Chapter 168
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Jia Dongxu's big slap easily passed through Bangeng's head, not only failing to hit him but nearly slapping his own lower back.
Named entities: Jia Dongxu, Bangeng.
He froze on the spot.
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He was completely bewildered.
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How could this happen?
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When his gaze fell on Xiao Dang, Jia Dongxu suddenly had an idea and kicked her hard in the buttocks.
Named entities: Xiao Dang, Jia Dongxu.
As expected.
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His foot passed through Xiao Dang's body once again, as if Xiao Dang's body were illusory, as if it did not exist.
"Ah!"
His voice hoarse, he shouted loudly at the two unfilial sons, but his voice was not heard by them.
"Thump thump thump."
Jia Dongxu involuntarily stepped back a few steps.
His eyes bulged like a bull's, and he stared ghost‑like at the person wailing on the ground—none other than Jia Zhangshi.
"Son, you died so pitifully, how could you just die? You died, how am I supposed to live? My life is so hard—I just sent off your father, raised you with blood and sweat, got you a wife, hoping I could live well, but you died, my son!"
"Turns out I'm dead!"
Holding this thought, Jia Dongxu step by step approached the coffin, seeing himself lying inside, his heart filled with mixed feelings.
In a flash.
Laughter rang in his ears.
Qin Huairu's laughter.
"Head Steward, the unlucky ghost is dead, so no one will know our affair, and we can stay together forever."
"Forever together."
Jia Dongxu turned his gaze toward the one who responded to Qin Huairu.
His eyes narrowed.
Indeed it was him.
Yi Zhonghai!
The Head Steward of the Siheyuan, a Level 8 Technician at the Yagangchang, and also Jia Dongxu's master.
I'm dead, my children and my wife are mourning around my coffin, yet you, Yi Zhonghai, my master, on the day of my funeral, staged with Qin Huairu an indescribably shameful scene before my coffin—you really are my master.
It infuriates me.
Jia Dongxu flew into a rage, drifted into the house, revealed the truth, and looking at the two terrified adulterous pair, he had a single thought.
Qin Huairu, I will kill you.
Yi Zhonghai, I will kill you.
His hand suddenly elongated, turning into two deadly claws, which he fiercely grabbed at Yi Zhonghai and Qin Huairu.
Too late to speak.
Then it was fast.
In the instant his claws seized Qin Huairu and Yi Zhonghai's necks, the two transformed into three‑headed, six‑armed beings, swinging huge palms to strike at Jia Dongxu.
Hit me!
I'm a ghost!
"Don't hit, don't hit."
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Yagangchang.
Inside the workshop.
Not knowing what nightmare Jia Dongxu had, he kept shouting, "Don't hit, don't hit me, I'm a ghost, why are you hitting me," and similar words.
He's such a coward.
Even in his dreams he gets bullied.
"Jia Dongxu." A worker who couldn't bear to watch shoved his body hard, saying, "Wake up, don't sleep, get up quickly."
The shouting in his ears.
It brought Jia Dongxu's soul back to his body; the short‑lived ghost forced his eyes open, looked again, and saw no memorial hall—clearly the Yagangchang workshop—he wasn't dead, merely asleep on the big table where the workers ate.
"Phew!"
Jia Dongxu, who had just exhaled, found he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
No choice.
He could only signal those coworkers with his eyes.
"Let's go, let's go, who let us not have a Level 8 Technician master named Yi Zhonghai."
"Ergouzi, you're just jealous—who let you not be Jia Dongxu."
Yi Zhonghai!
Qin Huairu!
Watching his coworkers leave, Jia Dongxu kept recalling the names of that adulterous pair; he now wasn't sure whether what he'd just seen was a dream or a warning from heaven.
Heart.
Race wildly.
The five members of the Jia family.
Bangeng, Xiao Dang, Jia Dongxu, Jia Zhangshi, and Qin Huairu—he had died, yet only his mother Jia Zhangshi wept from the heart, while Bangeng and Xiao Dang, one hoping to feast, the other feasting and hoping for his grandmother's death, and Qin Huairu need not be mentioned—behind the coffin she …
Jia Dongxu gritted his teeth, suddenly realizing he couldn't wait any longer, and that giving the letter to Jia Zhangshi was a mistake; it would be better to write a letter each to Shazhu, Xu Daming, and Liu Haizhong.
While Jia Dongxu was thinking, he failed to notice that beneath his feet, at some point, an oil drum filled with lubricant had appeared, and it was leaking; the lubricant seeped out through a small hole, covering a half‑meter radius around his feet on the concrete floor, and someone had left several cylindrical pins there, their surfaces already slick with oil.
"Dongxu, why are you spacing out? Coming to the workshop early in the morning and dozing off—what were you up to last night? In a few days it's the Yagangchang workers' skills competition; you should be focusing on improving your job skills, what are you thinking about? As the old saying goes, "Sharpening the spear before battle, even if it's not sharp it'll still shine"—what are you looking at? Hurry over, do you still want to remain a Level‑2 worker? You won't lose face, but I will."
Yi Zhonghai's scolding voice flew into Jia Dongxu's ears.
Jia Dongxu sitting on the stool.
Looking at the amiable Yi Zhonghai before him, Jia Dongxu couldn't help but recall everything from the dream.
He himself was dead.
The coffin lid wasn't even closed.
This bastard thing is just like Qin Huairu and them……
He suddenly lost the expectation of waiting for Qin Huairu to bear a child and then confronting Yi Zhonghai for an explanation; some things apparently cannot be waited.
Long night, many dreams.
Choosing a day is not as good as bumping into a day.
In front of dozens of coworkers in the workshop, tear off the hypocrite's false mask.
After this incident.
I suppose it will make Yi Zhonghai hesitate to act for fear of causing collateral damage.
The dream just now.
It truly frightened Jia Dongxu.
He didn't want to die, especially since in his dream just now Xiao Dang, Bangeng, and Qin Huairu turned out to be such a character.
Simply bullying people too much.
I, Jia Dongxu, am not Wu Dalang.
He calmed his emotions a bit.
Jia Dongxu propped himself up on the table and stood, without looking at his feet, he walked straight toward Yi Zhonghai; his eyes held only Yi Zhonghai.
At the moment his foot stepped on the ground.
Neither leaning left nor right.
He happened to step on a cylindrical pin smeared with a layer of oil.
Definitely a two-plus-one effect.
His foot slipped, his body naturally became unsteady, and he lurched forward.
Seeing his body sliding, Jia Dongxu instinctively flailed his hands and feet, knocking over the rack holding tools and workpieces nearby; the awls, files, scrapers, and other tools, pulled by gravity, fell to the ground, some with their sharp ends pointing up; the over-one-hundred-catty Jia Dongxu fell onto these tools, his flesh no match for steel castings, and in an instant he was turned into a hedgehog, with some tools even piercing his body.
Blood.
Blood flowed out along the wounds pierced by those sharp blades.
The frightened coworkers waited almost a full minute before shouting out.
"Something happened."
"Jia Dongxu has had an accident."
Yi Zhonghai, startled by the sound,
He was the first to rush to Jia Dongxu's side, ignoring his blood-soaked body, shaking him while shouting words of concern.
"Dong Xu, Dong Xu, how are you? Are you okay? Old Six, Old Seven, hurry and find a doctor, find a doctor."
At the moment of questioning.
Other coworkers also gathered around.
Looking at the coworkers gathered around, Jia Dongxu strained to open his mouth, as if wanting to speak the truth.
He had lost too much blood.
His body had no strength left.
Only his continually moving mouth silently expressed his wish to leave a last word.
"Dong Xu, don't speak; Master knows what you want to say, Master bears you no grudge, even if you remain a second‑grade worker all your life, Master will not blame you; Master apologizes to you, for earlier I scolded you out of disappointment that you did not become better."
Jia Dongxu tremblingly stretched out his right hand.
On his originally fair right hand,
it was covered in fresh blood.
He so wished he could slap Yi Zhonghai hard a few times and tell the coworkers about Yi Zhonghai and Qin Huairu being together, but he couldn't utter a word, nor could he even raise his hand to strike.
His hand held mid‑air,
was grabbed by Yi Zhonghai.
"Dong Xu, Master knows what you want to say; you're worried about your family, rest assured—once a teacher, forever a father; Master will look after Qin Huairu and the child in her womb."
Fuck your grandpa.
Yi Zhonghai.
I really want to bite you to death.
Bastard.
Jia Dongxu opened his mouth.
"Dong Xu, you'll be fine, you'll definitely be fine, believe in yourself, you can do it."
It's okay, Dad.
Jia Dongxu glared fiercely at Yi Zhonghai; that was the only thing he could do until his body went limp and he fell into endless darkness.
The doctor arrived.
The factory managers also arrived.
After all, it's a matter of life and death.
"How is it? Is there any hope?"
The deputy factory manager in charge of safety hurriedly asked the emergency doctor.
In fact.
He also knew the truth of the matter very well.
Jia Dongxu had been turned into a hedgehog by various tools; some tools had barbs and small grooves, and seeing so much blood in the workshop, one knew Jia Dongxu could not be saved.
He asked.
It was nothing more than seeking hope.
Nobody wants anything to happen.
Under the concerned gazes of many people, the doctor in charge of first aid slightly shook his head and said, "We did our best."
A "plop" sound.
Yi Zhonghai slumped limp on the ground, tears streaming down his face as he looked at the person whose face had already been covered with a white cloth.
Suddenly.
He felt as if his mind had exploded.
He let out a loud "ah" shout.
"Dong Xu, you can't just go!"
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