bookrebus Chapter 1111 What are you? You dare sit with me?
Chapter 1111 What are you? You dare sit with me?
"I disagree with this appointment."
The comrades from the Provincial Organization Department all turned around and saw Secretary Liu Yuhe slowly stand up. At this moment, he no longer looked drunk and drowsy; it turned out that his drunkenness was all an act.
“I am the factory’s Party Secretary. I have not received any notification from the organization department. This is not in accordance with organizational procedures.”
The comrades from the Provincial Organization Department glanced at him, and one of them took out an official document from the Provincial Organization Department with an official seal from his briefcase and handed it to Liu Yuhe.
Liu Yuhe took it with both hands, examined it carefully, and then nodded solemnly.
He stepped forward, took the microphone from the long-faced man, and spoke loudly.
"I hereby declare that these appointments are genuine, valid, and in accordance with organizational procedures."
The comrades from the provincial organization department breathed a sigh of relief. Although he reeked of alcohol, his words carried weight, thus affirming the appointments.
The workers who had been discussing below the stage gradually fell silent, and everyone watched the stage quietly.
Han Shuangming looked around and saw Liu Yuhe. He quickly went over and said to him repeatedly.
"Secretary, Secretary, please put in a good word for me. I've always treated you well, you can't just leave your brother out at a time like this, can you?"
Liu Yuhe stared at Han Shuangming quietly, then suddenly exploded. He swung his arm with all his might and slapped Han Shuangming across the face. Han Shuangming was essentially thrusting his face into the blow. He staggered back three steps, landed on his buttocks, and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Liu Yuhe's eyes were red and tears were welling up in them. He shouted with all his might.
"You beasts have forced a veteran of a hundred battles, a teetotaler, to rely on drinking to numb you and beg for a chance to live. Today, let's settle the score."
Han Shuangming pointed at Liu Yuhe and stammered.
"You...you were just faking it all along? You're so cunning."
Liu Yuhe gave a bitter laugh.
"Can I not pretend? If I didn't, I would be dead by now, and the grass on my grave would be over two feet tall."
The man with the long face asked in surprise.
"Secretary Liu, what makes you say that?"
Just as Liu Yuhe was about to speak, a young man suddenly jumped up from below the stage and rushed over. Caught off guard, the young man, holding a short knife, plunged it into Liu Yuhe's stomach.
The young man grinned maliciously and was about to stir it forcefully when a gunshot rang out. A bullet flew from a distance and entered the young man's right temple.
Two bursts of blood erupted from the young man's head; a bullet had pierced his skull. He rolled over and fell to the ground.
It happened so suddenly that everyone on and off the stage was stunned. But the long-faced guy was quick-witted. He grabbed Liu Yuhe's wound and screamed desperately.
"The factory doctor! Where is the factory doctor?"
No one paid him any attention; everyone turned to look in the direction of the gunshot.
Da Bao tossed the spear in his hand to the soldier next to him, and walked over coldly with Jin Hai and the others. The long-faced man turned to look at Da Bao, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Sir, someone wants to kill Secretary Liu."
Da Bao glanced at Liu Yuhe's injury in a low voice. Fortunately, the knife wound wasn't deep. He waved his hand, and a medic from the army ran over and had two soldiers help Liu Yuhe to the side to bandage his wound.
Da Bao straightened up, his gaze sweeping over Han Shuangming, Wang Lijun, and the others before finally settling on Zhong Qingfa's face.
His gaze was like a sharp knife, and those who were touched by it trembled.
Dabao said lightly.
"That's really good. It jumped out on its own, which saved me a lot of trouble."
He turned to the two comrades from the provincial organization department and asked.
"Is the process complete?"
The colleagues from the provincial organization department nodded respectfully.
"Sir, everything is complete and has been confirmed by the Party Secretary of the Heavy Machinery Plant."
Da Bao turned around and sat down at the head of the conference table. Zhong Qingfa stood awkwardly next to him. Da Bao turned to look at him and asked coldly.
Who do you think you are to sit with me?
Zhong Qingfa's face immediately turned bright red. He had never suffered such an injustice before, and he was speechless for a moment.
Da Bao ignored him and spoke to the long-faced man.
"Now that you've taken office, you should fulfill your responsibilities."
The man with the long face nodded excitedly and answered yes. He took the microphone and stood in the middle of the stage, looking at the workers below.
"Comrades, fellow workers, the east wind blows and the war drums beat. Who in this world is afraid of whom? We are the masters of the new country, and we will not let anyone who tries to cause trouble in our home get away with it."
Today's meeting is about the Four Cleanups and Five Antis Movement. I'll briefly explain what the Four Cleanups and Five Antis are.
The "Four Cleanups" primarily refers to cleansing up accounts, warehouses, work points, and assets in rural areas. It has now evolved to include cleaning up politics, the economy, organization, and ideology, collectively known as the "Four Cleanups."
In our city, the main focus is on the "Five Antis," which refer to opposing corruption and theft, opposing speculation and profiteering, opposing extravagance and waste, opposing decentralism, and opposing bureaucracy.
Let everyone start to examine themselves and see if anyone around them has committed any of the above-mentioned mistakes. Let everyone actively expose and report such mistakes. Apart from those heinous criminals, we will still follow the principle of learning from past mistakes to avoid future ones and curing the disease to save the patient, in order to help those comrades who have made mistakes.
Although this is my first time standing here to meet you all, I have prepared a small gift for you: starting today, we will begin the factory liquidation and consolidation of private capital, transforming the heavy machinery factory from a joint public-private enterprise into a state-owned enterprise. From today onward, you are all masters of this new country, no longer slaves to individual capitalists.
Zhong Qingfa was stunned. He never expected this day to come so soon. He rushed to the long-faced man's side in a panic and shouted desperately.
"No, absolutely not. The factory is mine, and no one can take it away."
The long-faced man glanced at him disdainfully. This fatso, trying to stand in front of the wheels of the nation, he'd be lucky not to get crushed to pieces!
The man with the long face waved his right arm and shouted loudly.
Down with the vampire capitalists! The people are the masters of their own destiny!
At first, the workers below the stage were whispering among themselves. It all happened so suddenly that they hadn't had time to react. When they heard the long-faced man shouting slogans, they stared blankly at the stage.
Suddenly, Chen Azhu, who was sitting in the second row, jumped up and shouted along with the long-faced man.
Down with the vampire capitalists!
There has to be someone to lead the movement, and the same goes for shouting slogans. The long-faced man glanced at his younger brother and was satisfied with his brother's behavior.
Almost instantly, the more than 5000 workers roared in anger.
For a moment, the chanting of slogans and shouts from both the stage and the audience became a cacophony. Zhong Qingfa stood in the middle of the stage, sweating profusely, his legs trembling uncontrollably...