Era space: flirting with tens of billions of materials

Chapter 486 They Have No Heart... No, It's Brain
The border between Chuhe and Han has been opened, and the conflict is imminent.

"Comrade, Daya Chen is just an ordinary worker in our food factory, her personal behavior should not affect the food factory..."

"Oh, you mean, your food factory never cares about the ideological problems of the workers? Even if she is a murderer, you don't care?"

"Of course I don't mean that. What I mean is that our normal work should not be affected by the workers' private affairs..."

"How did we affect your work? We didn't even enter the gate of your factory. You wronged us so much. Could it be you who abetted Chen Daya?"

"How is this possible? I have never seen her..."

"You are the factory manager. You actually said that you have never seen the workers in your factory. You only receive wages and don't work. Don't you know where the factory gate opens?"

"..."

The factory manager's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

He had never seen a person who babbled every word!
He felt that whatever he said now was wrong.That being the case - the director's eyes flickered, he decided not to speak for the time being, they had called the police station before they came out, and it would be fine when the police came...

The factory manager thinks that silence can save himself, but he doesn't know that at some point, silence is the grave.

"The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. No wonder Chen Daya dares to take the card because her younger brother is the workshop director."

"If this was in our steel factory, when she beat the child for the first time, the trade union leader would have come to the house to criticize the education!"

"How do you say that sentence? 'If she dares to break her own child's arm today, she will dare to break the neck of someone else's child'! I think this is the most reasonable statement. Old people say that they steal needles when they are young. Stealing gold when she was young, if she doesn't care about it, she won't necessarily kill many people in the future!"

In a dark alley outside the gate of the food factory, three figures crowded there.

"Grandma, where did you find this little brother? He is really... a genius for making trouble!" Xie Yufei smacked his lips, looking at the leader with a trumpet, full of admiration.

Lin Nianhe chewed on the peanut candy, and sneakily replied, "It's a deal."

Xie Yufei: "...?"

Wen Lan pursed her lips and squinted at Xie Yufei: "You melon, He Zi wrote five manuscripts and gave them to the boy. What he just said was memorized by rote all day and night."

Xie Yufei: "...!"

Looking at Xie Yufei's shocked face, Wen Lan raised an eyebrow at him, extremely embarrassed.

Xie Yufei swallowed, and silently moved two steps to the side, for fear that he would squeeze the little aunt of the Lin family.

After a brief stuttering, Wen Lan asked her own doubts: "Hezi, why did these people not make trouble before, but now they are so united?"

"In a group, no individual's individual interest can be higher than the collective interest;"

"But if individual interests are elevated to collective interests, then the collective will fight for the individual."

"They are indeed protecting Xiaoxiao, but not for protecting Xiaoxiao—they just want to completely destroy the person they hated before and who may cause harm to their children in the future. They protect themselves in a small way, some The same interest demands form a collective for a short time."

Lin Nianhe's eyes were cold, looking at the confrontation in front of him, his heart was calm and calm.

Wen Lan and Xie Yufei were dumbfounded. They looked at Lin Nianhe with clear eyes that had never been polluted by knowledge. After a while, the two pairs of clear eyes met.

Xie Yufei: "Sister Lan, are you hungry?"

Wen Lan: "Hungry!"

"Walk around, go eat! I have a manuscript fee, I invite you."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

They don't have hearts... no, they don't have brains.

The farce outside the food factory continues.

The factory director voluntarily gave up the only chance for a harmonious dialogue. When he tried to stop the chaos, the protesters had already ignored him.

Not only did they ignore him, they also unilaterally "sentenced" him-the death penalty started with no upper limit.

The factory manager has begun to doubt himself, did he really do something heinous?There are hundreds of workers in the whole factory, how can he know everyone's situation?Besides, it is true that the ideological issues of the workers are not in his hands... Should he be in charge of this matter?Did he really neglect his work...

The head of the factory was buzzing, and he stood at the door, speechless for a moment.

At this moment, Chen Dabao rushed out with a bone-removing knife from the slaughterhouse.

"Fuck! How dare you fucking scold me, you don't want to live anymore, do you?"

Chen Dabao's eyes were scarlet, and he rushed towards the unarmed crowd with a knife.

"what--"

"what!"

The exclamation of the crowd and Chen Dabao's scream sounded at the same time.

Just as the protesters were about to disperse, Chen Dabao fell to the ground like a torn sack.

There was a dagger stuck in his thigh, the blade sank into the flesh, and blood flowed out along the blood groove, soon staining the ground red.

Comrades from the public security are also coming here on bicycles at this moment, and they run quickly while shouting to stop the conflict.

"Police, police! He wants to kill people!"

"He's going to kill! He's going to kill!"

"He is Chen Dabao!"

Amidst the babble, the police comrades followed the people's accusations and looked at the only injured person on the spot, lost in thought.

The old policeman who went to the hospital to investigate that day kicked the bone dismantling knife away, knelt down in front of Chen Dabao with frowning eyes, and looked at the dagger carefully.

"This is... for military use..."

He frowned, and his intuition told him that this matter was not easy to handle.

While he was struggling, Lin Nianhe walked out slowly.

She smiled slightly, and took out a work card from her pocket: "Hello, comrade, we meet again."

"Huh? Why are you?"

"Let me introduce myself again," Lin Nianhe flipped through the work permit she used for the first time, "Ministry of Foreign Trade, Lin Nianhe."

Minister Huang specially issued this work card to Lin Nianhe because he was worried that she would be criticized for learning foreign languages. The job title on it was vaguely written - Special Investigator.

Comrade Public Security really couldn't understand why an educated youth became a special commissioner of the Ministry of Foreign Trade. He looked at the standard military coat on Lin Nianhe's body, and glanced at the dagger on Chen Dabao's lap.

"Oh, this is mine. He was going to attack the protesting comrades just now. I was far away and threw it out."

Lin Nianhe finished speaking calmly, and smiled apologetically at Chen Dabao: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect to throw it so accurately."

Chen Dabao: "..."

Shouldn't she be feeling guilty?
Lin Nianhe stared at Chen Dabao and asked, "You don't want this?"

Chen Dabao: "...?"

What, what don't you want?

"Oh, you are too uncomfortable to speak, then I will take it as your acquiescence."

After Lin Nianhe finished speaking, he bent down and pulled the dagger out of Chen Dabao's thigh without giving Comrade Public Security any time to react.

Blood splashed out all at once.

Chen Dabao howled again: "Ah! Ah! Why the hell did you draw your sword!"

"Huh? Do you still want to keep it? Then let me borrow you for a while."

Lin Nianhe let go of his hand, and the dagger fell back onto Chen Dabao's leg, creating a bloody hole again.

Chen Dabao: "..."

Looking at the fair and charming girl in front of him, Chen Dabao's eyes darkened and he fainted.

　There's another chapter, I'll post it later~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)