12dz Chapter 1138 We Must Not Sit and Wait for Death
Chapter 1138 We Must Not Sit and Wait for Death
Some so-called feudal superstitions actually have some merit. Humans naturally have the ability to seek advantage and avoid harm. When a major event is approaching or death is imminent, people usually have a sense of it, but no one pays attention to it.
So-called science and metaphysics are just two terms created by two groups of people. If you really want to be serious, who can clearly explain what science is and what metaphysics is?
The man with the long face held a microphone wrapped in red cloth. Standing on the stage, he looked down at the sea of people below. It would be a lie to say he wasn't flustered, but when he turned to look at Wang Qiuju, the girl was full of excitement and showed no sign of panic whatsoever. It was as if the people sitting below the stage weren't people, but cabbages ready for harvest.
The long-faced man no longer admires anyone but Da Bao. He had worked with Wang Qiuju for two or three years and only knew that this girl was a bit headstrong, simple-minded, and good at arguing.
But ever since Da Bao promoted Wang Qiuju to this position, Wang Qiuju has truly shone brightly. Now, Da Bao feels like he doesn't even recognize Wang Qiuju anymore. How could there be such a big change in just three or five days?
The long-faced man coughed and spoke loudly.
"Today, our Minjiang City held a meeting on the Four Cleanups and Five Antis Movement. Many comrades are thinking, now that the country is stable and the people are living happily, what is the significance of this movement?"
His words sparked a great deal of discussion among the audience, a consensus shared by the vast majority.
"But we can't just look at the present. We need to think more about our children and grandchildren. People today can be divided into three, five, and two: 30% are good people, 50% are in the middle, and 20% are bad people."
The purpose of this campaign is to root out these 20% of bad elements. Comrades, you may have heard that Zhong Qingfa, the capitalist at our heavy machinery factory, in order to win over some corrupt and degenerate elements, dragged one of our factory's female workers out of her home.
For three days and three nights straight, these wicked elements tortured our girl. She died with her eyes wide open in disbelief, while our corrupt and degenerate elements and capitalists used money to bribe her parents, letting this wronged girl's name sink into the sea..."
The man with the long face choked up, and the murmurs among the crowd gradually subsided. Everyone seemed to be suppressing a surge of anger, waiting to explode at any moment.
"Why do such things happen? It's because some people have feudalistic ideas, some are bureaucratic, some are corrupt, and some are embezzlers. These bad elements are hiding among us."
The document issued by the central government clearly states that we will not cover things up, we will not protect anyone, we will expose these bad elements to the light of day, and let the people criticize and fight against them.
These people are inherently evil. They don't treat us workers and farmers as partners, but as slaves. Do you think we can accept that?
A deafening roar erupted from the audience.
"No! We absolutely refuse!"
Wang Qiuju grabbed a microphone, jumped to the center of the stage, and shouted loudly.
"Can we not have a revolution? We must draw a line between ourselves and these bad elements. We must criticize and fight against them. This struggle is a struggle to re-educate people. We must not only touch their souls, but also their bodies."
As the person in charge of the Five-Anti Campaign, I hereby announce that corrupt and decadent elements, including capitalist Zhong Qingfa, will be brought to the forefront.
A deafening round of applause erupted from the audience, igniting a fire within everyone's hearts—a fire that, once ignited, was not so easily extinguished.
The long-faced man, Wang Qiuju, and the others didn't notice that several cars drove in from outside the crowd, and people gradually got out, looking at the conference venue from afar.
The big boss stood in the middle, with Lu Jianbang on his left and Da Bao on his right. Behind him were his secretary, bodyguards, and members of the working group. The big boss looked at the crowd below the stage in surprise and listened to the deafening applause. His eyes gradually became moist.
Just as the work group was about to go over, Da Bao reached out to stop them. The boss and Lu Jianbang turned to look at Da Bao.
Da Bao said seriously.
"This is a spontaneous action by the people, so let's not disturb it for now. Today's meeting is meant to remind and correct the ills of certain individuals. Don't think that having a drink, a roast chicken, or a meat meal with a capitalist is not an act of corruption."
Corruption always starts with the smallest things, like a needle or thread. So let the people sound the alarm; all we need to do is support them.
Da Bao's meaning was clear: the criticism and struggle session wasn't meant to create conflict, but rather to salvage those who could be saved. If the bigwigs and Lu Jianbang arrived at this point, the meeting might very well fizzle out.
Da Bao believed that someone would definitely jump out today, but it didn't matter. If these people jumped out, Da Bao could crush them all like ants.
The big boss nodded thoughtfully. This young man is really good. Although his methods are too ruthless, he always leaves room for maneuver in his dealings with people, which is the most rare quality.
The young men from the heavy machinery factory's combat team, two at a time, dragged all fifteen capitalists onto the stage and forced them to kneel.
Zhong Qingfa stood in the middle, handcuffed. He no longer had his usual smile; instead, he had a worried expression and stared intently at the people below the stage with his small, beady eyes. He didn't know who to hate, nor did he understand who had led him to this point.
Anyway, these poor bastards definitely want to turn their lives around and improve themselves. His eyes were fixed on the audience below, where three men in work clothes sat in a corner.
Zhong Qingfa's eyes lit up when he saw them. He raised the handcuffs, pretending to touch his face, and flicked his fingers lightly.
The three men stood up and quietly slipped out of the crowd.
Seeing all this from a distance, Da Bao's expression suddenly changed. When Lu Jianbang saw Da Bao's reaction, he quickly asked what was wrong.
"what happened?"
Da Bao said through gritted teeth.
"That son of a bitch Zhong Qingfa actually used Morse code to contact his accomplices in the audience."
"Morse code? What did he mean?"
Dabao shook his head.
“I didn’t pay attention at first, but then he said, ‘Tell the old hag that the password to the HSBC Bank safe deposit box in Hong Kong is, take out all the deposit slips, and give half of them to you as a reward for revenge.’”
"Revenge? Who is he looking for revenge against?"
Da Bao shook his head. At first, he was distracted and didn't notice what Zhong Qingfa was saying, which made him very regretful.
He quickly turned around and said to Chen Huaiwen.
"Immediately remove Zhong Qingfa from his post, conduct a surprise interrogation, and dig out all the things he has been plotting."
Chen Huaiwen agreed, led his men around, went up to the platform, whispered a few words to the long-faced man, who nodded and waved his hand. Two workers then helped Chen Huaiwen take Zhong Qingfa away.