Chapter 1321

Red Star Rolling Mill

Cao Weiguo said with a straight face: "Let them sweep the toilets and clean out the manure pits. Send team members to supervise strictly. Once they have cleaned all the public toilets in the factory, notify the neighborhood committee to come and collect them."

"Sweep the toilets and clean out the manure pits!"

Hearing Cao Weiguo's words, Brother Yuan Jun, Zhong Yuemin, Zheng Tong, and the other ruffians opened their eyes wide in shock.

This guy actually wanted them to sweep toilets! Clean out manure pits!

This kind of punishment wasn't very harmful, but it was extremely insulting!

Once it spread, they would definitely become the laughingstock of other ruffians. How would they be able to hang out on the streets in the future?

What do ruffians value most?

Face!

Heads can be broken and blood can flow!

But face cannot be lost!

"You can lock me up, you can send me to prison, but I won't sweep the toilets!"

"Me too!"

"Even if you beat me to death, I won't sweep the toilets!"

Zhong Yuemin shouted with his neck stiff, and Brother Yuan Jun, Zheng Tong, and the others also shouted one after another.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Cao Weiguo took a rubber baton from a Workers' Discipline Team member, hit the table a few times, and glared at them fiercely: "What are you arguing about! What are you shouting about! Do you really think you're hooligans! Do you know you've made a mistake? If you make a mistake, you must be punished! The great leader once said that there is no distinction between high and low in work, only different revolutionary divisions of labor... What! You're unwilling to sweep toilets and clean manure? You look down on the work of sweeping toilets? Is this the awareness you have as children of high-ranking cadres? I think your thinking is problematic! Very seriously problematic!"

Walking up to Zhong Yuemin, Cao Weiguo asked with a cold face: "I'm asking you now! Is your father a proletarian? Or a capitalist? Or a feudal bureaucrat! Do you think that because your father is a high-ranking cadre, you are a cut above others! Do you still want us to call you 'Young Master Zhong'?"

"Fuck!"

This scared Brother Yuan Jun, Zheng Tong, and the others silly.

Zhong Yuemin was so scared his face turned pale.

This guy in front of them was too ruthless!

He was trying to drive people to their deaths!

Capitalist?

Feudal bureaucrat?

A cut above others?

Young Master?

If Zhong Yuemin said one wrong word, let alone himself, even his father would be implicated.

Didn't you see Deputy Director Zhao's eyes lighting up?

As long as Zhong Yuemin said one wrong word, this Deputy Director Zhao would definitely use him as an example.

When that time really came?

Face?

What is face worth?

People are about to be gone!

What's the point of having face!

Zhong Yuemin said in a panic: "My father is a proletarian, my whole family is proletarian!"

Cao Weiguo said with a cold face: "Proletarian? With this kind of awareness, are you worthy of saying you're proletarian? Looking down on the work of sweeping toilets, and that attitude of being a cut above others, I now seriously believe that your thinking is problematic, or that your family education is problematic. If a son is not taught, it is the father's fault. I suspect your father instilled wrong ideas in you. Do you think that because your father has merit to the country, you are naturally entitled to inherit your father's honor and power, and enjoy a status and life that is a cut above others?"

Zhong Yuemin was about to cry, shaking his head vigorously: "No! No! I admit my mistake! I will reflect! I am willing to accept punishment! I am willing to sweep toilets and clean manure pits!"

Cao Weiguo asked, knowing the answer: "Brat! What's your name?"

Zhong Yuemin was vigilant: "What do you want to do?"

Cao Weiguo asked sternly: "Just answer my question! You don't have the right to ask questions here!"

Zhong Yuemin said in a panic: "My name is Zhong Yuemin."

Cao Weiguo turned to look at Deputy Director Zhao: "Director Zhao, write down his name and supervise him strictly. If he dares to slack off during labor, immediately contact the committee where his family is located, investigate his father first, and ask how his father educated his child!"

Zhong Yuemin's face changed in fear, and he said urgently: "I guarantee I will labor honestly and will never slack off."

Cao Weiguo snorted coldly: "I hope you can reflect earnestly, examine yourself deeply, don't let down the country and the people's tolerance for you, and don't waste the farmers' food."

After speaking, Cao Weiguo looked at Brother Yuan Jun: "What's your name?"

Brother Yuan Jun said nervously and anxiously: "My name is Brother Yuan Jun."

Cao Weiguo pointed to Li Dong: "You are Brother Yuan Jun. Look at this comrade's head. The hospital diagnosis is a severe concussion, and his intelligence might even be affected. Even if the external wounds heal, he will still have headaches and dizziness in the future, seriously affecting his life, and all of this was caused by you. So you must make compensation. Go back and have your family get the money. Without one hundred yuan for nutritional expenses, this matter won't end easily. At best, I'll lock you up for ten days or half a month; at worst, I'll send you directly to the police station."

Brother Yuan Jun's eyes widened: "One hundred!"

Cao Weiguo narrowed his eyes: "What? Do you have an opinion? Do you want me to bring your father over and let him see your great achievements with his own eyes?"

Brother Yuan Jun said with a tearful face: "No, no, I have no opinion."