King of Trash
In the private room, a ray of blue light from the wall lamp shone on the exquisite small dining table. The wine and fruit plates on the table had been placed for a long time. The guests still hadn't arrived.
" Boss, your guest..." The young lady's mouth was sweet, but she looked a little impatient. She pushed the door open again and again and poked her head in to ask.
"Don't worry. This guest is busy with work and has a lot of social gatherings. The earliest we can get here is ten o'clock."
"Then…me?"
"If you have something to do, go away. Ask your boss to get me another one.”The trash king glared at her in annoyance.
" No, no, Boss Bro, don't misunderstand." The young lady knew that she had offended this God of Fortune and hurriedly explained," Your guest is so honorable. I have to be mentally prepared and serve him well! It was to avoid being caught off guard and being picked on by others.”
"Alright, alright. I'll call you when the time comes." Scrap King waved his hand, frowned, and sat down on the chair.
After being beaten up in the afternoon, his body was burning and hurting a little. This was tolerable. Having been in society for decades, it was common for him to suffer some physical pain. However, the anger in his heart could not be appeased.
It was a little immoral of him to do such a thing, so it was not unjust to be punished. However, it was too embarrassing to be beaten up in broad daylight.
After earning so much money for so many years, shouldn't he be a little unlucky?
Those stevedores didn't seem to be hitting people with their palms, but rather livestock. They punched and kicked each other as if they had caught a thief on the street. Fortunately, he was wearing a thick fur vest. Otherwise, his bones would be broken.
It was said that President Yang was once the deputy director of the Municipal Party Committee's publicity department. In the past, he often appeared on television and gave people the impression that he was a refined gentleman. Today, when he was angry, he was like a bandit.
"Throw it into the furnace and let me burn it!" What was this? They would only be thrown into the Human Refining Furnace to be burned after they died!
Besides, I'm scamming the money from the commies. Why are you so distressed? Even though it has been reformed, the steel company doesn't mean that your family owns it!
He had been doing this for many years. Wasn't the reform and opening up to let people grab money by hook or by crook? As someone who had been in prison for a few years, he knew that he couldn't get big money by abiding by the law. His brother was a model worker for mining machines. Once an entrepreneur went bankrupt, he couldn't even make a living. As for him, relying on his nimble mind, he had earned countless bills.
The method to grab money was not complicated. He didn't need a college degree or business knowledge. As long as you were smart and brave, you could boldly pick up the money.
Back then, when he was 20 years old and had just been released from prison, people had rolled their eyes at him. The subdistrict office arranged for him to collect junk at the junkyard. This was his only way to survive. That kind of poor and lowly life that made people unable to raise their heads had worn away many of his youthful fantasies! However, he was unwilling to accept his fate. He did not want to live such a lifeless and mediocre life. The desire to enjoy and possess drove him to do pranks that were different from others. One night, he rode his tricycle and sent the waste paper collected from the waste station to the waste company. On the way, a pile of broken bricks at the construction site triggered his inspiration. He stopped the car and skillfully stuffed a few bricks into the bound cardboard. Thus, the 100 catties of waste increased to 20 catties. He returned the 100 catties of payment to the waste station, and spent the 20 catties of money on wine. He drank all night with the weight inspector who was not very familiar with him but was very loyal to his brother. From then on, a new idea of work was formed, and a new future unfolded in front of his eyes. The method of stuffing bricks into waste paper shells was carried forward, iron blocks were stuffed into waste cloth strips, stones were stuffed into scrap iron blocks, and waste plastic pipes were filled with water... Next, he contracted the waste station on the street. He erased the word " waste " from the name of the unit and established " Hongfa Material Company ", starting a big business of selling authentic materials. Of course, the purpose of the business could not be changed. For example, when he delivered coal to the power plant, half a truck of coal was filled with coal waste. Later, he felt that it was dangerous and laborious to mix stones into the coal, so he decided to do it in one go and do it in two. He made a big deal out of the quantity. He drove the coal cart into the quarry, checked the weight, and issued a receipt, but did not unload the goods. They only made two rounds around the quarry, drove out of the factory intact, and then drove in from the entrance. They checked the weight again and issued a receipt. Over and over again, his coal cart had only made eight trips to the quarry. A car of coal was worth eight taels of cash, so how could his wallet not swell? Of course, to do such a thing that harmed the public and benefited private interests, one had to grasp a principle: Can't eat alone. Those quality inspectors, measurers, guards, and security guards all had to be paid for their labor. Every man for himself. Captain Hatoyama's negative words became the truth he tested in his life. In life, one would not wake up early without benefits. The bribe fee was nothing compared to his profit. As a result, his Hongfa Material Company slowly became a major tax collector on the streets, in the district, and in the city. He became an advanced figure in the private economy, and the judicial department regarded him as a typical figure of the prodigal son. Then, he used the small change in his account to help a few children who were out of school and sponsored the lonely elderly in the nursing home. The news reporters kept circling around him. At the first commendation meeting, Yang Jian, the deputy secretary of the municipal party committee, took a photo with him. This person who was imprisoned in the past became a famous person in Beiliao City.
The success that was originally immoral but by luck made him arrogantly believe that everything he did was correct, legal, and great. He had been doing it smoothly.
Today, he did not expect that he would end up at the steel company.
Based on his experience, he could reduce such a big matter to a small one. The huge state-owned enterprises had hundreds of millions of capital flowing in their books. It was only a small matter for private business owners to cheat them of a few dollars. It would not hurt their vitality. Even if the truth was exposed, at most, he would just apologize and apologize.
However, today's incident was a little abnormal. Although President Yang's expression was serious at the beginning, he did not lose his composure. However, when he mentioned Yang Jian, the deputy secretary of the municipal party committee, his expression became so scary.
Could it be that this "Eryang"…
The two doors opened, and the lady in the box gently pushed the door open.
Ah! When the trash king saw who it was, he couldn't help but stick out his tongue in surprise.
Deputy Secretary Yang of the Municipal Party Committee had arrived.
" Secretary Yang, you..." Scrap King was overwhelmed by the favor and stood up to give up his seat.
He had originally invited Deputy Secretary Yang's secretary, but he did not expect the secretary to…
"How is it? Does your injury still hurt?" Deputy Secretary Yang sat down and looked at the medicinal cloth wrapped around his hand with concern.
"Thank you for your concern, Secretary Yang!" For some reason, Trash King suddenly felt wronged, and tears were about to fall.
"Secretary Yang just finished a meeting and missed you. He rushed over without resting.”the secretary interrupted.
"Secretary Yang, you're really a caring person for us commoners. Without you, we have no place to complain!”
"Alright, alright." Secretary Yang comforted him." Don't think too much about this. The steel company's profits were not good, so it was understandable for President Yang to go overboard. Also, it's not right for you to send fake scrap steel to others! However, even if it was a mistake, he could just think of a way to resolve it. She shouldn't have hit him. I heard that the factory's public security department detained you for half a day. This is a disguised private court. Not to mention that you're a private entrepreneur, you can't even treat ordinary people like this!”
"Secretary Yang, he's still holding twenty of my trucks!”Just now, he knew that he was in the wrong and wanted to make peace. When he saw the deputy secretary of the municipal party committee protecting him like this, he immediately became energetic.
"Alright then." Secretary Yang patted his shoulder and stood up." I have other things to do. If you have any ideas, you can talk to my secretary!”
" Secretary Yang." The " Waste King " wanted to ask the secretary to stay for dinner. The secretary secretly gave him a look, and he understood and sent the secretary out.
King of Trash (2)
The secretary picked up a silver fruit fork and ate a few bright red cherries. Then, she picked up a red wine glass and took a sip of wine. She tasted it and nodded in approval.
This kind of small tavern was not as luxurious as the " Flower World ", but it had a different flavor.
The lady in the box was petite and her skin was slightly yellow. She looked like a young woman from the south. She stood at the side silently, but her eyes were always paying attention to the emotions of the guests, providing thoughtful service at any time.
This place was still better. The secretary thought for a moment. He couldn't afford to serve the western dishes in the " Flower World ". While they were eating, they had to pay attention to the progress of the secretary's meal. Once the secretary finished eating, even if they were half-full, they had to leave their jobs and immediately accompany the leader.
Here, he was a distinguished guest. It made one feel like a master.
"Secretary, is it about me?" The " Waste King " looked at the young man's greedy manner and found it a little strange. Why didn't he talk about the matter that Secretary Yang had given him and only knew how to eat?
"Well, what do you want to do?" The secretary finally spoke.
"I want those twenty cars back."
"Twenty cars? President Yang won't give it to you."
"Let Secretary Yang say something!"
"Secretary Yang, what did he say?" The secretary was engrossed in gnawing on a chicken thigh and seemed absent-minded when she spoke to him.
This…The King of Trash was at a loss for words. How would I know what the secretary said?
He felt that the secretary was deliberately making things difficult for him.
"Then, I can't just leave my car department there for nothing, right?”
"Why is it being detained there for nothing?”The secretary finished the chicken thigh and began to wipe her mouth.
Seeing this, the young lady hurriedly handed over a napkin.
" You mean…" The Trash King was confused by his attitude.
"If I were President Yang, I would grab you and not let go. You used cement blocks to pass off as scrap steel and caused heavy losses to the company. It's not unreasonable to use your twenty trucks to cover the losses, right?”
"This?"
"Also, the special steel mill uses advanced equipment that has just been imported. This kind of equipment had to eat fine grains after it was activated. Fine grain, do you understand? It was high-quality scrap steel. Now, your cement blocks have been stuffed into the stomach of this fine grain, which is equivalent to destroying the country's production equipment. This kind of thing needs to be punished."
" Then…" The heart of the " Waste King " turned cold. Why did this secretary always speak up for the steel company?
"Then, what do you think I should do?"
"The wicked complain first. Sue him!"
The secretary seemed to be full. She burped loudly and then played with the blue and white porcelain cup on the table.
"Sue?"
"That's right. Sue him. Didn't he ask the workers to beat you up? Just sue him for assault."
"Sue? Assault?" The " Waste King " did not expect this, and he hesitated in his heart.
It seemed that the secretary wanted him to push him to the front desk and make a scene with President Yang.
Was this necessary? He asked himself.
From the bottom of his heart, he was unreasonable. Although he was beaten up, he just had to admit that he was unlucky. As long as he could get the 20 cars back, he would be willing to pay tens of thousands of yuan. People should admit defeat when they should!
However, if he were to fight a lawsuit with great fanfare, he would not be able to do it. President Yang was a well-known figure in Bei Liao. How could a notorious small owner like him be a match for others? Although he had a few stinking money, the commoners knew very well how he made it. He knew even better. If he really went to court and blew up the matter, he would still have a good ending!
But why did the secretary encourage him to do this? Was this Secretary Yang's intention?
He suddenly had the same feeling as before. Between the two Yang's…
Was Secretary Yang trying to use his own hands to punish President Yang?
He shuddered instinctively.
Forget it. I'm just a commoner. I shouldn't get involved in the matters of the big shots.
Thinking of this, he shook his head.
The young lady's eyes were a little deep and her cheekbones were a little high. When she spoke, her voice was coquettish, and it was quite moving. Her gaze was not as straight as the northern girl's. Instead, it was charming and seductive.
The lady was embarrassed by the secretary's stare and her face turned red. In order to eliminate the awkwardness, she walked forward and made a cup of hot tea for the guest.
She brought the teacup to the guest. When the guest took the cup, a hand quietly scratched her wrist.
" Miss, please," said the customer, his eyes shining with a burning light." Can you please go out and buy me a pack of 'Yellow Mountain' cigarettes?"”
"Alright." Miss nodded and walked away with light steps.
There were no outsiders in the room, and it was just right to talk about secrets. The secretary looked at the " Waste King " with an inquiring gaze.
"Oh, forget it. I don't want to make things big. " I think…" The Waste King sighed, his unfocused gaze wandering on the leftovers that seemed to have been looted.
" Haha…" The secretary burst into laughter. Before he finished laughing, he suddenly stood up and said coldly," Brother, then you should be prepared to wear the 'gold-plated gold'!”
"What, wearing a gold plate? Cuff me? Why?" Trash King felt his scalp tingle, and a chill ran down his spine.
The secretary didn't say anything. She just casually took the small briefcase that she carried with her. She opened it twice and revealed a roll of documents.
"Look!" The secretary waved the documents in her hand at the " Waste King."" The steel company's lawyer is already suing you.”
"Ah!" The Trash King was shocked.
" Other than this, there's also…" The secretary started to list his crimes." The coal you sent to the power plant that was mixed with stone refuse; The cotton that was stuffed with adobe sent to the textile mill; The substandard cement you sent to the dam project…has already been reported to the prosecutor's office. If Secretary Yang wasn't in charge of politics and law, you would have been doomed!”
"Really?" Trash King's heart sank.
"Sigh, who asked our Secretary Yang to have a Bodhisattva heart. In order to implement Chang's policy of making the people rich, he tried to protect private entrepreneurs like you. But you don't understand him…"
When the " trash king " heard this, he turned around and lowered his head. The slightly hunched figure revealed the darkness in his heart.
He was forced into a corner!
Sigh, how did I end up like this?
However, the scandal was all in his hands. If he did not listen to him, he would die!
If he wanted to do it, he would do it. At most, he would be cannon fodder.
Maybe Secretary Yang is really good to me. I pay him hundreds of thousands a year, and he should protect me!
"Alright, I'll do it. I'll listen to you."
The voice came from the light blue smoke. Due to excitement and fear, the color of his face that alternated between red and white could not break through the layer of dull grayish-yellow.
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