bayedsolid Chapter 289: Report Letter from Prison
Chapter 289: Report Letter from Prison
Jiang Yongbiao was dragged away and after receiving simple treatment from the prison doctor, he was thrown into a small cell.
"Zhong Yuanbing! Just wait, I'm not done with you!"
But since he was already trapped in the trumpet, Jiang Yongbiao's cry seemed so pale and powerless.
......
For five consecutive days.
Zhong Yuanbing calls Director Gong one or two times almost every day.
However, Director Gong refused Zhong Yuanbing's invitation to dinner on the grounds that he was busy with work.
In the end, Director Gong's attitude changed drastically, and he bluntly said that he could not help with the guesthouse's investment promotion.
Everything is done according to the rules. If Zhong Yuanbing wants to contract the guesthouse, he can go through the normal channels to participate in the bidding. He will definitely act impartially and will not favor anyone.
What he said was so high-sounding.
This made Zhong Yuanbing very angry.
In the general manager's office of the cannery, Zhong Yuanbing angrily smashed his fountain pen bottle again.
"You bastard! You're acting like a jerk with me, pretending to be honest!"
When the secretary heard the noise in the room, he didn't dare to go in for a long time, for fear that if he went in, he would offend Zhong Yuanbing and implicate himself.
But she didn't want to go in, but she had no choice.
"Where's the person? Where did he go?" Zhong Yuanbing's angry roar came from the room.
The secretary sighed and pushed open the door helplessly.
"Mr. Zhong."
"You don't know how to work if I don't tell you to? Clean up the floor for me. What's the point of keeping you? You are a bunch of good-for-nothings! Good-for-nothings!" Zhong Yuanbing was in a very bad mood and started cursing.
The secretary didn't dare to say anything. He quickly picked up the tools and began to clean the ink-stained floor, while silently enduring Zhong Yuanbing's verbal abuse.
"Where is Zhao Hu?" Zhong Yuanbing asked.
"Manager Zhao hasn't come today." The secretary responded in a low voice.
Zhong Yuanbing was already angry but had no place to vent it, and Zhao Hu skipped work without even saying hello, which made Zhong Yuanbing even angrier.
"What the hell is he doing all day? He's getting paid by me, but he doesn't even show up for work. I think he wants to die~!"
"Notify the finance department and have his salary for this month deducted from me! If you see him, tell him to come over to see me immediately!"
"Yes, Mr. Zhong."
The secretary didn't dare to say anything more. He quickened his hands to clean up the ink-stained floor.
Ding-ling-ling...
The phone rings.
Zhong Yuanbing picked up the phone: "Hello?"
"Mr. Zhong, we have prepared the bid you requested. We will send it to you for your review when it is convenient for you."
The person who called was a lawyer who had taken on Zhong Yuanbing's private work and was helping him draft the bid for the contract of the guesthouse.
In 82, there were no formal law firms in China. Lawyers were civil servants with stable jobs and limited salaries. Many of them took on various private jobs in private, such as filing lawsuits and writing various documents for others. The fees they charged were not low each time.
After hearing that the bid was ready, Zhong Yuanbing calmed down a little.
"Send it over now."
"Okay, Mr. Zhong."
After hanging up the phone, Zhong Yuanbing looked at the busy secretary in front of him and said, "Hurry up! You're taking so long just mopping the floor."
in prison.
Jiang Yongbiao, who had been detained in solitary confinement for three days, was finally released.
He was escorted back to the cell by prison guards.
"You'd better behave yourself and don't cause trouble for yourself or us, otherwise next time it won't be as simple as locking you up for three days." The prison guard opened the door of the cell and pushed Jiang Yongbiao in.
"Report! I want to report it. I was coerced into turning myself in and taking the blame. The person who actually poisoned the bread was Zhong Yuanbing, the general manager of Guangyuan Cannery. He was the one who threatened me into taking the blame!"
Jiang Yongbiao staggered after being pushed. After entering the cell, he suddenly turned around and shouted loudly to the guard outside the door.
"You want to report it?" The supervisor looked unfriendly when he heard that.
"I want to report it! I was coerced into taking the blame for someone else! The person who coerced me is still at large, and I can testify." Jiang Yongbiao shouted hurriedly.
The guard glared at Jiang Yongbiao and said, "Think carefully! You will have to bear the consequences of making a false or malicious report. You might even have to pay a heavier sentence. Don't make things difficult for yourself!"
"What I said is true, Supervisor Wang, please help me. I beg you to help me."
Seeing Jiang Yongbiao acting like this, he didn't seem to be crazy or making random accusations.
Supervisor Wang thought for a moment, then said to Jiang Yongbiao, "Wait, I'll get you a pen and paper. Write down what you want to report and hand it in."
"Thank you! Thank you, Supervisor Wang!" Jiang Yongbiao was overjoyed and thanked the supervisor outside the door repeatedly.
After locking the cell door, the guard surnamed Wang turned around and left.
However, after Supervisor Wang left, he did not come back for a long time.
Jiang Yongbiao stayed in the cell, waiting anxiously, and every minute and every second seemed like a year.
It was not until dinner time in the evening that Jiang Yongbiao saw Supervisor Wang again, and received paper and pen from him.
However, after getting the paper and pen, Jiang Yongbiao encountered new difficulties.
He didn't even finish three years of primary school and can recognize very few words. Now asking him to write such a long report is simply forcing him to do something he is not prepared for.
Jiang Yongbiao held the pen and tried for a long time but couldn't write ten words.
"What's wrong with you? I've given you paper and pen, why don't you write anymore?" Supervisor Wang stood aside and looked at Jiang Yongbiao.
"I...I can't recognize a few words and can't write." Jiang Yongbiao twitched his face and looked at Wang Guan with a pleading look: "Wang Guan, can you help me write?"
"Are you kidding me? How can I help you write something like this?" Supervisor Wang's face suddenly fell again.
"Master Wang, please help me. I really have no other choice." Jiang Yongbiao had no other choice but to beg humbly.
Guard Wang pondered for a moment, then turned and shouted to a prisoner sitting at a nearby table, "1326! Come here."
"Yes!"
The prisoner with the number 1326 printed on his uniform stood at attention and then trotted over to Supervisor Wang.
"He can't read, so you help him write."
"Yes."
Jiang Yongbiao orally narrated the contents of the report and, with the help of 1326, finally wrote a report letter.
Then he handed it over to the supervisor Wang.
"Go back and wait. I'll let you know when there's news."
"Thank you for your discipline, Wang."
Jiang Yongbiao is now imprisoned and bears a deep blood feud. Now all his hopes are on this letter of accusation. He bowed deeply to Supervisor Wang.
"Hurry up and eat, there are still 5 minutes left."
After dinner, all the prisoners returned to their cells. News was broadcast on the radio, allowing everyone to understand the changes in the outside world and promote the prisoners' reform.
Supervisor Wang took the letter of complaint and handed it directly to the prison office and handed it to the office director.