The "veteran" held a Niu Gui's rib and placed it in front of him, observing the curve of the bone after deep processing.
The laser ruler of the auxiliary instrument drew one node after another on the surface of the pale yellow bone, and marked the errors down to the micron.
As usual, he patrolled the workshop and acted as a quality inspector, spot-checking at any time. His standards were strict, almost harsh.
"This one … is useless."
Since it was useless, the "veteran" was no longer careful. He held the end of the Niu Gui's rib with one hand and felt that it was quite comfortable. He exerted strength in his wrist and used the rib as a pointer, whipping the workbench.
"Last night, because of your crude skills, I almost lost my face in front of Mr. Mo. His design, his process, all he needs is your skills. If you can't even do this well, even if you have the face to accept work, I don't have the face to send myself there! "
Around him, the workshop workers were relatively stable. Most of them kept their mouths shut and kept quiet. No one said anything.
However, the overall environment of the workshop was still relatively noisy. At this time, at least five times the normal number of people were arranged in the assembly workshop. More than half of the hundred strong laborers of the Hengduan Seven Divisions were stuffed here.
The other half were next door.
As for the remaining old, weak, women, and children, they had another place to "settle". In short, it was separated from both sides, giving people more room for imagination, but also breeding more uneasiness.
They couldn't help but worry. The current situation was almost exactly the same as the so-called "return of the vagrants" and then being packed up and sent to Ban City. Their fate was still in the hands of others, and they didn't even know whether they would live or die in the future.
In the past ten years, they had suffered two similar incidents in a row. Anyone's mentality would collapse.
But the more it was like this, the more the "veteran" had to hold on.
He was the spiritual leader of this group of people. Anyone could panic, but he couldn't. He couldn't let everyone waste their energy in the quagmire of negative emotions.
Therefore, he secretly clenched his teeth and put up a front. He put on a posture of not panicking in the face of danger and everything was under control. He worked hard to let the younger generation around him come into contact with more familiar scenes and avoid the imagination combination of negative emotions.
At present, the effect was limited, but he still had to bite the bullet and do it. He reprimanded his apprentices with vigor.
"Everyone in this workshop, go back to your work stations. Those who are not involved, move aside. Today, no matter what, 20 sets of rough materials must be delivered to me. You can't even do this kind of rough work. Why should they praise you? "
Perhaps it was because his words had given them some room for imagination. Someone asked, "Teacher, that Mister Mo? Can you help us deal with this? "
Old Hand's eyes widened. "What is it? What business do we have? A group of people has already come to this point, what more do you want to do? "
As he spoke, he unceremoniously whipped his little disciple's shoulder with the rib whip, causing the young man's neck to twist and cry out in pain.
The 'veteran' maintained his vigorous voice and pointed at the stupid disciple who had rashly stuck out his head and scolded, "We, a bunch of people, have travelled from the Hengduan Mountains to this damned place. We have been exiled for more than three thousand miles, haven't we? Did the Star Alliance committee give a reason? No! No reason is the biggest reason. With this reason, any crime is no longer a reason … "
As long as the momentum was strong enough, even if the logic was twisted, it would still have the effect of stimulating the brain. The more the 'veteran' spoke, the more confident he became. "As long as you don't kill people, commit arson, rob, control your lower body, and don't do those outrageous things, what are you afraid of some groundless crime? Our identity is just a stick in the hands of others, helping to beat the gongs and drums to create momentum. We just need to be stained with mud and bear some crime. We don't need to worry about lice, so what the hell is there to be afraid of? "
"Teacher is right, stop hitting, stop hitting!" The talkative disciple's neck was about to twist, but his pleas for mercy were much louder.
Old Hand knew when to stop. In fact, he knew very well that these words were extreme and biased, but it was what the group of vagrant children around him were most willing to listen to.
This group of young people had already gotten used to using similar methods to hypnotize and numb themselves. They were used to lying at the bottom of the sinkhole and looking up. They had already fallen to this point, so they were not afraid of falling even more. On the contrary, as long as they climbed up a little bit, it would be a great progress.
The words were old-fashioned, as long as it worked …
The stagnant air in the workshop finally flowed again. The people in the workshop began to move to their respective work stations, while the others stood on both sides against the walls.
Seeing this situation, the 'veteran' secretly breathed a sigh of relief. But before he could completely exhale, the side door leading to the observation passage opened, and someone staggered in. It seemed that he had been pushed, and the door behind him immediately closed.
Everyone in the workshop looked in that direction.
The person who was pushed in was wearing a light blue shirt and jeans, with small white shoes on her feet. She had short hair and a round face, and was dressed in plain clothes. At first glance, she looked quite scholarly, but her age was a little unclear. At this time, she was still quite calm. She just slightly tidied her collar and smiled at the dozens of people in the workshop. In her usual restraint, there was also some bitterness.
Then many people shouted at the same time.
"Director Jiang!"
"Jiang Zhong, why are you here?"
"You're the one who caused all this!"
"You're also locked in here?"
There were only dozens of people, but they had two different tones when they opened their mouths. Some were concerned, some were sarcastic, especially when they heard the different tones of the people next to them. They even glared at each other. The atmosphere in the entire workshop was no longer stagnant, but it was more chaotic than before.
"Why are you so noisy! Don't you think it's embarrassing enough? "
The 'veteran' forcefully swung the pointer, forcefully suppressing the crowd, and at the same time, he separated the crowd and went over there.
In fact, he was a little surprised. Jiang Zhong, the technical director of the Daze Processing Factory, the leader of Songping Laboratory, and also their closest collaborator during this period of time, appeared in front of him. Looking at his posture, it was clear that he was also locked in here.
The situation was worse than they had expected.
At this time, the 'veteran' felt something. He turned his head and looked through the observation window on the outer wall of the workshop, just in time to see a few figures appear over there. Among them were Aohira and Rong San, but the most conspicuous one was the 'drug addict' who had previously ordered the arrest.
At this moment, the thoughts in the 'veteran''s' mind changed again and again. Finally, he temporarily changed his route and strode to the observation window. The rib pointer directly hit it, and the glass window buzzed.
"Aohira and Rong San, the business can't be done, and you still want to use underhanded methods? What are you planning by getting involved with this union's parasite? "
If it wasn't for the glass window blocking, the rib pointer would have directly hit Aohira and Rong San's face.
In fact, the 'veteran' wanted to hit the 'drug addict' next to him … But he didn't dare, he really didn't dare.
Aohira and Rong San weren't soft-hearted, but at least they were reasonable and operated the factory according to the rules. But the 'drug addict' next to him was willing to do anything.
The 'veteran' called him the 'union worm' because he was the vice president of the Ping Trade Market Labor Union. This was the most inconspicuous title among more than ten big and small titles.
Even this didn't bring him a good reputation.
The 'veteran' also dared to call him a 'worm' because of his identity as a union member. His heart was a little nervous …
But if he didn't do this, how could he shift the focus?
Goto Masayoshi didn't have any reaction to the 'veteran's' rebuke. His skinny face maintained a faint smile. He didn't say anything and directly turned around to leave. His temper was unbelievably good.
Aohira and Rong San also left. From start to finish, his face was like black iron, frighteningly gloomy, but he didn't say anything.
"A rat in the gutter."
The 'veteran' spat resentfully. Of course he wasn't talking about Aohira and Rong San.
He also knew that to these commoners, Goto Masayoshi wasn't a rat, but a giant crocodile. Although he was hiding in the gutter, he relied on his strong background to dig out countless benefits from the dirty water, raising his body to be fat and terrifying.
At this time, the 'veteran' actually hoped that this incident was' only 'Aohira and Rong San's underhanded methods. That way the situation would be simpler.
But this was destined to be wishful thinking. Since Jiang Zhong walked in, the 'veteran' knew that the situation was most likely not going to be good.
Thinking of Jiang Zhong, the 'veteran' realized that the rules in the workshop that were set up with great difficulty were messed up again. A bunch of people rushed over to Jiang Zhong and asked about the situation. Due to Jiang Zhong's subtle position in this group of people, it was very easy for some excessive words to come out, and then it would become an internal argument.
"Is it you guys who are up to no good? What are you guys trying to do?"
"What are you talking about? Didn't you see Director Jiang was also locked in … Master also said that it was Aohira and Rong San!"
"I don't think it's that simple. It might be a plot to sow discord."
"You can hide a nest of cow ghosts in the hole of your brain!"
No matter who was arguing, Jiang Zhong didn't speak again. She only slightly lowered her head and wore a slightly nervous smile, not defending herself at all — — Jiang Zhong was this kind of person. Although she was leading a research team and researching a sensitive project that exceeded scientific ethics, the way she usually behaved was just like how she was dressed right now. She couldn't get rid of the ivory tower scholarly aura.
The 'veteran' had communicated with her intermittently for a few years, so he thought that his eyes were not blurry and he understood.
Those watching outside temporarily left. The 'veteran' shook the rib whip again and came back to rescue Jiang Zhong, "Is this how you work during working hours?"
The scene was a little chaotic after all. Someone even talked back, "Today is Sunday!"
Then a series of complaints exploded.
"Even if there are three shifts, I still have a day off today!"
"I didn't brush my teeth or wash my face, and I was carried here."
"Today is Mother's Day. I don't know where my mother is …"
Fortunately, the prestige of the "veteran" was considerable. The people were just saying it to vent the shock brought about by the series of unforeseen events. After the old man waved his whip a few times, the crowd slowly dispersed.
Those who should go back to their work stations went back to their work stations, and those who should squat in the corner squatted in the corner.
"Thank you, Master Shou."
Jiang Zhong thanked the 'veteran' for helping her out. The latter wanted to sigh but forcibly held it back. With a cold old face, he signaled Jiang Zhong to go to the supervision post with him.
In the end, the hearts of the people were still wavering. Be it the people on the production line or the miscellaneous people in the corner, their gazes drifted along with them. The 'veteran' suddenly turned his head back, and his fierce gaze finally forced everyone's thoughts back.
When they finally reached a relatively quiet place, the 'veteran' could finally sigh and let out the breath he had been holding in his chest.
"Master Shou …"
Jiang Zhong wanted to say something, but the 'veteran' stretched out his hand and stopped him. "Alright, don't mention anything. I just wanted to come here to catch my breath …"
The 'veteran' might have put on airs in front of a group of juniors, and he also forced himself to hold his breath. It was not easy for him to have a chance to take a breather.
After another minute or two of silence, the 'veteran' opened his mouth again and said in a hoarse voice, "They shouldn't have come for us, but we just had to be caught in the crossfire."
Jiang Zhong lowered his head and said nothing.
Regardless of whether it was the 'veteran' or Jiang Zhong, both of them had some private matters that could not be exposed to the public. If it was possible, they did not want to be exposed under the spotlight.
However, regardless of whether it was the small migrating tribe led by the 'veteran' or Jiang Zhong, the technical director, they did not have the ability to struggle out of the whirlpool. They had no choice. What could they do?
The 'veteran' could not help but ponder, "We are fish in the crossfire. Where is the 'city gate' …"
Before he could figure out a reason, the small door leading to the observation passage opened again. This time, it was not the weak technical director who came in, but the ruthless, violent people of society.
"Shou Xiong, you hidden cultist, come and confront us!"
"And this … Jiang Zhong, his name is strange. He is most likely an accomplice. Take him away too!"
Before the 'veteran' and Jiang Zhong could react, seven or eight people had already rushed forward and surrounded them. They put on nylon ropes and dragged them away.
The assembly workshop was in an uproar. At this moment, no one cared about discipline or workstations anymore. Dozens of young and strong laborers rushed forward, and it looked like a fight was about to break out.
"Not good!"
At this moment, the 'veteran's' body was being pushed, but the sharp alarm in his head was not at all. This kind of scene was clearly aimed at intensifying the situation!
At this moment, although the 'veteran's' body was covered in the middle by the burly, violent people of society, his figure could not be seen, but a hoarse voice rose up, "Rough, twenty sets of rough! No matter what, make them today … If you can't make them, then you are not worthy of being the men of Hengduan Mountain! "
Such a scene, such words were extremely absurd, but it was this absurdity that made the hot-blooded young and strong men stunned. At this moment, the 'veteran' struggled with all his might, but it was not to break free from the restraint. Instead, he exploded with brute force and forcefully brought two or three men beside him out of the door and into the observation passage.
Right here, on the side of the thick wall that could not be seen from the workshop, dozens of armed people with electric batons and anti-riot guns were already ready to go.
At the end of the observation passage, Okhiru Rongzo and Gotou Masayoshi both stood there.
"Okhiru Rongzo, you despicable person, you dare to use a gun!"
The 'veteran's' eyes were about to pop, and his throat was already hoarse from shouting, not only to the manipulator behind the scenes, but also to the hot-blooded young people in the workshop.
The uproar in the workshop somewhat stagnated.
At the other end of the passage, Okhiru Rongzo was expressionless, but in his heart, he clearly knew who the 'veteran's' burst of hatred was directed at.
"What a ruthless and experienced person." Gotou Masayoshi praised at the side, then turned into the disinfection passage leading to the exit.
Okhiru Rongzo looked at the 'veteran' again from afar, and followed behind. After a few steps, he finally could not help but say: "Mr. Gotou, you can withdraw your people!"
"That's fine, maybe there are still people who can't think things through?"
It looked like Gotou Masayoshi had made up his mind to explode a bomb for fun.
Okhiru Rongzo even wanted to bring out the boldness of the vanguard captain back then, and smash a fist into the back of this guy's head, but in the end he still clenched his teeth and endured, and followed up: "Mr. Gotou, Shouo is a vagrant, even if his faith is chaotic and out of line, it is still pardonable; as for Director Jiang, she is a high-level talent we hired, and usually only buries herself in research …"
Gotou Masayoshi suddenly stopped, turned around, and wiped away the light and shadows of the passage on his face: "Mr. Okhiru, as far as I know, President Matsudaira has always been famous for being good at management, there is no one in Osaka who doesn't admire his way of management. But here, the daily management is really worrying, especially the human resources … "
"Don't forget, I am the vice president of the Labor Union, and a director of the Labor Safety Inspectors Association. I have the responsibility, and also the obligation, to inquire about this matter with your side, and report the results of the inquiry to the relevant parties. So, I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer, and not this kind of meaningless argument. "
Okhiru Rongzo took a deep breath: "Mr. Gotou, I am introducing the situation to you …"
Gotou Masayoshi raised his hand to cut him off: "I said, a hasty answer is not sincere. If you always have this kind of attitude, I can only interpret it as, you are trying to shirk responsibility. "
Even if Okhiru Rongzo was a clay figurine, right now he was also provoked, his majestic body leaned forward: "Mr. Gotou, what on earth did you see? Can you interpret it as you first chose the frame, and then let me fill in something inside? "
"Please pay attention!"
Compared to Okhiru Rongzo who was twice as big as him, Gotou Masayoshi's expression didn't change, he only raised his hand again, and this time he extended his index and middle finger, turned his wrist, and pointed at his eyes: "Mr. Okhiru, you can not trust me, but you have to trust my eyes."
Gotou Masayoshi's eyes, were probably the most prominent part of his thin face. They were a bit bigger than normal people, especially on his face that was so thin it was out of shape, bulging and protruding. Even if he kept his eyelids half-closed, the details of the movements of his eyeballs in his eye sockets could be clearly seen.
Right now, the dim yellow pupils under his half-covered eyelids were turning, at first glance dim, but in the deepest depths, there was a dark red light. It was like the sunset at dusk, separating the horizon from the night sky.
At some point, Okhiru Rongzo actually felt a bit dizzy, he subconsciously averted his gaze, unwilling to meet it. Gotou Masayoshi's voice pierced his ears:
"Remember, it won't make a mistake, the only one who will be wrong is you!"
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