Chapter 411: Shazhu, Liu Haizhong Has Become a Shit‑Person

Two fists are no match for four hands.

A hero can't resist many people.

About sixteen or seventeen youths, united, surrounded and attacked Liu Haizhong, instantly putting him at a disadvantage and letting him truly taste what it means to be short‑sighted.

Any flaw exposed on his body guarantees a beating.

The blows made Liu Haizhong scream miserably over and over.

In the end, he couldn't take it.

Or perhaps he panicked.

Liu Haizhong actually shoved his head into the crack of the squatting pit without regard, leaving only his body outside to continue serving as a target, enduring the youths' brutal punching and kicking massage.

In fact.

Liu Haizhong wanted to jump as far as possible into the latrine pit.

Last time.

A little guy who had been bullied by Liu Haizhong then used this trick to escape Liu Haizhong's reckoning.

The official‑wannabe wanted to copy it.

But he underestimated his own obesity.

Together with Jia Zhangshi they were called the siheyuan's double fat.

His shoulders stuck in the gap, with no way in or out, he stubbornly turned himself into an ostrich that, when faced with danger, only knows to hide its head.

Feeling the pain transmitted from his body.

Liu Haizhong couldn't mind the stinging smell in his nasal cavity, kept letting out pitiful wheezing cries, his tone no longer as tough as before, and he began begging the crowd for mercy.

"Stop hitting me, I was wrong, ancestors, please, stop hitting me, every mistake is my fault, I did something wrong toward you, I apologize to you, I was in the wrong, I shouldn't have bullied you, I shouldn't have used my power to oppress others, please give me one chance, spare me, I dare not, I will never dare again."

The pleading voice.

It did not earn forgiveness.

Several youths who violently beat Liu Haizhong still treated him as a sandbag to vent their anger, continuing to punch and kick, greeting Liu Haizhong's eight generations of ancestors.

Swearing foul language out of his mouth.

"Spare you? Your words sound better than singing—how could we spare you? When we begged you for mercy earlier, what did you say? You said we deserved it; now it's your turn, you've gone soft—what good thing are you thinking?"

"My brother is getting married, I asked you for leave to go pick up the bride, you said not to rush, and also said my brother shouldn't get married this year—listen, this is damn human talk."

"Liu Haizhong, today I'm going to let you know that a person cannot do evil, or else they cannot escape retribution; we are the heroes sent by Heaven to clean up you."

"I was working fine in the workshop, got tired and rested a while, and you, Liu Haizhong, came over and grabbed me, refusing to let go, saying I was slacking off, completely ignoring that I had already finished my morning workload; I said to Liu Haizhong, are you even human? If you are human, how could you do such a despicable thing?"

""

I didn't know how long had passed.

Inside the toilet, the voices greeting Liu Haizhong's eight generations of ancestors gradually died down.

On his body he could no longer feel the pain of being beaten.

Liu Haizhong tried to pull his head out of the feces pit.

His appearance couldn't even be described as miserable.

It was so miserable it reached his hometown.

The hat on his head must have fallen into the latrine pit; because as team captain he had deliberately kept his long hair, the recent beating turned it into a messy bird's nest, still smeared with some fresh yellow‑white substance.

His formerly clean, chubby cheeks turned into a big, multicolored flower‑like face—if he went on stage to sing he probably wouldn't need special makeup; some spots are the bluish‑black of punches, others the purplish‑black from slaps, two streams of blood flow from beneath his nostrils because, when he shoved his head toward the latrine pit earlier, he accidentally struck his nose on a brick, injuring it; his lips ended up the same as his cheeks and hair, also stained with that yellow‑white substance.

Even without looking in a mirror.

Liu Haizhong also knows what kind of conduct he is now.

In his heart rose an inexplicable bitterness; yesterday at this time Liu Haizhong was still the Yagangchang factory's universally respected Elderly Assault Team captain, but after one day he had become a cowardly soft‑egg that anyone could step on his head and ask if he was convinced.

A strong psychological gap.

Plus having been beaten.

He smelled things he shouldn't have smelled, tasted things he shouldn't have tasted—disgusting stuff.

His feeling of being wronged grew worse.

Just thinking that from now on he'd have to live a life of daily beatings.

Anger surged from nowhere.

Think about inside the factory.

Think about inside the courtyard.

His nose felt sour.

His eyes felt hot.

Tears flowed out uncontrollably.

He didn't care about losing face.

His crying was heartbreaking.

Some coworkers who came to the toilet specially to see the rare Liu Haizhong each had smiles at the corners of their mouths, their eyes showing that Liu Haizhong deserved today's cheerfulness.

Liu Haizhong's tearing eyes, to them, were crocodile tears.

Moreover, some people took the opportunity to mock.

"Who is this? How did he become a shit‑person? He really reeks!"

"You don't even know him? Looks like you don't want to stay in the Yagangchang factory; this is none other than our Yagangchang factory's famous Elderly Assault Team captain Liu Haizhong; our Yagangchang factory is truly a boss above thousands, below one—whoever displeases him gets dealt with, whoever offends him he makes suffer; our neighborhood folks, just because they shouted his name, now the whole family has gone to Baocheng."

"Then I'll quickly flatter the team captain—Team Captain Liu, when did you become a shit‑person?"

"This isn't a shit‑person; it's Team Captain Liu Haizhong researching what our feces taste like."

"Why not add some extra leftovers for him?"

Do you have a grudge against him?

It's just because I ate something bad and got a stomachache; he dragged me to lecture me for half a day, I even pooped my pants, I thought this grudge could never be repaid—who would have thought Heaven would open its eyes, this opportunity just came, right?

Then let Liu Haizhong taste our iron fist.

Several people.

They surrounded Liu Haizhong and gave him another beating.

Since his body was smeared with this foul-smelling feces, it was as if Liu Haizhong had gained a protective armor; coworkers who disliked the dirt didn't use fists, but kicked Liu Haizhong a few times.

Liu Haizhong wailed loudly, crying more than he urinated.

……

Sihuocangku

Guo Xiaosi purposely ran all the way from the canteen to here.

Not for any other reason.

He simply wanted to tell Shazhu the news of Liu Haizhong being violently beaten by the coworkers, beaten to the point of diving into the latrine.

In Guo Xiaosi's mind.

Shazhu also counts as a victim of Liu Haizhong during his time as team captain.

As the saying goes, enemies meeting are especially resentful.

Liu Haizhong suffered a loss and was even turned into a feces-covered person; Guo Xiaosi, both emotionally and rationally, had to tell this good news to Shazhu so Shazhu could also be happy, and he didn't mind the trouble, running all the way here in one go.

No one had entered Sihuocangku yet.

The voice seeking merit and reward flew into Shazhu's ears before his body even arrived.

"Director He, Director He, good news, great good news."

Shazhu was busy sorting scrap.

He was getting a bit sleepy from the work.

He might as well take this opportunity to rest a bit.

He straightened his body, turned his head, and gave a reminder to Guo Xiaosi, who was running past the gate of Sihuocangku.

Xiaosi, how many times have I told you? I'm no longer the cafeteria director; I'm just an ordinary keeper of Sihuocangku. If you call me Director He, outsiders hearing it might think I want something; call me by name or comrade.

Guo Xiaosi made a funny face at Shazhu.

He understood the sense in what Shazhu said.

At that moment.

If you can be honest, be as honest as possible!

Sail carefully to last ten thousand years.

If this evildoer ever wanted to rise by reporting, the title he had just used to call Shazhu Director He would be tantamount to harming Shazhu; he hurriedly corrected it, but he did not, as Shazhu had urged, call Shazhu by name or comrade—he cleverly adopted a title that no one could find fault with.

Master He!

Then I'll follow Master He's meaning and call you Master He, Master He—you probably don't know yet, but our Yagangchang has had a major incident.

A show-offish appearance.

A smug expression.

Made Shazhu think of Liu Lan.

Any news, as long as Liu Lan knows it, is sure to end up being spread as gossip to outsiders.

Remember when Guo Xiaosi first came to the cafeteria, he was an honest kid; he worked at Ershitang for several months, learned nothing else, but he fully learned the skill of spreading rumors, becoming a Liu Lan who wasn't Liu Lan.

A hint of amusement flashed across Shazhu's face.

The major incident that occurred at Yagangchang!

Even though he was in Sihuocangku, he also had a rough idea: it wasn't that Liu Haizhong had been removed; those who had been oppressed by Liu Haizhong, who had suffered his bullying, were venting as much as possible their many grievances against him; Liu Haizhong's future life would not be easy, surely he would be beaten.

Besides this reason.

There was no other explanation.

In order to repay this kindness to Guo Xiaosi.

Shazhu rarely put on a muddy look.

He retorted with a question.

Is it the news from the Propaganda Department that Team Captain Liu Haizhong has been removed?

Master He, the news you mentioned is already old; the big news now, I'm sure you don't know—I've come specially to tell you.

His tone became very serious.

His way of speaking also became word by word.

Listen up, make sure you're seated firmly—this news will surely please you: our Yagangchang has established a Correction and Reform Team!

Shazhu furrowed his brows.

Correction and Reform Team.

What the heck is this nonsense?

Qin Huairu, the woman who was messing around with Yi Zhonghai, is now the Correction and Reform Team!

This news.

This news truly frightened Shazhu.

He had thought the Correction and Reform Team was a makeshift group set up by Yagangchang especially for Liu Haizhong, but he never expected Yagangchang to put Qin Huairu in charge of that makeshift group.

When Liu Haizhong was Team Captain, the courtyard educated Qin Huairu about her messing around with Yi Zhonghai, and the factory educated Qin Huairu about her fooling around with Yi Zhonghai.

The fuss caused Yi Zhonghai to be dead for four or five years.

Yet Yagangchang has always been circulating the deeds of Yi Zhonghai.

The kind that leaves a stench for ten thousand years.

All new factory workers entering Yagangchang find that their first lesson is not safety training but rather an understanding of ideology and morality.

The instructor uses the scandalous affair between Yi Zhonghai and Qin Huairu to educate every new factory worker.

After Liu Haizhong became team captain.

Almost every day, they make the workers study the scandalous affair of Yi Zhonghai and Qin Huairu.

This is truly killing someone's heart.

Initially, Liu Haizhong, as team captain, oppressed Qin Huairu; now Qin Huairu, as group leader, retaliates against Liu Haizhong.

He has fully expressed the saying 'fortune shifts like water'.

Regarding this.

Shazhu just sighs.

He meant nothing else; he wouldn't speak up for Liu Haizhong's injustice, nor plead for Qin Huairu. Whether Liu Haizhong killed Qin Huairu or Qin Huairu killed Liu Haizhong, it had nothing to do with him. Shazhu knew his position clearly: to stay low as much as possible, to stay low until safe.

He let out a breath.

He handed the teacup in his hand to Guo Xiaosi.

"Drink some water."

"Master He, I'm not thirsty, and besides I haven't finished telling you everything—what water would I drink?"

"Based on what you're saying, there's more?"

"Yes!" Guo Xiaosi continued: "Qin Huairu assigned Liu Haizhong to handle toilet-related work; Liu Haizhong reluctantly did the job, and just now he had over a hundred workers give him a good beating inside the toilet."

Over a hundred workers?

One punch each.

Liu Haizhong couldn't even survive.

"It could also be thirty or forty workers; I heard from others they hit Liu Haizhong in two batches; the first batch beat him until he called them grandpa; the second time Liu Haizhong was clever, he slipped and jumped into the cesspool, leaving those workers helpless; Liu Haizhong wasn't disgusted, but they were."

Shazhu's first thought.

He didn't believe it.

Do you really think he's never gone to the toilet?

With Liu Haizhong's chubby body, he couldn't possibly jump in.

He wanted to refute a few words.

But out of respect for Guo Xiaosi's face, he laughed and gave a haha.

"Going by what you say, that's enough for Liu Haizhong to drink a pot."

"Who says no, Master He—don't look down on me for being young, but I can see some things clearly; this person Liu Haizhong." Guo Xiaosi pointed at his own head: "There's something wrong with him; he's a pure idiot, used up and pushed out to draw fire, and they still can't see it."

"Xiaosi, don't talk nonsense."

"Master He, isn't this in front of you? In other situations, I pretend to be deaf."

"Talk less, watch more; when something happens, hide if you can."

"Master He, I know what I should do; besides, I'm not afraid, even Niu Cha can't do anything to me!"

That's actually the truth.

Guo Xiaosi's identity.

Even Deputy Factory Director Li is wary of him.

It's not because he has some backing behind him.

But because his background is too clean.

Using a common saying, there's no one in Yagangchang with a cleaner background than Guo Xiaosi; if Guo Xiaosi were arrested, Yagangchang would truly have no one left.

Liu Haizhong had been trying to cause trouble for Guo Xiaosi lately, but in the end he could only avoid him.

"Xiaosi, what you say is also right, but you must remember this saying: trouble comes from the mouth."

"I understand, Master He; if I don't apply to Director Li, I can come to Warehouse No. 4 and work with you."

"What are you following me for? Digging through trash every day? Listen to me, stay in the second cafeteria; when you have time, learn more from Thus: Thus: Mahua and the others; later, even if you don't work at Yagangchang, you'll still have a skill to earn a living! Understood?"

"Understood."