Fooling Silly Zhu, Refusing to Take the Blame!
Jia Zhang-shi also accepted this fact.
Now, she felt a little scared. If she really cut off Silly Pillar, she would have to pay with her life.
" Damn the whistle-teller. He gave birth to a son without an asshole. If he's not a good person, he should die without a burial place. He should go to the eighteenth level of hell and die without a trace…"
Jia Zhang-shi started cursing again.
Yi Zhonghai couldn't stand it anymore and left.
Qin Huairu pulled Silly Zhu's hand as tears rolled down her face.
"Silly Zhu, our factory's security department took the stick away. If they investigate it clearly, the stick will be sent to the police station…"
As she spoke, Qin Huairu could not help but sob on Silly Pillar's shoulder.
She looked aggrieved and Silly Zhu's heart softened.
He hated seeing women cry, especially Qin Huairu. Silly Zhu could not resist at all.
Furthermore, Qin Huairu had completely destroyed Silly Zhu's line of defense when she had charged over with the tip of her saber.
"Alright, it's not a big deal. I'll write a confession and go to the factory office tomorrow to say that I did it!”
Shazhu patted his chest manly.
Qin Huairu was willing to sacrifice her life for him. What was the big deal about him taking the blame for the stick? Silly Zhu was more than happy to take the blame.
His manliness was fully displayed in front of Qin Huairu.
"Thank you, Silly Zhu. If it weren't for you, I really wouldn't know what to do.”
Qin Huairu wiped her tears. Seeing that Silly Zhu had already agreed to take the blame, she was extremely happy.
Now, all the grievances and sadness did not exist.
Jia Zhangshi had originally been very displeased when she saw Qin Huairu leaning her head on Silly Pillar's shoulder.
But when she heard that Silly Zhu was willing to take the blame for the stick, she had no objections.
The meme was ranked first. For the meme, it was not a problem even if Qin Huairu was sacrificed.
……
Wu Ziqiang had been watching coldly from the side.
The stick was taken away, Jia Zhangshi chopped the silly pillar, and Qin Huiru made a hand of good tea.
According to tradition, Silly Pillar would definitely be the scapegoat.
In the courtyard house, Silly Zhu relied on his amulet.
He was the boss of the canteen in the factory. It was fine if he offended many people.
He had beaten Xu Damao several times in the courtyard, but he had also easily resolved it.
She had even taken the blame for the stick many times and was safe in the end.
First of all, Shazhu's own background was not bad. He was a third-generation farmer and a chef. The leaders of the factory all relied on his cooking skills.
Secondly, First Uncle's bias towards Silly Pillar was a half-public fact in the academy.
As long as something happened to Silly Pillar, First Uncle would definitely step in.
He was a Grade 8 worker in the factory, and his salary was two yuan higher than Manager Yang's. The manager had to be polite to him when he saw an old man.
Moreover, if the First Uncle didn't work, there was still Old Lady Wang Zhalong.
She was a family of martyrs and a household with five guarantees. Her ancestors had been poor farmers for several generations and had even woven straw sandals for the army. This identity was the biggest trump card.
Therefore, Silly Zhu was the standard scapegoat. If he didn't take the blame, it would be a disgrace to his identity.
Qin Huairu's pot was tailor-made for Silly Zhu.
Once Silly Zhu took the blame, this matter would definitely be left unsettled.
At most, Silly Zhu would be fined a little salary or arranged to sweep the floor.
The stick came out unscathed and was locked up in the security department for two days at most.
Wu Ziqiang could not let Qin Huairu be punished.
If the stick wanted to plot against him, Silly Zhu and Yi Zhonghai must have participated.
These people had to pay a price.
……
During dinner, Silly Zhu poured himself a cup of Xifeng wine and drank it with salted vegetables.
Beside him was a letter from the Red Star Rolling Mill, and he was considering how to write a confession on it.
Tomorrow, he would go and take the blame.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Silly Zhu thought that Qin Huairu had come to show concern for him.
He did not expect the person who came to be Wu Ziqiang.
This surprised him.
"Wu Clan brat, why are you here?”Silly Pillar asked.
"Silly Uncle, it's like this. I have something to ask of you.”
"My mom's health isn't very good. I want you to write a menu for the Vitality Blood. When the half a catty of meat from the factory comes, I'll make it for my mom.”
Wu Ziqiang found an excuse and passed two coarse grain pancakes to Silly Zhu.
"You're really filial. Wait a minute, I'll write it for you.”
Shazhu sat back on the stool. In a panic, he crumpled the confession he had just written into a ball and put it aside.
Wu Ziqiang saw the confession the moment he entered the room.
He sat at the side and tilted his head deliberately, pretending to have accidentally seen it.
"Silly Uncle, are you writing a confession? Did you chop the pig legs in the factory?"
Facing Wu Ziqiang's question, Silly Zhu was too lazy to hide it.
Anyway, the whole factory would know that he was going to take the blame tomorrow.
Therefore, he said heroically," That's right, I was the one who cut it. I'll take responsibility for what I did. I can't let the stick be wronged."”
"Silly Uncle, I don't understand. Are you tired of living? Do you want to eat peanuts?”
Wu Ziqiang pretended to be puzzled.
Shazhu laughed." That won't do. What kind of person is your uncle? Even if the security department had a few guts, they wouldn't dare to let me eat peanuts."”
"Silly Uncle, I think you don't understand as much as a child like me.”
"Think about it. The composition problem is so sensitive now. If you touch the muzzle at this critical point, won't you have to eat peanuts?”
Wu Ziqiang directly reminded him.
"Wu family kid, your worries are unnecessary. My family is good. My ancestors have been farmers for three generations.”
"If I turn myself in, at most, I'll be demoted and fined a little. It's not that serious.”
Silly Pillar was a little proud of himself.
He often showed off his identity as a third-generation farmer in the courtyard.
Wu Ziqiang smiled.
"Silly Uncle, what time is it now? Those with bad ingredients have to be sent to the countryside for transformation. We also have to send Red Guards to watch and report their movements at any time.”
"At this time, you cut off the public's pork trotters. This is damaging the public's property.”
"Don't talk about how good your background is. It's fine to fool outsiders, but it's different when you really investigate.”
Silly Zhu listened to Wu Ziqiang's explanation and became interested,""Then tell me, how is it different?”
Wu Ziqiang explained seriously,
"First of all, everyone knows your cooking skills.”
"What kind of dish is the Tan family's dish? That's imperial cuisine. How do you explain your family's three generations of farmers knowing imperial cuisine?”
"What if we dig deeper?"
"Everyone in the academy knows how you got your nickname Silly Pillar. You got it when you were seven or eight years old, selling steamed buns.”
"Have you ever thought that during the war, what kind of family could afford to eat buns and sell buns?”
"Therefore, your identity as a third-generation farmer cannot withstand scrutiny at all.”
"If we turn ourselves in, we'll definitely be exposed when the police station finds out.”
Wu Ziqiang said logically.
In his later life, he had already guessed that Silly Pillar's identity as a third-generation farmer was probably settled by He Daqing.
Right now, status was very important. If Silly Zhu didn't have this status, he wouldn't be able to be a chef in a key unit like the Red Star Rolling Mill.
One had to know that Nanyi, who worked in the branch factory, was also a descendant of imperial cuisine. His family used to run a restaurant.
Because of this identity, he was directly beaten down. A good chef was made to clean the toilets in the branch factory.
If it weren't for his culinary skills, he wouldn't even have the chance to cook.
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