Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Chapter 1139 People like you should be exiled to Ningguta

The bigwig's expression was extremely grave. As the person in the central government who knew the inside story best, he had been receiving constant sabotage from Taiwan and Taiwan over the past two years, making counter-espionage work in various regions extremely challenging.

But he never expected that enemy agents would be so blatant in planning sabotage. Only now did he realize how difficult it was to do his job in southern Fujian.

Lu Jianbang asked Da Bao.

"HSBC Bank safe deposit box in Hong Kong? Should we send someone over immediately to retrieve the contents of the box?"

Da Bao smiled and shook his head.

“We don’t need to race against the enemy. I’ll send a telegram to Guo Yingnan now and tell him to do this immediately. No matter how fast the enemy moves, they can’t outrun a telegram.”

He wrote down the telegram and Guo Yingnan's radio frequency, handed it to the working group, and told him to return to the military sub-district immediately and have the political department of the military sub-district send out the telegram.

All of this happened so suddenly that Da Bao realized that no matter how perfect the plan was, there would still be unexpected changes.

Although Zhong Qingfa was taken away, fourteen capitalists remained on the stage. They were the former bosses of all the workers below the stage, and several others had already escaped.

Wang Qiuju ordered her comrades in the combat team to hang the iron plaque with large characters written on it around the capitalist's neck. She then took off her belt and waved it in the air.

"This is Wang Benzai. The largest hardware factory and textile factory in Fujian were once his businesses. I believe that the workers in these two factories have been exploited by him. If any comrade has been exploited or oppressed by him, please come up on stage and we will criticize and denounce him together."

The mass criticism meeting at the heavy machinery factory had long been known throughout the entire city of Fujian. The workers were talking about it and were very envious of the heavy machinery factory, envious that they had turned the tables and become the masters of their own destiny.

Wang Benzai's arms were pinned down by two workers, his head tilted forward like an airplane. The iron tag around his neck was getting heavier and heavier, the wire digging into his flesh. He dared not move, because the more he moved, the tighter the tag around his neck would become.

Among the workers, an elderly man in his sixties slowly stood up. He walked around the crowd and toward the platform. Behind him, a thin boy of about thirteen or fourteen ran up. Although the boy was thin, he was still quite handsome, especially his eyebrows and nose, which had very soft lines.

The child helped the old man up, and the workers all stood up to make way for them. Wang Benzai struggled to lift his head and saw the old man, and couldn't help but tremble with fear.

Wang Qiuju and Qiu Fengqin jumped off the stage and helped the elderly and children up. When Wang Qiuju held the elderly man's hand, she realized that he only had one hand; the other hand was missing below the elbow.

"Grandpa, is there something wrong with you?"

Tears welled up in the old man's eyes, and he nodded vigorously.

"Yes, it's Wang Benzai..."

The old man wept uncontrollably, and the child was also in tears.

Seeing this, Wang Qiuju turned around and yelled at Wang Benzai.

"Wang Benzai, raise your head!"

Wang Benzai's neck was dragged down by the iron sign, making it very difficult to lift his head. The young worker who was holding his right arm grabbed his hair and pulled his face up, causing Wang Benzai to cry out in pain.

Wang Qiuju had already swung the belt in her hand, and one of the belts struck his face, causing his face to swell up immediately, but he dared not utter another sound.

It seemed that Wang Qiuju's belt gave the old man immense confidence. He pointed at Wang Benzai with trembling fingers and shouted with quivering lips.

“Wang Benzai, you’ve finally met your match! For ten years, you’ve ruined our family, caused our deaths and separations. Today, I’m going to expose all your evil deeds.”

Wang Benzai could no longer contain himself and shouted.

"Liu Mazi, if you dare to talk nonsense, watch out for your grandson."

The long-faced man was furious. He slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly.

“Wang Benzai, you better behave yourself. How dare you threaten the victim in front of so many leaders and people? I think you and your family should be exiled to Ningguta to cleanse your thoughts and actions in the snowy forests.”

In fact, many people are not afraid of death. At worst, they can just close their eyes and end it all. But to live means to suffer in a place where the temperature drops to minus fifty degrees Celsius, which is a chilling thought.

Wang Benzai dared not speak anymore and could only lower his head deeply.

The old man trembled as he slowly rolled up the sleeve of his right hand with his left, revealing half of his arm.

"My surname is Liu, and my name is Liu Quan'er. People in the factory call me Liu Mazi. My family and I all work in the textile factory owned by Wang Benzai. In the first year after liberation, when I was repairing a machine, my hand got caught in the machine, and I only have this half of my arm left."

I stayed in the hospital for three whole months, accumulating a huge debt. During those three months, not only Wang Benzhai, but also none of the factory's leaders came to visit me.

My son went to the factory to find Wang Benzai, demanding medical expenses and lost wages..."

Liu Quan's son is named Liu Guangping. His wife, Han Xiang, gave birth to a son two years ago. She is now also working in the textile factory. When Liu Guangping came to the factory, Wang Benzai was drinking and eating meat with his henchmen.

Liu Guangping was an honest man. He bowed respectfully to Wang Benzai and explained his purpose. Wang Benzai squinted with drunken eyes and his mouth was pursed like a rotten persimmon.

"What? You want medical expenses and lost wages? Liu Guangping, are you kidding me? Did I let your dad stick his arm into the machine? He accidentally let the machine bite off his arm."

This is his personal responsibility. Why are you asking me for medical expenses and lost wages? I think you're trying to extort money from our textile factory.

As soon as he raised his voice, the dozen or so thugs in the room jumped up and started cursing Liu Guangping.

There was a guy here nicknamed "Stinky Head." He jumped up, grabbed a wine bottle from the table, and swung it around, smashing it over Liu Guangping's head. Liu Guangping's vision went black, and he collapsed with a thud.

This bottle, like a starting pistol, immediately unleashed the wickedness of these dozen or so thugs. They surrounded Liu Guangping and began punching and kicking him.

These men were all burly and strong, and they never held back when they attacked. Coupled with the fact that they were drunk, they were all very excited.

They beat and kicked Liu Guangping, who rolled on the ground begging for mercy and howling. Hearing him beg for mercy, the thugs became more and more excited and attacked even more viciously.

Wang Benzai held his small wine cup, pouring himself a drink while watching the scene unfold with smug satisfaction. He was very pleased with the thugs' behavior...