just help me bandage it."

On the other side, Zhong Fuguang waved his hand and said, "Come on, come on, come to the inner room."

Then he waved his hand and said, "Everyone else, go away. The wound is not shallow. I guess it will need stitches. There's nothing to see."

Enter the inner room.

Yu Rou cut open Tang Wenqiang's shirt quickly and efficiently.

He looked from head to toe and said thankfully, "The wound on the body is not deep. Just apply some medicine and bandage it. What happened?"

Tang Wenqiang said casually: "Zhang Suqiu is crazy, who would have thought that he would dare to hide a dagger..."

Zhong Fuguang observed his injured forearm and listened to Tang Wenqiang's words. He was slightly stunned and then sighed.

"With such a long cut, dozens of stitches are inevitable."

Tang Wenqiang sat in a special armchair. At this moment, he felt a little scared and closed his eyes.

Yu Rou took the alcohol and started to disinfect bit by bit.

As soon as the cotton ball soaked in strong alcohol touched his body, Tang Wenqiang grimaced in pain.

"It hurts, it hurts, Sister Xiaorou, please go slower and more gently..."

Yu Rou pretended not to hear and did not change her actions.

After more than ten minutes, the wound was disinfected and bandaged.

Zhong Fuguang held the tray and processed the suture needles on the side, and ordered: "Xiao Rou, go to the warehouse and get some more bandages and gauze."

Yu Rou asked hesitantly, "You don't need my help?"

"No, we'll need a lot of gauze later, so it's better to be prepared."

After Yu Rou left, Zhong Fuguang said nonchalantly: "Judging from the wound, you are also lucky. When the dagger attacked, you raised your arm in time and tilted your head to the right, right?"

Tang Wenqiang was startled, then nodded, "Yes."

"Isn't there blood on the tip of the dagger?"

Tang Wenqiang rolled his eyes and nodded, "Yes, there is blood only on the tip of the knife."

"remember."

Slowly uttering two words, Zhong Fuguang handed over a towel and said, "Hold it in your mouth!"

Tang Wenqiang glared, "Brother Guang, no anesthetic?"

"What's the matter with singing halfway through a play?"

Zhong Fuguang said unhappily, "When I write the injury report later, I will write that you have injured your muscles and nerves, so you are not suitable for anesthesia. Be careful within the next three months."

Tang Wenqiang looked embarrassed, bit the towel and nodded.

Zhong Fuguang raised his voice slightly and said, "Wen Qiang, it's a bit serious. The nerves have been damaged. You can't take anesthesia. Just bear with it."

There was no sound, just a series of humming sounds that never stopped.

Lying outside the window, the onlookers felt the pain themselves.

"Zhang Suqiu, this grandson, actually committed murder with a knife even though it was clearly his fault!"

"Let's go find the factory leader and ask for an explanation."

……

A large group of people rushed to the cafeteria again.

Lin Zhiyuan's office.

Staring at Sha Zhu with his eyes wide open, Lin Zhiyuan was shocked, "Are you kidding me?"

"Hey, Brother Zhiyuan, am I kidding? Don't ask me first, just follow me to the cafeteria, this is really serious."

Lin Zhiyuan did not hesitate, "Let's go."

Along the way, Lin Zhiyuan was also very angry.

Grandma’s!

Did Zhang Suqiu take fake medicine?

How could someone do such a thing?

If anything happens to Wen Qiang, you're done for!

Come to the cafeteria.

Security chief Du Zhongyu and his men have secured the scene.

Sun Pingan and Song Yang were also there.

Chu Chen, Li Huaide, Hou Hongming and others were a few steps behind Lin Zhiyuan.