Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 1590 Bizarre Death

"Next, the first item of the workers' art performance will be sung by the comrades of the workers of the Red Star Machinery Factory. We workers have the power!"

As the announcer finished speaking, the people who had been waiting at the edge of the stage stepped onto the stage step by step, shouting slogans.

“We workers have the power!”

As the singing started, someone gradually began to sing.

Then, more sounds merged into it, making the whole performance very exciting from the beginning, as if this winter is not so cold anymore!
"The comrades sang well, and the spirit of the workers was well displayed!"

The thin old man said to Mr. Huang beside him, and Mr. Huang nodded hurriedly.

"Yes, this kind of spirit has never been lacking from the beginning of the struggle to now!"

"Well! You should pay attention to this spirit!"

Mr. Huang nodded solemnly after hearing this.

"Chief, don't worry, as long as we can still move, we will definitely be sure that nothing will go wrong!"

Hearing this, the old man nodded.

The chorus ended quickly, and everyone stepped off the stage from the left, but they did not leave. Instead, they ran to the front of the stage one by one and found a place to sit down.

This was also arranged beforehand, which not only avoided confusion, but also allowed them to watch the performance up close and be close to the leaders in the front row, which was a bonus.

As the chorus team came off the stage, the announcer immediately spoke, "Next, please enjoy the poem recitation from the comrades workers of the Jinmen TV Factory, "Long Live the Great Leader's Proletarian Revolutionary Line."

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Soon, a group of men and women wearing TV factory work uniforms came on stage neatly, looking proud.

While the team was forming, everyone in the audience picked up the scorecards on the table.

This is a judgment standard adopted by the machinery factory in order to increase its persuasiveness and to pursue what everyone likes, which is the best attitude.

The name of each program is printed on the score card, and the back is divided into three columns. The header of the first column is the mental outlook, the second column is the performance content, the third column is the educational significance, and the full score in the three columns is one hundred points. , will be tallied up in the end and will be compiled by a dedicated scoring team.

Although this novel judging model cannot allow everyone present to participate, it is more fair than a few people making decisions.

Especially the leaders from many factories present. Although they disdain the awards, they still hope that their factories will win the honor.

That way, as a leader, you also have face.

Of course, they also found a description at the bottom of the card, 'The final interpretation rights belong to the organizer. '

But no one took it seriously.

I just think this is a way of explanation from a machine factory.

Many people write their favorite score on the first line and then put it down.

"Why don't you write?"

I don’t know if it was specially arranged or just in order. Anyway, Yang Xiaotao was next to Mr. Wang. From the moment he sat down, Mr. Wang couldn’t sit still. He was either chatting with Yang Xiaotao or talking to the Sixth Machinery Department. Mr. Zhou was chatting.

But Mr. Zhou obviously didn't want to talk to him.

In the end, all I could do was talk to Yang Xiaotao.

"Leader, you didn't write it either."

"Hey, you know why?"

Mr. Wang smiled with his eyes wide open, while Yang Xiaotao stared straight ahead, "Of course, when comparing products, there is always a comparison to determine the quality."

"Tsk, tsk, you still have vision, unlike some people who have never seen the world."

Mr. Zhou on the side tilted his head when he heard his face trembling.

After hearing this, Yang Xiaotao was convinced by Mr. Wang's words. Didn't he pull himself onto his broken ship? So he looked at the person who put down the pen and paper not far away, "Ahem, leader, I saw that the chief also wrote."

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Now it was Mr. Wang's turn to cough non-stop, "Um, it's nothing, I choked on my saliva."

Mr. Zhou on the side smiled immediately when he saw it.

"Old Wang, you're such a mouthful, it's better to say less."

cough cough cough

Mr. Wang blushed with embarrassment, stopped talking, and concentrated on watching the show.

After a moment of preparation, everyone's performance began.

The sound rang out on the stage and continued to spread through the loudspeakers in all directions.

People sat on the stools and listened with great interest. Although most of them were rough and tumble, the simple words in it, especially the quotes from the great leader, made many people nod their heads.

Of course, many of them have memorized the Little Red Book, so they can also understand the meaning of poetry recitation.

The programs passed one by one and came on one after another, and time also passed quietly.

Investigations Branch, Office of the Director.

Wang Guohua put down the pen in his hand, capped it, stretched and moved his body to soothe his mind.

At his hand was information about Yangjiazhuang, a lot of which he had circled with a pen.

And the biggest one is population size.

With the establishment of the farm, because they are responsible for the breeding of Yangcun No. 1, the farm population is exempted from the public surplus grain, and the improved seeds every year can be exchanged for the corresponding grain.

Because of this, people from nearby villages are willing to marry their daughters into it.

At least the daughter has become a member of the farm, so if her parents' family is in trouble, they can help.

Under such circumstances, the young man from Yangjiazhuang easily found a wife and made a significant contribution to the population growth of the farm.

According to Wang Guohua's calculations, Yangjiazhuang's population has now doubled, and this number will increase in the future.

This is nothing in other places, but the increase in population will only consume more food in the country.

Therefore, he plans to limit or cancel the policy of exempting Yangjia Village from paying public surplus grain.

I believe that if this is done, Yangjiazhuang’s life will plummet.

Secondly, when the Academy of Agricultural Sciences chose to establish a farm in Yangjiazhuang, it may not have failed to consider Yang Xiaotao's reasons.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t be called Yangcun No. 1. But now, the breeding work in the northwest has begun, and the Academy of Agricultural Sciences has established breeding bases in the northeast and north China. In this way, the existence of Yangjiazhuang is no longer necessary.

Therefore, the second step is to cancel the farm and return to the original.

I believe that after completing these two steps, it is equivalent to breaking Yang Xiaotao's arm.

After getting up, Wang Guohua walked to the cook and took out the coffee sent by Team Leader Zhang. It is said that this is coffee beans imported from abroad and then ground by hand to make coffee, which retains the original taste of coffee.

Wang Guohua didn't really like drinking this stuff at first, but later, perhaps because of Team Leader Zhang's leadership, or perhaps because it tasted better than boiled water, he gradually started to like it.

Moreover, every time he drank this, he felt that if he swallowed the pain in his mouth, others would suffer less.

It is this spirit of enduring hardship for the people, who will go to hell if I can't do it, that makes him want to make a drink when he is fine.

He took out a spoonful of coffee from the jar. There were a few large uncrushed particles in the gray-brown powder.

Wang Guohua is used to this.

After putting it under the quilt, Wang Guohua stood up and went to get the kettle on the floor.

Just when he picked it up, he felt that there wasn't much water in it. Then he remembered that today was New Year's Day. He had given his men a holiday, and only a few of them were still guarding it.

So he walked out of the door with the kettle and went to the stove to ask for water.

And just after Wang Guohua left the office, a light green shadow slowly emerged.

At this time, he ignored Mr. Wang's chatter and issued orders to Xiao Wei.

Soon, Xiao Wei's clones began to fall into the coffee cup, and at the same time, buried several pieces of wood that were about the size of coffee beans in it.

These small wooden dots look about the same size as sawdust, but in fact their density is higher than that of ordinary wood. Even if they are soaked in water, they will not float to the surface of the water. At most, they will be in a suspended state.

This is what Xiaowei's clone was doing inside the table during this period.

Compress, compress again.

When it breaks out, it will kill people.

After all this was done, Xiaowei's clone sank into the table again and disappeared.

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When the door opened, Wang Guohua came back with a thermos bottle. He looked at the pen and paper on the table and saw that there were no traces of movement, and then he felt relieved.

Pick up the thermos bottle and add boiling water to the cup.

Instantly, a bitter smell spread in the office.

When it cooled down a bit, Wang Guohua took the cup and came to the window to look out the window.

Then, he drank the coffee mouthful by mouthful, and finally finished the last bit of brown liquid in the bowl. When the cup was empty, he sat back down.

However, before he could pick up the materials on the table and continue working, he suddenly felt a sharp stabbing pain in his stomach.

Wang Guohua endured the severe pain and prepared to get up and go to the toilet, but the pain became more and more intense until finally, the pain made him fall from his seat. As the pain intensified, he felt a knife-like pain in his abdomen.

"Someone, save me"

There was a sound in his throat, but the next second he felt like something was piercing his belly. The pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe. He could only curl up and lie on the ground, begging for someone to save him.

"I, I don't want to die, come here, come here."

With all his strength, he shouted, wanting someone to take him to the hospital.

However, he forgot that today was New Year's Day and there were not many people in the investigation office.

Even if there were, it was almost noon, so he would probably go down to eat.

So he wanted to knock on the table to attract everyone's attention.

But the next second, he felt as if there was something wrong with Sun Wukong in his stomach. His whole chest hurt even when he breathed, and his body started to tremble involuntarily.

He only drank a cup of coffee, how could this happen?
Is there something wrong with this coffee?
Or, is it poison?
But, he is still useful, why harm him?

No reason.

Wang Guohua couldn't understand and couldn't think about it anymore.

Because his body has completely lost consciousness.

"save"

When he said the last word in his throat, he saw a group of green light suddenly appear on the table, like an hallucination.

Then Wang Guohua felt as if his stomach was filled with something, his eyes widened instantly, and he lay on the ground.

After a while, Xiaowei controlled the clone to circle around him. After confirming his death, she began to recycle the wood in his body.

After the re-transformed wood particles completely left the body, the clone hid them in the table and followed them in.

"shhhhh"

Yang Xiaotao, who was watching the performance, suddenly heard Xiao Wei's tired voice and quickly asked how the situation was.

As a result, the image of Wang Guohua lying on the ground and dying appeared in his mind.

It’s just those unblinking eyes that express the unwillingness and doubts in his heart.

Everything goes according to plan.

After telling Xiaowei to have a good rest, Yang Xiaotao immediately smiled and clapped.

"Okay, you sang so well."

After hearing this, Mr. Wang also focused on the performance above. At this moment, a group of men from the security department sang Yang Xiaotao's "Top Gun" at the top of their lungs.

"How many times of wind and rain, how many times of spring and autumn, wind, frost, snow and rain..."

Although the lyrics, composition, and everything else are good, those rough guys can't sing it at all except for having a louder voice.

Then he looked at Yang Xiaotao suspiciously, "Are you sure this is what you're saying?"

"Of course, it's great. This performance is great."

Yang Xiaotao clapped his hands and praised Xiaowei in his heart.

This time, Yang Xiaotao had been planning for a long time to solve the problem.

In the end, I chose to use this bizarre method not only to increase confusion, but more importantly, to let those people understand that God is watching when people do it.

Good and evil will be rewarded in the end!
It’s not that you don’t report when the time has not come, it’s that you report everything when the time comes.