1978: A Literary Giant Who Began His Military Service

Chapter 146: Hitting a wall at every turn!
Amidst the murmurs and accusations, Zhang Han waved his hands repeatedly at the crowd, his voice strained: "It was...it was an accident...purely an accident..."

Suddenly, the noise abruptly subsided, and someone whispered, "The security guards are here!"

The man at the head of the group stepped forward with a serious expression and an air of unquestionable authority. He glanced at the tightly packed crowd, took a deep breath, and said loudly, "Comrades, I have a preliminary understanding of the ins and outs of this matter, and I will definitely give you a fair explanation! As for the old lady, our security department will send her to the hospital for examination shortly, so please rest assured!"

After saying that, he turned around and strode up to Zhang Han, lowering his voice and speaking in a tone full of rebuke: "Who the hell told you to start a fight in front of so many people? This is utter nonsense!"

"I...I..." Zhang Han's face turned pale, and he was so nervous that his tongue got tied, and he couldn't finish a sentence.

at this time.

A beautiful woman ran out from the crowd: "Grandma? Grandma? What happened to you?"

Yao Fanghua ran forward.

Zhang Han was also a little surprised. Could this person be a relative of the old man?

He immediately started lying: "The old lady just accidentally bumped into the threshold; we didn't do anything to her!"

The head of the security department quickly added, "Yes, yes, I saw it too. It was the old man's own carelessness. Don't worry. Of course, since it's a problem on our end, we will definitely help the old man handle it!"

Yao Fanghua glanced at the shovel opposite her, and her heart sank!
She has a strong personality, but she's not stupid!
The people on the other side are from the security department; they're local bullies! If I offend them here, will I ever be able to get out?
Regardless of her reasons, Yao Fanghua remained silent for a while before slowly saying, "I'm sorry, the old lady has caused you trouble, but I'll figure out how to get her to the hospital!"

The security guard took a deep breath: "Okay, we're really sorry, we didn't expect this to happen. As for the urban construction department, we'll teach them a lesson!"

Waiting for Yao Fanghua to carry the old man away.

Zhang Han also took a deep breath. Wang Weimin, the head of the security department, stepped forward and gathered a group of people, saying, "Fellow villagers!"

Wang Weimin cleared his throat, pressed his hands down, and his face lost the politeness he had shown Yao Fanghua earlier. His eyes swept over the crowd of onlookers, carrying a cold and intimidating look: "Fellow villagers, to put it bluntly, what happened today was just an accident."

He paused, then slowly strolled a couple of steps in front of the crowd. His voice was low but clear: "The old lady is getting on in years. She just slipped and fell. It has nothing to do with our urban construction or the security department. We're all neighbors, we see each other all the time, there's no need to make a big deal out of this."

"Besides," he changed his tone, his eyes suddenly sharpening as he swept over the people who had just been shouting "call the police," "if this really escalates to the police station, it will delay the urban construction progress in this area and affect the planning of our entire neighborhood. If the construction is delayed and the compensation is paid late, who will suffer? Won't it be yourselves?"

Zhang Han, standing nearby, quickly chimed in, "Exactly! Don't jump to conclusions. We didn't touch the old lady at all; it was purely accidental on her part. If word gets out, people will think we're a tough and unreasonable place, and who would dare invest here in the future?"

Wang Weimin nodded, his tone softening slightly, but still carrying an undeniable air of authority: "Everyone here today is a sensible person; they know what to say and what not to say. If anyone asks in the future, just say 'the elderly person accidentally fell,' and don't embellish it."

He stopped in front of a resident who had just been agitated, patted the man on the shoulder with a light touch, and said, "It's all for everyone's good. Don't cause trouble for yourselves and make things difficult for us. If anyone spreads rumors, don't blame our security department for being ruthless when it comes to coordinating any benefits or issues in the area."

Finally, he raised his voice and emphasized again, "Everyone, disperse! Go do what you need to do, don't crowd around here and cause trouble. Remember what I said, it will benefit everyone!"

……

After leaving the courtyard with the old lady, Yao Fanghua, accompanied by two residents with whom she had a good relationship, left the courtyard.

Soon, a group of people arrived at the hospital, called for emergency services, and went straight into the operating room.

Yao Fanghua waited anxiously outside the door, but it took a long time for the doctor to come out. He called out, "Who is the patient's family member?"

Yao Fanghua immediately walked over: "Who am I?"

"The old lady is out of danger, but she still has a mild concussion! She won't wake up for a while," the doctor said.

Yao Fanghua took a deep breath. Although the old lady was out of danger, she still felt the injustice of what had happened!

The fact that the other side dared to openly conceal this accident from her meant they were well-prepared, but Yao Fanghua was strong-willed and would not let this happen in vain!
Furthermore, judging from the other side's stance, it seemed they intended to simply let the matter drop.

Think of this.

Yao Fanghua went straight home.

She knocked on the door and entered. Her elderly mother opened it, and upon seeing Yao Fanghua, she scolded, "You haven't been back for months! Are you uncomfortable at home, Grandma?" Yao Fanghua immediately shook her head. She said, "No… Grandma was beaten!"

Upon hearing this, the elderly mother looked surprised and asked Yao Fanghua to immediately recount the story.

Yao Fanghua recounted the story, and her elderly father fell silent for a moment: "This matter is of great importance..."

He didn't dare admit he could help, after all, his father was a minor official and knew that anyone capable of doing something like this must have some influence.

"..." Yao Fanghua immediately said, "Is there really no other way? Otherwise, the old lady's old house will be demolished, and besides, she will have been beaten for nothing! What about those bad guys?"

Zhang's mother took a deep breath: "Fanghua, you have to understand that the world isn't just black and white! There's nothing we can do about this. Besides, your father is just a deputy section chief... what can he do?"

Upon hearing this, Yao Fanghua took a deep breath, immediately stood up, and said, "If you won't do it, then I'll do it myself!!"

Upon hearing this, the elderly father immediately retorted, "Don't be ridiculous!"

“What nonsense have I spouted?! I’m going to write a complaint letter and file it with the district authorities!” Yao Fanghua shouted immediately.

"..."

She left immediately after saying that.

Back in the courtyard, Yao Fanghua packed up various documents, wrote a complaint letter, and went straight to the district government. Then, feeling that wasn't enough, she took the complaint letter and went to the police station to report the crime.

Even if no one dares to testify, the old lady's head injury was indeed caused by a blunt force trauma. How could such a thing be concealed?

In the government office hall, an unfamiliar municipal commissioner walked out holding a letter of complaint. He glanced at the words "urban construction issues" on the letter, frowned, and shook his head slightly.

"Zhang Ke, another complaint has been submitted regarding urban construction. How should we handle this?" He turned to look at Zhang Ke beside him, his tone hesitant.

"Didn't you hear what the leader just said?!" Zhang Ke suddenly looked up, his tone full of impatient scolding. "Are your ears plugged?"

Actually, someone just called. Recently, there have indeed been quite a few messes in the urban construction sector, but the higher-ups have just said one thing: don't meddle in things that aren't your business.

These words were clearly meant to serve as a warning to these people, telling them not to meddle in other people's business—in other words, to simply throw away these urban construction complaint letters.

The commissioner looked at the signature "Yao Fanghua" on the envelope, recalling the handwritten words he had just glimpsed—each word earnest and forceful—and his heart sank inexplicably. He hesitated before opening the letter, then looked up at Zhang Ke: "But this letter is from a martyr's family member, are you really going to ignore it... is there really no problem?"

"What problem could there be?" Zhang Ke sneered, his tone sharp. "You want to get involved? If something really goes wrong up there, can you take responsibility? Who do you think you are? The city's beacon of hope?!"

The commissioner was rendered speechless by the rebuttal, his fingers tightening slightly as he held the letter. In the end, he gritted his teeth, threw the eloquent letter into the trash can, and felt an indescribable sense of frustration and pain welling up in his chest.

……

Yao Fanghua was unaware of this matter and went directly to the local police station!

Clutching the complaint letter and yellowed photos, Yao Fanghua strode to the police station's reception window, her voice trembling but unusually firm: "Comrade, I need to report this! The urban construction project is illegal; the construction team has damaged the old lady's house. Her husband is a martyr; we can't let the city he protected be ruined!"

The officer glanced at the materials; the complaint letter listed issues such as construction not following plans and encroachment on public areas, and was signed "Family of a Martyr" next to the signature. He frowned slightly, his tone formulaic: "Young lady, this falls under administrative supervision, not under the direct jurisdiction of our police station..."

"Nobody's going to care?" Yao Fanghua suddenly raised her voice, her eyes reddening. "You're not going to do anything either? She was a martyr in the War of Resistance against Japan..."

All eyes in the hall turned to him. The police officer looked troubled and quickly lowered his voice: "Please don't get agitated. I'll take the materials, register them, and hand them over to the relevant departments."

Yao Fanghua stared at the registration book, her fingertips hovering for a long time before she gritted her teeth and wrote down the information, adding: "I beg you to report this matter. Ordinary people cannot be treated like this, especially since the old lady is a martyr's family member!!"

The officer accepted the materials, put them in a file bag, and said, "I will process it as soon as possible."

Yao Fanghua stood motionless at the window, staring at the file bag. She felt a faint hope, but was also overwhelmed by a heavy sense of powerlessness—would her plea be truly heard this time?
Inside the police station, which is also under the district's jurisdiction, they received a message from above that they couldn't handle this matter recently, so they had no choice but to throw the complaint letters and materials into the trash can.

(End of this chapter)