Being a director starts with fighting domestic violence

"It's not far. It's at Pear Lane. Turn left and go in at the fourth intersection after three intersections. When you go in, find a sister who is about my age. Tell her that Sister Li from the newsstand introduced you and she will find it for you."

Because of the word "sister", the woman was more enthusiastic than Gao You thought.

"By the way, when you see her, don't stare at her face. She has a scar on her face, okay?" The woman hesitated and added another warning.

"I know, thank you sister."

Gao You found the recycling station as the woman said.

At the door of the low bungalow, there is a sign with the words "Recycling Bin" that has lost its paint and faded over the years.

She walked into the bungalow, which was surrounded by houses on three sides and a square patio in the middle. Various old items and sundries were placed everywhere.

Dilapidated wooden cabinets, wooden tables, wooden chairs, used tires, rusty iron sheets, dirty glass bottles, used newspapers and magazines, etc.

With so many old things, could there be any antiques among them?

However, although Gao You had seen some antiques and curios with the boss of the agency in order to please him, he only knew the basics and did not dare to think about picking up a bargain.

She just needs to find some newspapers and magazines.

There was only one woman in the recycling station at that moment. She was squatting on the ground, sorting out a large pile of newly collected old books that were worm-eaten and in a bad shape.

"Sister, I was introduced by Sister Li from the newsstand. I want to buy some old newspapers and magazines." Gao You walked over and said.

The woman paused after hearing this, but she didn't turn around. She even lowered her head a little and spoke in a vague voice: "In that room, go find it yourself, five cents a pound."

The woman pointed to the room to her right.

Gao You walked over and saw that the room was also filled with various sundries, mainly newspapers, magazines, old books and waste paper boxes.

Gao You squatted down and looked for some that looked relatively intact, picked them out and put them aside.

She didn't choose too much, just one copy of each newspaper and a dozen or so magazines from this year, then carried her things out of the room.

"Sister, please weigh it for me." Gao You walked up to the woman.

The woman lowered her head and came over to put the newspapers and magazines in order. She skillfully tied up the things with a hemp rope.

Then he got up and got the scale.

Gao You listened to Sister Li and didn't look at the other person's face, but he still noticed that the woman got up slowly, as if she was not feeling well.

The woman took the scale, hooked the hemp rope with a hook, and started to look at the scale.

At this time, Gao You glanced at the woman out of the corner of his eye. The first thing he noticed was not the large uneven scar on the left half of her face, but her red and swollen right face, which was swollen and shiny purple.

How hard did someone have to hit you to get this swollen?

The woman noticed Gao You's gaze sharply and lowered her head in a hurry.

"Sister, let's go to the hospital." She was sure that the woman had more than just injuries on her face.

"No need, it will be fine in two days." The woman paused and only replied with this sentence.

"You can call the police." Looking at her resigned attitude, Gao You knew it must have been her husband who beat her.

"It's no use." The woman shook her head.

"You can also go to the Women's Federation." Gao You said.

The woman continued to shake her head.

It looks like these have all been tried.

"You can get a divorce."

This time the woman gave her a miserable smile, looking so sad and desperate.

"Who would want me if I get divorced in this state?" the woman shouted at Gao You in a somewhat shrill voice.

At the same time, his face was exposed. There was a scar on the left side of his face and a swelling on the right side. There was no intact part on his face.

Gao You felt uncomfortable seeing this.

Gao You knew that the woman was not yelling at her so much as expressing her hatred and anger towards the world.

"I want you, sister."

Gao You wanted to say, it’s not like the world can’t survive without men.

But reason reminded her that this was the late 1980s and this was a backward and poor small county town.