Siheyuan: I'm a fool, I'm not a dog licker!

While He Yuzhu was busy worrying about Hou Gui, Tang Junliang had already taken people here to Baocheng and took He Daqing to the Sijiucheng Steel Rolling Plant.

Along the way, He Daqing remained silent. No matter what the young man asked him, he kept his eyelids drooped and looked like he was not awake.

The people at the steel rolling mill had no choice but to resettle the man first and continue looking for Meng Yi.

Tang Junliang was young, so he was able to take advantage of the opportunity to become the captain of the picket team, so he was naturally quite capable.

In just two or three days, it was discovered that Meng Yi had been transferred to the Northeast five years ago.

Moreover, it is said that he is also the top leader of a local county-level unit there.

Such a person is obviously not something he, a small picket captain, can investigate casually.

As soon as he went to work the next day, Tang Junliang went to Xiang Juan's office and explained the situation again. Please give instructions to the secretary on what to do next.

When Xiang Juan heard that he was not in Sijiucheng, she was also troubled. She asked Tang Junliang to go out first to investigate other matters, while she thought seriously about it herself.

The issue of ingredients was a nail that could drive He Yuzhu to death, and she did not want to give up easily.

Although the Northeast is far away, if you put in a lot of effort on your own, it's either impossible or impossible, but the cost is too high.

After a morning of deliberation, in the end, her hatred for He Yuzhu defeated everything, and Xiang Juan decided to hold on to this nail.

Once she made up her mind, she stopped hesitating and started making phone calls immediately.

Five days later, a middle-aged man with a crew cut appeared in a crowded train station in Sijiucheng. He was holding a travel bag in his hand and looking around at everything around him.

There was something strange and a bit nostalgic in his eyes, as if he was a wanderer who had been away for a long time.

This person was invited back by Xiang Juan after spending a lot of favors. He was the key figure who nailed He Yuzhu's identity:

Mengyi.

As soon as Meng Yi left the train station, he was taken to the steel rolling mill by Tang Junliang and Liu Haizhong.

At this moment, in a medium-sized conference room, all the heads of the steel rolling mill were gathered.

The person presiding over this meeting was Secretary Xiang Juan.

"We have been summoned here today mainly because of Comrade He Yuzhu's report letter a few days ago.

After such a long period of hard work by the picket team, the three matters in the report letter have basically been investigated clearly.

Next, let the witnesses we found sit down with the parties face to face and explain the matter clearly."

While Xiang Juan was talking, the door of the conference room opened, and the first person who came in was He Daqing, who had thick bags under his eyes and drooped eyelids, as if he hadn't woken up in three days.

Behind He Daqing was Meng Yi, who had just gotten off the train station.

Behind Meng Yi was the expressionless Tong Xinya, followed by the confused elder Yi Zhonghai.

After everyone sat down, the last person to come in was the client, He Yuzhu.

When he saw He Daqing, He Yuzhu was obviously surprised. When he looked at Meng Yi, there was a hint of doubt and confusion on his face.

When Xiang Juan saw that everyone had arrived, she nodded with great satisfaction and motioned to Tang Junliang, who had brought them in, to come in and sit down.

The second uncle, Liu Haizhong, also wanted to come in with him, but when he reached the door, he was stopped by Xu Damao, the director of the Propaganda Department, and another person standing at the door:

"Sorry, this is a conference room, no idlers are allowed in!"

When the second uncle heard the word "idler", he couldn't help but frown.

I wanted to say something, but seeing the expression on Xu Damao's face that said, "You dare to try it hard?", I finally chose to give in.

Glancing at the empty corridor, he found a place to squat down and wait for the result.

As a result, Xu Damao came over and said with a cold face:

"Comrade Liu Haizhong, it is working time now, you should be working in the workshop, this is not the place you should come."

When the second uncle heard this, he stood up suddenly, glared at Xu Damao and roared:

"Xu Damao, don't bully others too much!"

"Oh, Comrade Liu Haizhong, what are you talking about? What do you mean that I am going too far in deceiving others?

Aren't you a worker in the workshop? Isn't it time to go to work now?

If you have the qualifications, go in and attend the meeting. If you don’t have the qualifications, don’t sit here squatting. You are a lot of age. If you don’t learn from the good ones, you will just learn from the guard dogs. Isn’t it interesting?”

"Xu Damao, what are you talking about? Who are you calling a dog?"

The second uncle suddenly became anxious. After all, he was still a member of the picket team and belonged to the same department as Xu Damao.

"Hey, Comrade Liu Haizhong, why are you so impatient? Whoever I'm scolding knows in his heart."

Xu Damao liked to see the second uncle so angry and helpless.

"you……"

The second uncle pointed at Xu Damao, blowing his beard and staring in anger, but could not say a word.

Xu Damao stared, approached the second uncle and lowered his voice and said coldly:

"Get out of here, you old bastard, what's going on, do you want the leader of the conference room to come out and chase you away?"

The second uncle's old face turned red, and finally he could only leave in anger.

However, the second uncle is the second uncle after all, and he said harsh words before leaving:

"Xu Damao, you're cruel, let's ride on the donkey and read the songbook, and knock on the music as we go!"

Xu Damao took a sip in the direction Liu Haizhong left, and then returned to stand at the door of the conference room.

In the conference room, Xiang Juan personally presided over the meeting, briefly said a few opening remarks, and then went straight to the topic:

"Okay, let's talk about Comrade He Yuzhu's first question first, about his identity as a middle peasant.

The letter of complaint we received stated that Comrade He Yuzhu's father, He Daqing, had a connection with Comrade Meng to change his family's classification from rich peasant to middle peasant during the classification process.

Now, in front of all the leaders in the factory, I ask Comrade He Daqing to explain clearly the specific situation of that year."

When Xiang Juan said this, she took a special look at He Daqing. She was very clear about He Daqing's attitude along the way.

Therefore, she doesn't expect He Daqing to say anything now. The key lies in Meng Yi's words.

Of course, they had communicated with Meng Yi in advance, and Meng Yi was deeply aware of his mistakes back then and expressed his willingness to sincerely repent and tell all the truth about that year.

He Daqing raised his eyelids, glanced at Xiang Juan, and finally stopped at his son for a moment, and said solemnly:

"I don't have a good memory. It's been more than ten years since this happened. I've already forgotten about it. I can't remember anything."

Xiang Juan glanced at He Daqing. She had expected his attitude, but she still asked:

"Comrade He Daqing, do you still have an impression of Comrade Meng sitting next to you?"

He Daqing raised his eyelids again, glanced at Meng Yi expressionlessly, and said solemnly:

"I don't know, I don't remember. I had a serious illness five years ago and I have forgotten many things."

Xiang Juan was very dissatisfied with He Daqing's attitude of not knowing anything about this question, but she didn't say much. Instead, she looked at Meng Yi and spoke slowly:

"Comrade Meng, do you still have an impression of Comrade He Daqing next to you?"

As soon as Xiang Juan said this, everyone's eyes suddenly focused on Meng Yi, waiting for his answer.

Meng Yi turned around and glanced at He Daqing, smiled and nodded:

"I have an impression. Twelve years ago, I determined the composition of their family. Twelve years ago, He Daqing was the chef of the steel rolling mill. I was particularly impressed by him."

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