Chapter 144 Don't be afraid I won't hit you on the road (Fourth update)

  There are provincial leaders who turn a blind eye, and it's only natural to arrange Zhong Wei as the superior leader to give a speech. The ones who got slapped in the face aren't just from Beihai, but also those who followed him here want to raise their palms and slap him hard.

  You've come here and offended someone, causing all of us to be affected and bear the blame. The local comrades have already made achievements and received awards, but we're still working hard, even more than them, yet in the end, we get nothing, and can only watch as they receive honors, while we become a laughing stock for all our colleagues in the entire Beihai Province to see.

  There are two kinds of people in the 99th precinct. One is like Viral, who doesn't know much about the world and only executes orders without considering human feelings, just like his attitude towards Ai Yuejin - whether you're a provincial party secretary or an ordinary citizen, it's all the same to him. The other is like Zhong Wei, who has some utilitarianism, often comes into contact with the outside world, and mostly undertakes tasks within domestic cities, which are completely different from Viral's pure task force, more like some ordinary executive departments, but with more power than those departments.

  This kind of person, with a heavier heart for fame and fortune, being slapped in the face in front of so many people, feels very uncomfortable, looking at Zhong Mian, this temporary leader, with a few more painful and hateful eyes, it's your turn to lose face this time.

  Standing on the small podium, Zhong Mian really didn't know what to say, and vaguely said a few words of courtesy, wanting to end it.

  "Bravo!" Under the loud cheers of the virus, everyone's hands clapped non-stop, the applause was endless and continuous, with an increasingly intense momentum.

  "Thanks, boss." The proud Yan Xiaoer also echoed, taking advantage of your illness to take your life. When you need sympathy the most, I'll step on you instead, you dog, I remember how you were showing off not long ago.

  "Thanks to the leader!" The roar of hundreds of people gathered together shook the entire football field, and the more so, the more embarrassed Zhong Mian's face became.

  "Since our comrade below is so enthusiastic, the leader will say a few more words?" Lin Ziqiang spoke into the microphone, casting his irresistible summoning technique at Zhong Meishan.

  Once again standing on the podium, what greeted him was no longer thunderous applause, but a unanimous jeer from everyone: "Thanks to the leader's inept command!"

  His face was ashen. Besides standing there awkwardly, he didn't know how to respond. Although he had prepared for the possibility of an awkward situation, he never thought that the person below would be so direct and disregard any face-saving measures.

  Everyone, collectively lined up, saluted the real leaders and left in formation, ignoring Zhong Mou and his team, who had lost the hearts of the people in Beihai. They were again forced to be suppressed by the leadership here, and everyone's heart was clear. If it were just this kind of punishment, losing face would be nothing, but what they feared was that after returning, there would be even more specific punishments. Having stayed for a long time in this department with superior conditions, all other units seemed insignificant. If they really were to be cleared out of the 99th division...

  Thinking of this, although unwilling and resentful in heart, still forcing oneself to endure. Such endurance is absolutely impossible for those who are arrogant and look down on others.

  He turned around, and another person appeared, leaning against the car door with a cigarette in his mouth, looking at him sideways. The calm expression made Zhong Mou's body tense up unconsciously. This guy was notorious for breaking rules from the beginning. It had been years, but he was even more shameless than before. He had achieved such great merit, yet his tail was still not raised to the sky.

  Zhong Mian guessed the beginning of the story correctly, but failed to guess the ending.

  Zhang Shidong did not make a scene, but simply handed Zhong Mian an appointment letter: "I'll personally escort you to take office, don't be afraid, I won't beat you on the way."

  The content of the appointment letter was very simple. Zhong Mian was transferred to Beihai No. 1 Prison as a prison guard, an ordinary prison guard without any official position.

  After seeing the contents of the dispatch, Zhong Mian's face changed dramatically, no longer showing anger, but deep-seated fear, as if a professor who was serving as the dean of a university was suddenly transferred to a ordinary primary school in a county town to serve as a physical education teacher. Completely stripping away everything you own, making everything return to zero, or even negative numbers.

  "Let's go, Lao Zhong." Zhang Shidong opened the rear door of the car and motioned for Zhong Mian to get in.

  "Zhong Mei was about to say something, but Zhang Shidong pointed to the dispatch order: "If you don't want things to get out of hand here, it's better to take the initiative."

  "What, you want to fight me?" Zhong Mian hummed, his face bearing a fierce and ruthless expression.

  Wow!

  Two figures fought in one place, Zhang Shidong was not hesitant to take action, Zhong Mou was not hesitant to fight back, both were on the battlefield of life and death, Zhong Mou was not a coward, his skills had been lost for some time, but he did not lose the courage to resist.

  The absolute advantage of strength played a decisive role in the physical contact, and the swift and decisive solo battle made Zhong Mianchu collapse completely as soon as he came into contact. His arm also blocked Zhang Shidong's arm swing, and the pain of his bones and muscles made him fall directly to the ground. Several consecutive attacks were launched one after another, and Zhong Mianchu was knocked against the car, spitting out a big mouthful of blood, and sat on the ground with a weak expression.

  Along with Zhong Mian, the 99 members arrived, and just as they were about to surround and take action, the over 400 people who had just left the small football field returned. The momentum on their bodies made even Lin Ziqiang, who knew the outcome, tremble with fear, worried that a mass incident would really occur. The leaders from the provincial government, who had just let out a sigh of relief at this commendation meeting, all furrowed their brows.

  "This is an order." Zhang Shidong took out a second copy of the order.

  For all personnel at the 99th precinct, orders are the highest directive. In front of written instructions with special identification symbols, anyone's orders must give way to written instructions. These people had received top-level instructions during training, and human orders have no effect in front of written orders. Only a few people can issue written instructions.

  "Zhong Mian, are you going to disobey orders?"

  Are you going to disobey orders?

  This sentence was like an invisible lock, firmly locking up Zhong Mou's psychology of resistance, wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth, taking over the order, looking around, lowering his eyelids, getting on the car, and silently accepting reality.

  ……………

  Beihai First Prison

  Zhong Mei had all the formalities completed when he arrived, wearing a prison guard uniform, walking in the prison area, one day, two days, three days...

  Like ordinary prison guards, they repeat the unremarkable life every day, regular as clockwork, with salaries and bonuses that are the same as other prison guards every month. All treatments are the same, all lives are the same, there is no difference from others. They live in special dormitories, eating and drinking everything is the same as ordinary prison guards.

  Nothing terrible happened except for the transfer, nothing else happened, and Zhang Shidong just drove him to his destination and left.

  Dull, uninteresting, and unchanged.

  The power in his hands had transformed into the power of an ordinary prison guard. Several months later, Zhong Mou confirmed one thing: he was completely forgotten, thoroughly forgotten here.

  He thought he was very important, but in fact, he wasn't as important as he imagined. His existence or non-existence couldn't change anything, and he was just an occasionally crazy prison guard here.

  After several months, Zhong Mian understood a truth: the most frightening thing in this world is not being punished, but being ignored. Being ignored by people who you think consider you important, slowly suffering in endless ordinariness and dullness, with no one contacting you, no one caring about you. As someone hidden in darkness, without any friends or social circle, after his phone was confiscated, he realized that apart from the annual call to his family, he couldn't recall a single person's phone number.

  Everything about Zhong Mian has been compiled into a video, summarizing and eliminating the dregs. Su Xixi would occasionally send some to Zhang Shidong for him to watch. From enduring loneliness to being unable to endure it, from tolerating ordinariness to starting to feel inner turmoil, he could only sigh in response.

  "Did you really think I'd easily abandon you after raising you? If he can survive a year without going crazy, without being driven mad by his own thoughts, then the plan can be put into action. He'll be the most suitable candidate. If not, find a place for him to retire. His merits and demerits may cancel each other out, but they can't erase the bullet holes on his body, which will remain with him for life, even if his heart has changed."

  ………

  In a small mountain village where Wang Hao, the vice president of Xun Cool, was detained, Wang Hao crouched at the edge of the large millstone at the village entrance, wearing tattered black cotton-padded clothes and trousers, rubbing a roll of cigarettes with his tongue, licking the seal, humming, lighting it up, staring at the dirt road at the village entrance, continuing to wait for hope after countless disappointments.

  A familiar car appeared on the dirt road, Wang Hao's mouth opened wide, his cigarette fell to the ground, and tears rolled down like marbles. The bitter end had finally come, and a sweet new beginning was unfolding. His disheveled beard, the mud stains on his clothes, and the peculiar smell all over him were testaments to the hardships he had endured for months - living without oil or water, being tormented by a group of rough old women, and forced to do many arduous tasks he had never done before.

  Nowadays, he only has one idea, to find a quiet small town to live in, no longer competing for fame and fortune, no longer fighting in the business world, using his savings to spend the rest of his life living an ordinary person's life.

  ……………

  The small square is very clean. Even with tens of thousands of people passing by every day, it's still very clean, so clean that it feels a bit eerie.

  Ma Sanquan sat at the entrance of a public toilet in the corner of the square, his lame leg stretched out, holding an ordinary boxed lunch with little oil and water. He shoveled rice into his mouth with chopsticks, and when a grain fell on his leg, he picked it up with his fingers and wiped it into his mouth. Until the last bit of greasy oil was licked clean, he reluctantly threw the plastic box into the trash bag, raised his head, gazed at the surging crowd, walked into the toilet, took out the mop and bucket, locked the door, and continued to repeat his work, mopping the floor.