Confessions of a Salesman

Chapter 1062 Conflict
My first stop was Wenchuan, which was the most severely damaged county in the 512 earthquake. Wenchuan County is a very beautiful county with a total population of less than 10 and a total area of ​​more than 4000 square kilometers.

2008年5月12日，汶川发生了8.0特大级地震，地震造成69227人遇难、17923人失踪、374643人不同程度受伤、1993.03万人失去住所，受灾总人口达4625.6万人，截至2008年9月，5·12汶川地震造成直接经济损失8451.4亿元，5·12汶川地震是中华人民共和国成立以来破坏性最强、波及范围最广、灾害损失最重、救灾难度最大的一次地震。

However, when I arrived, through the post-disaster reconstruction work, there were basically no traces of the earthquake that year. Only in the Memorial Hall of the Martyrs Cemetery can the harmfulness of the earthquake and the heroic deeds of disaster relief be restored.

I presented a bouquet of flowers in front of the monument, and after 5 minutes of silence, I was ready to drive to the next stop.

However, a sudden incident made me stop.

The memorial hall was originally a very quiet and solemn place. Even if you don’t feel too much grief and can’t feel the harm you suffered here that year, at least you should keep quiet and not make noise here!
But I saw a group of middle school students organized by a school, and they walked in. The people in front still kept order, lined up one by one, saluted, offered flowers, and worshiped.

But the few middle school students who came in behind were a bit outrageous, not to mention their fancy clothes, their walking posture was very unbearable, they squeezed through the crowd, chased and fought in the crowd, and laughed and cursed loudly.

The staff at the back had warned them several times, but they still didn't listen. When they were saluting, there was a little girl in a short skirt standing in front of the monument compared to a pair of scissors, asking the boys behind to give her a hand. He takes pictures!
This is a bit infuriating. Many people cast disgusting glances at them, but they are regarded as invisible.

Their young teacher came up and said a few words to them, and they immediately turned back, making the young female teacher almost cry on the spot.

A middle-aged man in plain clothes probably had endured it for a long time. He walked up to those middle school students and scolded him: "Even if you don't respect yourself, you should also respect the dead souls who have passed away here, right? You want to fight and make trouble. , just go outside!"

One of the girls who took the photo looked at the middle-aged man with disdain and said, "Uncle, why are we bothering you by taking pictures? You're done praying, just go!"

The other boy, who should be chasing the girl, echoed from the side: "Yes! There should be laughter and laughter here. They just want us to be happy when they die? Otherwise, wouldn't their sacrifice be in vain? They are It is right to exchange your own life for our happy life!"

The middle-aged man obviously didn't think about this, and said again: "If you want to be happy, go outside to be happy. This is to commemorate the sacrificed soldiers and those who lost their lives! Even if you don't respect others, you should also respect yourself! "

The girl said impatiently: "Are you annoying? What about respecting yourself and others? I think you don't respect me now. Hurry up and cool off and stay where you are!"

The middle-aged man said angrily: "If you were my daughter, I would slap you to death. I don't even know how your parents educated you!"

When these middle school students heard this, they all looked at the girl, who should be their head, and hurriedly pointed at the middle-aged man's nose and cursed: "Come and beat me? I can't beat you to death! Don't kill me again!" You've made my old lady angry, get out of here, or you won't know who is smoking who?"

An adult, a healthy adult, stood among a group of children who were a head shorter than them. If he really did, he would probably knock them all down with a single slap. However, although the middle-aged man was angry, he still couldn't bear to beat the group of children. , had no choice but to shake his head and wanted to walk away.

At this time, one of the good students in the queue said for the middle-aged man: "Don't be like this, uncle is right. When we came out, the instructor told us to stop talking and keep quiet." !"

Uncle and the others may not be offended, but they are not afraid of their peers. One of the group of people suddenly rushed over, pulled out the classmate who was talking, and slapped him in the face.

Immediately afterwards, those people rushed up at the same time, punching and kicking that classmate.

The teacher rushed over to try to pull the group away, but one teacher was too weak, so he was pushed away all at once, and the students around him didn't dare to help, the scene was very chaotic.

The middle-aged uncle couldn't stand it anymore, he went up and pushed away a few people, pulled up the classmate who was beaten, and guarded him behind him, warning the beating person to stop beating, otherwise he would do it .

This group of children did not know where their courage came from. One of them was taller, picked up a brick and threw it at the middle-aged man, and hit him in the face. Blood spurted out.

The middle-aged uncle couldn't bear it anymore, ran over to kick the kid, and several other people immediately surrounded the middle-aged uncle. There were so many of them, and the middle-aged uncle's face was bloody, and his hands were hard to beat with four punches. After a while, he was knocked down to the ground.

At this time, the staff of the memorial hall walked over, held down one by one, and pulled the group of people away.

I watched the staff take all the people away, shook my head, and planned to leave.

When I went to the parking lot, my car was blocked by the cars coming from behind, and it was not one. I had no choice but to sit in the car and wait.

The people inside visited and drove away one after another.

Finally, when I could drive the car away, I saw a few staff members of the memorial hall twisting the middle-aged uncle, followed by those middle school students who were making trouble.

I was very puzzled watching them pass by in front of my car, and a few middle school students behind me shouted from time to time, and the most hateful thing was that a middle school student even took a picture of my car.

I couldn't take it any longer, I got out of the car, and stopped the middle school student who just took pictures of my car: "Are your hands itchy? If it's itchy, I'll chop it off for you!"

The middle school student heard my yelling, turned around, gave me a middle finger, and then put his arm around the shoulder of one of his companions, giggling as if nothing happened.

This completely aroused my anger, I chased after him, grabbed the middle school student by the collar, pulled him back, staggered him directly, came towards his head, and cursed: "Little bastard!" , you followed me here to act wildly? You patted my car, and you were rude to me, your family didn’t teach you how to behave, I will teach you how to behave!”

The middle school student didn't expect that I would make a move, and wanted to punch me with a backhand. I grabbed his wrist, and with a little force, he was in excruciating pain. His cry called back his companion who was walking in front .

A few people immediately surrounded me, gearing up to practice again. I am not that middle-aged uncle, so I won't give them any chance, and I won't show them any kindness.

Facing the first middle school student who rushed over, I just kicked it. Tell me, my kick is an ordinary one. This kick has been strictly trained by Xiao Hei. He told me that human feet are usually longer than hands , when a person strikes, the first reaction is to strike first. People who generally don't know how to fight may grab you first and try to throw you down.Or just to slap you when you come up, this kind of blow is not enough to kill you in one blow, and you cannot subdue you all at once, but the instinctive reaction of a trained person is to kick his lower body, making him unable to lift up at all. When he got angry, at this moment, he lost the ability to resist.

The first middle school student was knocked down, and the second one rushed over again. I let go of the middle school student I was caught, and kicked over again. This guy probably saw that I had just kicked out, so he dodged. But he didn't escape my punch, and fell to the ground again.

This time, several people dare not come over.

But the little girl who just made trouble just now was really not afraid of heaven and earth. She strung onto my back from behind me, hugged my neck, and was about to bite me.

As soon as I lowered my head, avoiding her biting mouth, I raised my head vigorously, and hit her directly on the head. I didn't know that I hit her, so I heard her cry out, and fell out .

The staff walked in front, and when they heard the chaos here again, they hurried back.

Seeing a group of middle school students crying and shouting on the ground, I was taken aback for a moment, then pointed at me with a baton and warned, "Don't move!"

I raised my hands and said, "They hit me first! I didn't do anything!"

A chubby staff member looked at the middle school students on the ground and said, "You haven't done anything yet? If you didn't do it, why did they all fall to the ground?"

I argued: "If you don't ask me, why should I do it?"

The staff curled their lips and said, "No matter what the reason is, you can't hit these children?"

I cut it and said: "This group can also be regarded as children? These are not as good as all the fucking beasts. Do you know what happened just now?"

The staff member said calmly: "We all understand clearly!! No matter what the reason is, it is wrong to hit people with your hands! They are all students!"

I snorted coldly and said, "Then let them mess around? Do whatever they want? If they demolish this memorial hall, don't you care?"

The staff glared at me and said, "Stop arguing with me here, and go to the police station with us!"

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Let's go, I want to see how you handle this matter! Just let these little bastards mess around here!"

The staff reprimanded loudly: "Stop swearing, can you have some quality?"

As I walked, I said disdainfully: "I have always been of high quality. I don't spit or defecate anywhere. I am courteous to pedestrians when I drive, cars when I walk, and seats when I ride a car. I don't usually use dirty words! This group of rubbish, okay? I have quality, but what about them? They just swear and beat people? I just have to endure, hold back, and let them do whatever they want?"

A female staff member pointed at me and said, "I said, what's the matter with you? Why do you always care about children?"

I said helplessly: "If the needle doesn't reach the flesh, you won't know the pain in the flesh. If you were beaten by them today, you wouldn't say that! You didn't see that they just scratched me with their arrogance. They even gave me the middle finger. The uncle tried to persuade them to speak in a low voice, so they beat them up. Who gave them the courage? It’s not you who are the ones who work for tigers and always think that they are children , It’s all like this, how can you still protect them? You are harming them by defending them like this. It’s all like this, they don’t take it seriously, and in the future, murder and arson, what else do they dare not do?”

The staff didn't bother to talk to me anymore, so they surrounded me and looked at me, afraid that I would get angry and start fighting again.

When I arrived at the police station, I was locked up with the middle-aged uncle and the group of middle school students.

Then, until noon, no one came to interrogate us.

I started chatting with the middle-aged uncle.

The middle-aged uncle looked very sad and angry, and said to me: "Do you think they are too disgraceful? I also have children. I usually go home with injuries on my body or on my face. I also report to the school. I complained about it, saying it was a fight between children, so we parents should not pay too much attention to it, but I wondered, why is it always my child who is injured when there is a fight between children? They are not injured at all? Is it my own child who is useless? Or is it because I have educated well that the child dare not fight back?"

I sighed and said: "This school violence is far more serious than we imagined. I don't know how many children have childhood shadows because of this. Even though children are bad in every way, I think this responsibility should be taken away." Belongs to the adults! This is the result of their connivance! Let me tell you, no matter how big a mistake a child makes, the parents have to bear the consequences. Regardless of the age of the child, as long as the child breaks the law, the parents have to bear it and should go to jail Go to jail, you should be shot, don't show any mercy!"

The middle-aged uncle hurriedly held my hand a little excitedly and said, "You are so right! That's how it should be!"

I laughed and said, "I mean, there are more people who understand the law than me. The country must have national considerations!"

The middle-aged uncle also showed a middle-aged man's bright and clean voice: "Yes, yes! The country has its own discretion, and it's not our turn to make irresponsible remarks!"

Then the two of us giggled at the same time.

After a long time, a policeman opened the door, pointed at the two of us and asked, "Which one of you beat the students?"

(End of this chapter)