Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

From Kaoshantun to Hongxing Commune, it's a 20-mile snowy road.

Zhao Shanhai moved here step by step.

The wind cut my face like a knife, and my shoes were already filled with snow water, so cold that I lost all feeling in them.

But he felt no cold; the fire of revenge burning in his chest made his eyes bloodshot.

He's going to turn things around.

Once he enters the commune gate and hands over this letter of denunciation, he can prove that he is a good comrade who "puts family members before family"!

Finally, the grand gatehouse, painted yellow and adorned with a red five-pointed star, came into view.

Red Star Commune compound.

This is his territory, his domain of power.

Here, no one dares to call him "rotten crotch," and no one dares to let him ride in a manure truck.

Zhao Shanhai took a deep breath, wiped his messy hair with saliva, straightened his already frozen back, gripped his briefcase tightly, and walked toward the gate with those legs that, even with a limp, still walked with an "official gait".

"Old Zhang! Open the door!"

Before even getting close, Zhao Shanhai habitually shouted, trying to regain his usual authority as a member of the team.

Inside the guardhouse, old Zhang, who was watching the gate, was warming himself by the fire while holding an enamel mug.

Normally, whenever Zhao Shanhai passed by, the old man would bow and scrape through the window, offer him a cigarette, and greet him with "Good morning, Officer Zhao."

Available today.

Hearing the shout, Old Zhang slowly poked his head out.

Those murky, squinting eyes sized up and down Zhao Shanhai, who was disheveled and covered in soot, as if he were a vagrant just dug out of a garbage dump.

"Hey, who's this?"

Instead of pressing the button, Old Zhang slammed the window of the guardhouse shut halfway, as if afraid something dirty might get in.

"This is a restricted area of ​​the commune; unauthorized personnel are not permitted to enter. If you need to beg for food, go elsewhere."

Zhao Shanhai was stunned.

He never expected that even this watchdog would dare to bite him!

"Old Zhang! Are you blind?"

Zhao Shanhai rushed to the window, pointed at himself, spitting as he shouted, "I'm Zhao Shanhai! I have urgent business with the Party Secretary! Open the door now!"

"Zhao Shanhai?"

Old Zhang, standing behind the glass, didn't open the door as usual. Instead, he held up his teacup and sighed three times in a row, "Tsk, tsk, tsk."

His gaze held three parts surprise and seven parts mockery, as if he were looking at a rare and wonderful creature.

"Oh my, Officer Zhao, I really didn't recognize you."

Old Zhang shook his head, a mocking smile playing on his lips:

"You usually seem so dignified, but your look today is quite unique."

"But don't try to act tough with me. Xiao Li from the office just came down and told me that your desk needs to be cleared out, saying... to make room for coal storage in the boiler room."

boom!

Zhao Shanhai's mind went blank, as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer.

Cleaning up the desk? Piling up coal?

Is this a move to...dismiss him?!

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Zhao Shanhai frantically pounded on the windowpane, leaving black handprints on it.

"I didn't receive any notification! I'm a permanent employee! Who dares to dismiss me? I want to see Secretary Liu! I want to report this in person! There's a misunderstanding here!"

"Misunderstand?"

Old Zhang seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world. He put down his teacup, his expression turning utterly disdainful, even tinged with a hint of "admiration."

"Zhao Shanhai, Zhao Shanhai, what can I say about you?"

"Are you out of your mind?"

Old Zhang pointed towards the secretary's office inside and said in a sarcastic tone:

"Secretary Liu values ​​you so much! He treats you like a son, and even introduced you to his own daughter!"

"What a huge honor! What a high threshold! So many young men in our commune have worn out this opportunity!"

At this point, Old Zhang changed his tone, his voice filled with sarcasm:

"And what did you do?! You were given a chance, but you failed miserably!"

"You went on a blind date, had a meal, and managed to scare that young woman so much she cried all night!"

Zhao Shanhai's face flushed red and then turned pale: "I...I'm because..."

"Don't explain!" Old Zhang waved his hand, looking at him with an expression of utter disbelief.

"I've lived most of my life, and I've seen blind dates fail, and I've seen couples who just didn't click. But someone like you, who scared a girl so badly she had a mental breakdown, is a first for me!"

"I heard Liu Meilan went back and couldn't speak properly, she was trembling when she saw people! Did you go on a blind date, or did you dress up as a ghost?"

Old Zhang gave a thumbs-up, which was a blatant insult:

"Zhao Shanhai, you're truly a genius! Like a scorpion pooping—one of a kind!"

"With your skills, I think you shouldn't be a manager. You'd be better off acting in 'Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio'!"

"You...you're talking nonsense!"

Zhao Shanhai was so angered by these few words about "talent" that he almost vomited blood.

This is even more painful than being called bad.

This is an insult to him, calling him stupid, incompetent, and a hopeless case!

"I need to explain! It's because that bastard Zhao Shanhe caused trouble! I have important information to report to the organization!"

Zhao Shanhai suddenly pulled the letter of denunciation from his pocket, as if grasping at a last straw, and pressed it tightly against the glass:

"I'm going to report this! I'm going to stand up for my own family! Zhao Shanhe is a profiteer! Old Zhang, if you dare stop me, you're protecting a criminal!"

Just then.

Beep—beep—!

A deep, resonant car horn sounded from deep within the compound.

A grass-green Jeep slowly drove out. License plate number: 001.

Old Zhang was startled and quickly pressed the button, and the large iron gate slowly opened.

He immediately put on a fawning smile, ran out of the guardhouse, and gave the car a half-hearted salute.

When Zhao Shanhai turned around, his eyes lit up instantly, so bright it was frightening.

That's Secretary Liu's car!

"Secretary! Secretary Liu!"

Zhao Shanhai rushed forward like a madman, disregarding everything.

He didn't care at all whether he would be hit and killed. He lunged at the front of the jeep, his knees buckled, and he knelt down in the snow with a thud.

squeak--!

The jeep braked suddenly, its tires leaving two deep black marks on the snow, and stopped just centimeters from his knees.

"Secretary! This is Zhao Shanhai! I want to report something to you!"

Zhao Shanhai knelt on the ground, holding high the letter of denunciation, warmed by his body heat and soaked with snow water, and shouted hoarsely:

"My own brother, Zhao Shanhe! He's a speculator! He has a huge amount of unexplained wealth! He's undermining socialism!"

"To protect the collective interest, I'm willing to sacrifice even my own family, Secretary! Please read this letter!!"

The car was deathly silent.

The wind and snow howled, and Zhao Shanhai's hand holding the letter trembled violently.

He's gambling.

I bet Liu Changzheng, as a veteran revolutionary, would value this kind of political awareness of "putting righteousness before family ties."

half an hour.

The rear window slowly rolled down.

He revealed a square face.

He was in his fifties, with gray hair and eyes like two knives, exuding the unique pressure of a superior.

It was Liu Changzheng, the commune secretary.

He didn't read the letter.

He didn't even look at Zhao Shanhai's face, which was covered in soot and tears.

His gaze fell on Zhao Shanhai's muddy shoes, then swept over his smelly Zhongshan suit.

"Sacrificing family for the greater good?"

Liu Changzheng's voice wasn't loud, but to Zhao Shanhai, it sounded like a thunderclap.

"Secretary! It's true!"

Zhao Shanhai thought he had a chance, so he crawled two steps forward on his knees, his face full of flattery and eagerness:

"My brother's house is suspiciously built! It cost several hundred yuan! Where did he, a farmer, get that money? He must have done something illegal..."

"Zhao Shanhai".

Liu Changzheng interrupted him.

He finally turned his head and looked directly at Zhao Shanhai.

There was no anger in his eyes, only a deep disappointment and disgust.

"I originally thought that although you have some minor flaws, you are at least a scholar and a promising talent."

Liu Changzheng's tone was icy, as if he were pronouncing a death sentence:

"That's why I introduced Meilan to you, hoping to give you a helping hand."

"But what about you?"

Liu Changzheng sneered and shook his head:

"You've really opened my eyes."

"You'd even bite your own brother to protect yourself."

"Someone like you, who doesn't even have a 'human touch,' if you stay in the commune, I'm afraid you'll turn around and bite me one day."

After saying that, Liu Changzheng didn't even extend his hand, but simply waved coldly at Old Zhang outside:

"Uncle Zhang, please keep a closer eye on the gate from now on."

"Don't put all sorts of dirty things in there, it's bad luck."

"Yes, Secretary!"

Old Zhang responded loudly, grabbed the large broom he had prepared beforehand, and rushed over.

"No! Secretary! Let me explain!"

Zhao Shanhai was desperate. He tried to grab the car door handle: "Zhao Shanhe really has a problem! You just need to investigate..."

Om-!

Liu Changzheng didn't give him a chance at all and rolled up the car window.

The driver stepped on the gas, and the jeep sped past Zhao Shanhai, kicking up a cloud of snow.

The splashed mud smeared Zhao Shanhai's face again.

"Get out of my way!"

Old Zhang, taking advantage of Zhao Shanhai's power, mercilessly lashed out at him with his broom, striking his Zhongshan suit repeatedly.

"Did you hear that?! The Party Secretary said you're a piece of dirt!"

"Get out of here! Don't dirty the commune's land! You're such a useless piece of trash, you can't even handle a chance!"

"Ah! Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me!"

Zhao Shanhai was beaten so badly that he ran away with his head in his hands. The letter of complaint in his hand fell into the mud and was stepped on by Old Man Zhang.

That was a letter he had been writing all night.

That was his hope for a comeback.

At this moment, under the crushing weight of those broken shoes, it turned into a pile of rotten paper pulp.

"My letter...my letter..."

Zhao Shanhai tried to pick it up, but Old Zhang shoved him in the chest with a broom, causing him to stumble and fall into a snowdrift.

The door slammed shut in front of him.

Clang!

This loud noise completely severed his connection with the world he had once been so proud of.

Zhao Shanhai sat on the cold snow, looking at the tightly closed gate and then at the jeep that drove away.

He wanted to cry, but found that he had already cried all his tears.

In the village, he was known as "the tattered crotch that terrifies children."

At work, he was known as "a useless piece of trash who scares women to tears."

"Zhao Shanhe..."

Zhao Shanhai's fingers dug deep into the soil, his nails broke and bled.

His logic remains unchanged.

All of this is because of Zhao Shanhe!

If Zhao Shanhe hadn't become rich, if Zhao Shanhe hadn't built a house, how could he have ended up in this state?!

"I refuse to accept this..."

Zhao Shanhai let out a low, beast-like growl from his throat.

He staggered to his feet and picked up the wad of pulp so rotten that the writing was illegible.

"The commune doesn't care... I'll go to the county!"

"The county won't do anything... I'll go to the city!"

"I refuse to believe it! This world can't be turned upside down by a mere speculator like you!!"

In the wind and snow, the once refined and respectable Zhao, the cadre, now looked like a demon crawling out of hell.

He turned around, dragging his leg, which seemed to be truly lame, and slowly made his way towards the more distant county town.