The train driver in the courtyard

Chapter 253 Thunder
early morning.

Not far from Wangfujing, in the large courtyard along the South Branch of Ciqiku Road, Nanhe River.
Soothing music came from the radio on the table.

A middle-aged woman was cleaning the house slowly.

The sun shines in, and it feels like the tranquility of time.

The middle-aged woman’s name is Zhang Xueling.

Warehouse manager of Beijing Coal Company, the monthly salary is 52 yuan.

Her husband is the deputy director of the Jingcheng Timber Factory, earning 85 yuan a month.

This kind of family is considered to be a high-class family in Beijing.

Apart from having no children, he is a winner in life.

Zhang Xueling cleaned the room, sat on a chair and drank tea leisurely.

I was a little worried about whether to eat white flour steamed buns or baked flatbreads for lunch.

At this moment.

There was a knock on the door.

"Here we come." Zhang Xueling responded and opened the door.

Standing outside the door were Old Liu, the steward of the courtyard, and several unfamiliar comrades.

"Xueling, I know you are staying at home. These are comrades from the Power Supply Bureau. They suspect that someone in our compound has underreported the amount of electrical appliances, so we have to go door to door to check."

Perhaps because he was afraid that Zhang Xueling would be angry, Uncle Liu added: "Going from house to house, not even one house. My house has just been inspected."

Zhang Xueling looked at the comrades up and down.

They were all wearing the uniforms of the power supply bureau, with tool bags hanging around their waists, and a comrade was carrying a ladder. There was nothing unusual about it.

She nodded slightly: "Come in, it's just my things at home, don't mess around."

"Got it, got it."

The leader winked, and the two power supply bureau employees walked into the room.

Just when Zhang Xueling was about to follow, they suddenly turned around, one of them grabbed an arm and pushed him to the ground.

"What are you doing! Help, there are robbers!" Zhang Xueling was shocked and shouted at the top of her lungs.

The leader knelt down and said coldly: "Zhou Fangyu, 26853"

"What nonsense are you talking about! I don't know Zhou Fangyu." Zhang Xueling's eyes flashed with panic and she regained her composure.

Uncle Liu, the steward, was also shocked by this scene and stepped forward to help: "Comrade, are you mistaken? Xiao Zhang has been living in the compound since before liberation. He is a good man. My eldest son got married a while ago. , she helped get the bicycle tickets, so she can’t be a bad person.”

"Old man, bad guys use various means to disguise themselves."

As the leading comrade spoke, he took out a certificate from his pocket and winked at the employees.

"Search!"

The employees were well-trained and got into the room. After more than ten minutes, they came out holding a radio.

"Report to the captain, we found a mezzanine in the wall. This was found in the mezzanine."

"Captain, there is still gunpowder here." An employee came out holding a bundle of gunpowder.

Seeing the radio and gunpowder, Zhang Xueling, whose mouth was as hard as a steel nail just now, could no longer speak and collapsed on the ground.

Uncle Liu, the steward of the courtyard, was so shocked that his eyes almost fell off. He kept mumbling: "Impossible, how is this possible! Xiao Zhang is a good comrade. How is it possible that he has conducted four or five audits before?" "

"Yes. How is that possible?" The leading comrade sighed in his heart.

After several years of hard work, the situation in the capital has improved significantly.

As an old captain who has been working on the front line for a long time, he thought that all the demons and demons had been wiped out in one fell swoop.

Who would have thought that this group of people would be hiding right under their noses.

Take the woman in front of me for example.

She has a harmonious family and a clean net worth. She has traces from birth to work. She is active and diligent at work and has been praised several times.

If it weren't for Driver Li from the locomotive depot, these people might have been able to live freely for a while longer, maybe.
It's just that the hero of this case is a train driver, which makes these old comrades a little embarrassed.

If you have a chance, you should go and see how many heads that guy has.

He was able to discover the slightest doubts from the clues and expose Shang Chonghou's lies.

morning.

Inside the fermentation workshop of the Second State-owned Mustard Factory in Shancheng.

An excited voice sounded on the radio: "Dear comrades workers, good news, good news, the mustard from our mustard factory is now a strategic material, specially supplied to the comrades on the front line. This is our honor and our responsibility. I hope you can Work hard and achieve the target with both quality and quantity!”

When the workers in the third workshop heard the broadcast, they immediately became energetic.

Regardless of the high temperature and sour smell in the workshop, he held a shovel and shoveled the fresh mustard into the fermentation tank.

One of the workers named Zheng Xianfeng worked the hardest.

The denim short-sleeved shirt he was wearing was already sticky with sweat.

A few well-played workers joked: "Old Zheng, even if you take two days off, the progress of our workshop this month will still be yours."

Zheng Xianfeng was a man of few words. He smiled kindly at them, lowered his head and got back to work.

The workers shook their heads in unison.

This Zheng Xianfeng came to run the mustard factory three years ago. He seems to be a foreigner and has no relatives in the local area.

I live in the mustard factory on weekdays and rarely go to the city. I simply regard the factory as my home.

Since Zheng Xianfeng entered the third workshop, he has won the production championship every month, which has attracted the dissatisfaction of many old masters.

This guy works so hard that he doesn't even take a break. Who can compare to him?

Zheng Xianfeng was generous. Every time he received a production bonus, he would invite workers in the workshop to have a meal at a restaurant in the city.

Therefore, he is very popular among workers on weekdays.

Some thoughtful workers saw something was wrong.

This man has no children, and he doesn’t want anyone to introduce him to a partner. Could it be that he was born to work?

In response to this situation, the mustard factory also organized manpower to verify Zheng Xianfeng's situation, but found no abnormalities.

As time passed, everyone stopped caring and could only praise Zheng Xianfeng for his high ideological consciousness.

The workers were working enthusiastically.

Chief Gao of the factory's security department walked in with several security officers and four or five comrades wearing black Mao suits.

"Zheng Xianfeng, come here."

Seeing those people appearing, Zheng Xianfeng was stunned for a moment.

After he could clearly see the situation on the other side through the curling steam, he suddenly bent down, pulled out a pistol from his trousers, and fired several shots at the opposite side of the pool.

The workers were stunned by this scene.

At this time, Zheng Xianfeng looked ferocious, but he was still the good old man from before.

The black tunic suit was clearly prepared.

At the moment of dodging, he pulled out the pistol from his waist and opened fire on the running Zheng Xianfeng.

Suddenly, there was loud gunfire in the fermentation workshop.

The fire was radiating, and the smell of gunpowder smoke and the sour smell of mustard mixed together, making it difficult to breathe.

The workers had all received training, and they lay on the ground and did not dare to move. It was still difficult to accept that Zheng Xianfeng, who was so honest, turned out to be a bad person.

Evil does not oppress righteousness.

After a while, the gunfire disappeared, and Zheng Xianfeng fell next to the fermentation tank.

A team member rushed up to him and kicked off his pistol: "Captain, you're right, this son of a bitch is named Liu!"

The captain strode up, grabbed Zheng Xianfeng by the collar, and yelled: "You bastard, you can't even urinate! How dare you cause trouble when you are about to die."

Zheng Xianfeng held back the pain, sucked his lips and said, "I got into trouble this time. Can you tell me what went wrong?"

"You idiot, think carefully when you get inside."

The captain waved and asked two team members to tie Zheng Xianfeng tightly with hemp rope and carry him out of the workshop like an old sow.

After watching Zheng Xianfeng being loaded into the truck, the captain immediately led people to search Zheng Xianfeng's dormitory and found thirty kilograms of yellow gunpowder from under the floor tiles under the bed.

Looking at the two boxes of gunpowder, the captain, a man from a mountain city, broke into a cold sweat.

"Spade Shoe, we want to make a big one."

He looked up to the north and murmured to himself: "This melon's son has been hidden so well. How did the people in the capital get his identity?"

The same scene was repeated across the land of China.

Those who participated in the operation and knew the inside story would marvel at the magic of the train driver in the locomotive depot.

Those who don’t know the inside story can only bury their doubts deep in their hearts.

　Sorry, these chapters have been blocked. I cried.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)