Chapter 62: Bang Geng is Back

Finally, after recuperating in the Hospital for a month and a half, He Yuzhu could no longer stand this kind of life and forced his discharge.

Fortunately, the gunshot wounds had already healed, so not staying in the Hospital would not affect anything.

After buying a wheelchair, He Yuzhu was pushed out of the Hospital by his younger sister Yushui; the first thing he did upon returning to the Siheyuan was to have Yushui help him boil water, and then he thoroughly wiped his entire body with the warm water.

Feeling comfortable, He Yuzhu smoked a cigarette while sitting in the wheelchair, waiting for Yushui to cook.

He suddenly felt that he should perhaps hurry up and find a wife, instead of being like he was now—injured and having to rely on his left hand to solve everything.

"Brother, it's not that I want to lecture you, but why did you have to play the hero? If something happened to you, how would I go on living?" Yushui complained without turning her head while stir-frying. This was not the first time she had complained, but whenever the two were alone and she saw the miserable-looking He Yuzhu, Yushui would mutter a few words and secretly wipe away a few tears.

He Yuzhu gave a bitter smile; here it came again. But what could he do about the only sister who cared for him? He just listened.

"Good sister, Brother knows. Didn't I promise you already? Hurry up and cook; I haven't eaten or slept well for so many days, I'm practically dying of hunger." He Yuzhu used his left hand to turn the wheelchair wheels, went out the door, looked at Yushui, secretly took out a cigarette, lit it, and began to smoke.

Because of his injury, Yushui would not let him smoke and checked his person several times every day. However, He Yuzhu would agree to her face but hide the cigarettes in his System Space, lighting one whenever he had the chance, which angered Yushui enough to scold him countless times.

"Brother, did you start smoking again?" Yushui's voice came from inside the room.

"Smoke, puff, no, puff, how could that be..." Before he could finish, Yushui ran out of the room, holding a spatula and glaring at the sheepish He Yuzhu, then snatched the cigarette from his hand, threw it on the ground, and stepped on it to extinguish it.

He Yuzhu felt a pang of heartache; there was more than half left.

"Go, if you want to get some air, stay at the doorway, and don't leave my sight." He Yushui pushed He Yuzhu to the doorway, facing her, and then continued to busy herself.

"By the way, Brother, Xiao Zhang is coming over in a while. I heard him say that the Station Chief intends to transfer you to their public security department, saying he really values your courage and attention to detail. What do you think?" As another dish was finished, He Yushui asked while looking at the bored He Yuzhu.

"I know. What about you? What do you think?" He Yuzhu looked indifferent. The public security system was something he was very familiar with, but he didn't know what position the Station Chief could offer him. After all, the Rolling Mill had already reserved the position of Security Section Chief for him, and it was very likely he would also oversee the cafeteria.

"I don't want you to go, Brother. Xiao Zhang already makes me worry enough; if you go too, how will I live every day? What if one of you... pfft, pfft, pfft, anyway, I don't want you to go." He Yushui tilted her head, put down the greens in her hand, ran to He Yuzhu's side, held his knees, and looked at him with a pleading expression.

"Haha, not going is fine too. If you light a cigarette for me, I won't go." He Yuzhu pursed his lips, gesturing.

"You said it, you promise."

"I promise."

"Fine. I really don't know what's so good about smoking. It smells, it's bad for your health, and it wastes money." Muttering, He Yushui took one of the confiscated cigarettes from her apron pocket, stuffed it into He Yuzhu's mouth, struck a match, and carefully lit it.

"You, you don't understand. A cigarette after a meal, you're happy as an immortal; a man who doesn't smoke, wanders the world in vain. Brother isn't smoking a cigarette, he's smoking loneliness." He Yuzhu exhaled a thick cloud of smoke and said smugly.

"You have so many twisted theories. If you're lonely, hurry up and find a wife. Also, you promised not to go."

"I promised. I'm going back to my Rolling Mill." He Yuzhu looked sincere, nodding like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Did you decide this long ago and just trick me into lighting a cigarette for you, you silly brother?" He Yushui nodded in satisfaction, then revealed a suspicious expression.

"Cough, cough, how could that be? Hurry up and cook." He Yuzhu urged her with a guilty conscience, which made He Yushui smile.

Sure enough, when eating dinner that evening, when Xiao Zhang proposed that He Yuzhu come to their station to serve as a Deputy Team Leader, he was sternly refused by a disdainful He Yuzhu.

Ridiculous. Between a Security Section Chief and a Public Security Station Deputy Team Leader, even a fool would know which one to choose.

He Yushui was very satisfied and diligently picked food for He Yuzhu.

After seeing the two off, He Yuzhu locked the door and lay down on his bed to rest.

The next day, according to his original plan, he was supposed to rest for a while longer, but just on the second day after his discharge, Factory Director Yang came to find him personally.

It was unclear whether it was because he was competing with Zhang Hao and feared the other party would snatch his man, or if the Security Section was truly in urgent need of people, but Factory Director Yang came to his door with a knowing look.

"How is it, Zhuzi? Feeling alright? Hmm, not bad, quite sturdy, looks like you're just about there." Factory Director Yang squeezed He Yuzhu's intact left arm to test it, then nodded in satisfaction and asked.

He Yuzhu coughed twice in embarrassment: "Factory Director Yang, it was my right side that was injured..."

"I know, I know, let's not talk about that. The Security Section only has two or three people left now and urgently needs to be rebuilt. I've been dragging it out for you for over a month; how about it, can you go and set up the framework first?" Factory Director Yang sat down without changing his expression, then revealed a faint smile.

"Thank you, Factory Director Yang, I can! But I would like to ask a favor of you." He Yuzhu showed a grateful expression; he understood that Factory Director Yang was doing him a favor.

Setting up the framework and recruiting people himself was naturally what suited his habits best; otherwise, if someone else filled the positions with a mixed bag of people, he would have to reorganize them himself anyway.

"Let's hear it." Factory Director Yang saw that He Yuzhu understood his intentions and was even more satisfied; this Shazhu wasn't stupid at all.

"I heard that those accomplices in the original Security Section have been released after being detained for a month. Could you let me select a few people from among them?" He Yuzhu diligently handed over a cigarette and asked.

"Reason." Factory Director Yang did not refuse outright, his tone not lacking a certain gravity.

"Look, that incident can't be blamed entirely on those accomplices. After all, they worked in shifts, but if you really count it up, the mistakes they made weren't that big, and they didn't personally participate in the theft; they just ate and drank while on duty. Besides, they are familiar with the factory. As long as we rectify their thinking, they can start working immediately. Most importantly, after this incident, I'm afraid they won't dare to make mistakes again; they will be more careful and cherish this job more. If we cut them all off and drive them away, they'll have no work, no income, and since they are familiar with the Rolling Mill, what if..." He Yuzhu explained carefully while watching Factory Director Yang's expression. He naturally understood the anger in Factory Director Yang's heart, but he still analyzed and explained it thoroughly.

"He Yuzhu, this isn't called a mistake, this is called stealing from one's own! How long has it been? They didn't even have one person secretly report to us about the factory! What does this show? It shows they don't have this factory in their hearts!" Factory Director Yang was indeed angry enough to slap the table, his face full of rage.

However, after venting his anger, Factory Director Yang sighed and said: "But what you said also makes sense. I won't worry about the Security Section's affairs; you handle it yourself. I have only one condition that you must meet: there must not be any more non-standard losses in the factory!"

He Yuzhu hurriedly used his left hand to prop himself up to stand, nodded solemnly, and said: "Don't worry, I, He Yuzhu, promise you! I am grateful for your appreciation, I swear!"

"Hey, hey, hey, sit down, sit down. Haha, alright, you and I, no need to say so much, we're family." Factory Director Yang said "ouch" while pressing He Yuzhu back down, laughing as he said: "Also, you can't abandon the cafeteria; continue to oversee it. Ma Hua is still lacking in skill. During the days you were gone, I didn't even dare to host guests."

"Haha, don't worry, I'll be back at the factory tomorrow, and I'll personally prepare a table for you at noon." He Yuzhu joked, but he turned a deaf ear to the "family" comment; that was a blessing he couldn't enjoy...

"It's a deal. You rest first, I'm leaving." Factory Director Yang thought He Yuzhu had tacitly agreed and was even happier, his stride becoming vigorous.

After Factory Director Yang left, He Yuzhu lit a cigarette, sat in the doorway, and looked at the desolate Siheyuan, actually feeling a bit nostalgic for the days when all those animals were there.

No matter what, at least there was some life.

He wondered how Qin Huairu was doing in the psychiatric Hospital. He had been quite heartless, never visiting her once, but the scene that day was just too terrifying...

He didn't know where Bang Geng had gone either. This brat, he had just gotten better for a few days and then disappeared. He didn't know who he had gone off with.

You see, speak of the devil, he was even hallucinating.

He Yuzhu sat in the wheelchair, looking at the courtyard, and smiled at Bang Geng, who was bent over with a large bundle on his back, thinking he was hallucinating.

"Hey, stop smiling like a fool, Zhuzi Shu, hurry and help me, there's more behind!" Bang Geng panted heavily, put down the large bundle on his back, and collapsed onto the ground.

"Damn, you really came back? Where the hell did you go, you dog!" He Yuzhu rubbed his eyes, saying in disbelief.

He had thought Bang Geng had been led astray by those prison mates again...

Now, looking at Bang Geng's travel-worn appearance, it really didn't look like it.