MMB Chapter 1454 What the hell is your name again?
Chapter 1454 What the hell is your name again?
Chapter 1454 What the hell is your name again?
"I don't want to go to the steel city."
"So you want to go to the No. 1 Factory in Xinjing?"
Wang Zongcheng from the Human Resources Planning Department had heard this phrase so many times he was sick of it; too many people had said it.
Once September was over, Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill launched the job selection process—a two-way selection process for workers—under the order of Li Huaide, the group's general manager.
It means exactly what it says: jobs select workers, and workers select jobs, like a forced marriage.
Good positions naturally attract a lot of competition, just like a good girl is sought after by many families.
Conversely, good workers also aspire to good positions, such as senior technicians.
Workers choose positions, positions assess workers, and those who are suitable are added to the list and their personnel records are transferred.
Although there are still two months before the official relocation of Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill, it does not prevent the human resources department from doing its work in advance.
The login list and the transfer of personnel records mean that the worker who was hired for the position has obtained a train or boat ticket to the steel city two months later.
What should workers who are not accepted for a job do?
It's simple: continue competing for other positions, or try your luck at the recruitment offices of other branch factories.
On the first floor of the west annex, all the offices have been emptied. Some staff members have either been relocated to other branches or moved to the new office building ahead of time.
As early as a week ago, the group's various industrial enterprises, branches, service companies and other units had already gone there to prepare for the resettlement of employees.
This certainly includes steel rolling mills in steel cities, and rolling mill workers' first choice is also rolling mill positions.
What's unusual is that the No. 1 Factory in Beijing was also given an office for registration and recruitment.
Starting this week, a long row of tables has been set up along the roadside at the main entrance of the factory's office area; these are the registration windows for employees to choose their positions.
Starting from Tuesday, a list of successful job applicants has been posted on the bulletin board at the entrance of the office area every morning.
Those whose names are not on the list naturally know they have failed and can only cheer themselves up and continue to choose other positions.
It's not that the group is deliberately making things difficult for the employees of these steel rolling mills, nor is it that Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill wants to get rid of these burdens. Doing so really aligns with the people-oriented distribution principle.
Everyone has the opportunity to choose a position they are good at and like, as long as they have the ability.
Fairness, fairness, and more fairness.
In the past few days, I've seen quite a few workshop foremen huddled together, keeping an eye on their own skilled workers while also eyeing the senior workers in other people's hands.
This relocation of Hongxing Factory to the steel city marks a crucial period for a major reshuffle of frontline workers.
They are all grassroots managers; whoever gets more senior technician positions will be better able to complete the workshop's tasks in the future.
But the reality is that there are too many wolves and not enough meat.
Some workers at the steel rolling mill in Gangcheng have already returned to their posts; these are outstanding employees who were mobilized in the early stages.
They don't need to participate in the job fair. More than a year ago, encouraged and persuaded by the personnel department, these young people left their hometowns without hesitation and went to the steel city in Northeast China to become pioneers. It's only right that they receive preferential policies.
The Gangcheng Steel Rolling Mill started construction two years ago, and at that time there was a shortage of people. Workers from the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill were required to give up their jobs in Beijing and go to the Northeast.
Who would willingly leave their hometown and abandon their family and business? Even after mobilization, there was no effect.
After discussing it, the leaders decided to call on the youth commando team to take the lead and volunteer to reclaim the land.
It was called land reclamation, but there was actually no land to cultivate. There was no land around the metallurgical plant for them to farm.
Moving machinery, supporting construction sites, performing security duties, learning technical skills...
The first group of young people to go to the steel city felt the strongest sense of belonging to the new factory area and were the most entrepreneurial.
Few veteran comrades hindered them; their passion remained undiminished, and they were wholeheartedly dedicated to the cause, finally completing the construction of the steel rolling mill in Gangcheng three months ahead of schedule.
We are currently in the stage of mechanical equipment debugging and trial production in preparation for the official start of construction in November.
It can be said that on the day the Beijing Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill shut down its furnace, the Steel City Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill had already started production and would definitely not have delayed its production tasks.
Through technological transformation and equipment upgrades, Gangcheng Steel Rolling Mill has become more focused and professional.
However, the cost was reducing the original 40,000 employees to 8,500.
The elimination of the three-shift system and the removal of some industrial facilities, while giving the new steel rolling mill the wings of automation and electrification, also blocked the path for some employees.
They are all comrades; we can't block their path. We still need to solve their resettlement problem.
On September 17, Li Xuewu, on behalf of Hongxing Steel Group, met with the heads of Jingcheng Industry and Xinjing No. 9 Plant to have in-depth discussions on employee arrangements.
At the request of Li Huaide and the management committee, he proposed to Beijing Industrial and Xinjing No. 1 Factory to prepare to receive at least 25,000 people.
Hongxing Steel Group isn't unable to afford to support these people; rather, there are no positions available for them to choose from.
Starting from September 15th, the application forms submitted one after another showed that a large number of employees were unwilling to leave Beijing to work in the steel city.
This is what was mentioned earlier: some people were willing to go to the steel city with the factory, so they competed for positions at the steel rolling mill in the steel city.
What can those who don't want to go to the steel city do? They can only compete for the resettlement positions offered by the group.
They come from all kinds of organizations, but the construction companies and mining companies have the most.
Why are so many workers forced to choose construction companies and mining companies over going to the steel city?
The positions at the construction company are characterized by mobility, and the construction sites are very likely not located in Beijing.
Mining companies are even more so, with their work locations often fixed in the mountains or in mines.
However, both companies share a common characteristic: their headquarters are located in Beijing.
For this reason alone, many workers feel that their roots are still in Beijing, rather than that they have left their hometowns.
This also reveals a sense of helplessness; who would want to do manual labor if they could do a job they are familiar with?
It's easier to switch from a factory worker to a construction worker, but switching back is extremely difficult.
Of the existing 40,000 employees, 15,000 were originally planned to be transferred to Xinjing No. 1 Factory.
The number of employees has increased by a full 10,000 compared to the original plan; these are the employees who are unwilling to leave Beijing.
Steel City Rolling Mill only wanted 8,500. After a morning of negotiations, which could even be described as a fierce battle, Li Xuewu finally managed to negotiate the personnel quota with Beijing Industry and Xinjing No. 1 Factory.
Twenty-five thousand. The No. 1 Factory in Xinjing will take as much as it can, and the rest will be coordinated by the Beijing Industrial Park.
When Hongxing Factory merged with 16 companies around Liangmahe, it was stated that some employees of these 16 companies would not be allowed to transfer their personnel records to Hongxing Factory.
Three years have passed. The workers whose personnel records were originally registered in the industrial system, and who were directly transferred to Xinjing No. 1 Factory after its establishment, were almost all given to Xinjing No. 1 Factory by Hongxing Steel Group.
Workers who were temporarily transferred to other units at that time and had no personnel records were also transferred this time.
Li Huaide made it clear at the personnel meeting that there was no need to complain about the difficulty in finding talent; once the vocational and technical college opened, outstanding talents would be continuously supplied to the group.
These trained key personnel are needed by various departments and workshops, but Xinjing No. 1 Factory also needs them.
Therefore, what belongs to others must be returned to them. For example, Bai Changshan, the deputy manager of the Comprehensive Management Department, is affiliated with the Xinjing No. 1 Factory.
Hongxing Steel Group cleared out the secondment relationships, and he went to work at Xinjing No. 1 Factory along with those workers.
The purpose is to enrich and support the construction of the new Beijing No. 1 Plant, and also to clear out positions within the group to make room for some employees.
The decision by Beijing Industrial and Xinjing No. 1 Factory to take in an additional 10,000 employees was not a free favor.
First, Hongxing Steel Group must ensure that this year's steel rolling production plan is completed.
Secondly, Hongxing Steel Group must guarantee that it will help Xinjing No. 1 Plant improve and upgrade its production capacity over the next three years, so as to reach 85% of the existing production plan targets of the steel rolling mill. The shortfall will need to be supplemented by Gangcheng Steel Rolling Mill.
Then, Hongxing Steel Group needs to ensure that the 25,000 employees transferred this time enjoy the group's basic welfare benefits until the end of the year.
Finally, Hongxing Steel Group needs to sign a framework cooperation agreement with Xinjing No. 1 Plant to provide high-quality steel and opportunities for the development of tertiary industries.
It could be said that Li Xuewu was seething with anger over the situation of these 10,000 workers who were unwilling to change jobs. For the first time, he was forced to sign this agreement, which left him feeling both helpless and heartbroken.
Unfortunately, so many workers are willing to work in Beijing, but Hongxing Steel Group cannot provide suitable positions in Beijing, whether in industrial or public service sectors.
They could only grit their teeth and let Beijing Industry and New Beijing No. 1 Factory take advantage of their misfortune.
They had been holding onto the funds, but they had no choice but to hand over the last allocation that hadn't been given to Beijing's industries.
He did so much, but did those employees even appreciate it?
Stop messing around, it's good enough that you're not cursing at him.
Reporters from the United Industries Daily and radio station wanted to interview him, but Li Xuewu entered the office building with a silent face. How could he possibly accept an interview?
Yes, that's right. Those workers who didn't want to go to the steel city and wanted to stay in Beijing to continue working in steel rolling mills got what they wanted and no longer have to face the pressure of job selection.
However, they also lost their status as formal employees of Hongxing Steel Group.
In Dongcheng, in the Liangmahe Industrial Zone, only the formal employees of Hongxing Steel Group truly understand how valuable their status is.
Without a work permit, can you buy daily necessities without coupons using the food ration book issued by the company?
Without a work permit, can your children enjoy joint education programs and have access to factory jobs?
Without a work permit, can you still enjoy the welfare benefits of the United Hospital?
The answer is obvious. Although Li Xuewu also mentioned the group's general manager Li Huaide's guarantee at the symposium that the group would not let its comrades down in terms of education and medical care, even if they are no longer colleagues in the future, no one can erase or forget their contributions to Hongxing Steel Group.
However, how many people will believe the assurances made by leaders during such a period?
Why was Li Xuewu chosen to say these things? Why wasn't it Li Huaide who said them?
Because if Li Xuewu speaks out, people will listen to him and believe him; but if Old Li comes...
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"The employee selection process needs to be done more meticulously."
Li Xuewu put his notebook aside and waved to Liu Bin, who was serving him tea, that he didn't need to bother.
"Our strength alone is far from enough. Can we think of a way to mobilize joint units?"
"You mean..." Li Huaide asked thoughtfully, "Organize industrial enterprises in Beijing to come to our factory to select personnel?"
He frowned slightly, looking concerned, and said, "Won't this cause people to gossip?"
"Yes, definitely." Li Xuewu picked up his teacup and took a sip. Seeing Old Li frowning, he still said seriously, "No matter what you do, there will always be people who gossip and criticize."
Seeing Li Xuewu say this, Li Huaide gradually relaxed his brow and nodded in understanding.
“If we organize joint units to come to the factory to select people, people will say that we are ‘selling people’.”
Li Xuewu bluntly expressed Lao Li's concerns and feelings: "These are all I can think of, but there are definitely more vicious words waiting for me."
“That’s right.” Li Huaide nodded, his face showing a hint of helplessness as he said, “The report on organizational and personnel changes was published a year and a half ago, but even today, some people still don’t believe it.”
"This is the complex side of the human heart."
Li Xuewu frankly stated, "It's impossible for us to achieve perfection and satisfy everyone."
"How could I dare to even think about it—"
Li Huaide smiled wryly and gestured towards the window, saying, "I can hear people cursing and insulting me."
"That's normal; some people criticize me too."
Li Xuewu is lying through his teeth. Who would dare to criticize him? Isn't he afraid someone will knock on his window in the middle of the night?
He was just trying to comfort Old Li, to warn him that his diabetes might metastasize to rheumatic heart disease, which would be terrible.
This shield is exactly what we need. Even if he has terminal diabetes, Li Xuewu will make him work himself to the bone until he dies, so that he can get through this period.
Old Li felt a warmth in his heart when he saw Li Xuewu's unwavering support. It's so good to have you.
How should we negotiate with the participating organizations?
He took a small medicine bottle from the drawer, poured out a few pills, and put them in his mouth.
"You should coordinate this with the HR department."
As he said this, Old Li picked up his teacup and took a big gulp, then swallowed the pill with difficulty.
If he keeps eating like this, Old Li is going to be in deep trouble!
"I have to go back to Steel City tomorrow." Li Xuewu glanced at him and reminded him, "The matter of Blast Furnace No. 4 needs to be resolved."
"Alas, times have changed."
Li Huaide said with emotion, "Not to mention when I first joined the revolution, even after I arrived at the industrial enterprises in Beijing, which enterprise didn't have casualties?"
After saying that, he shook his head and looked at Li Xuewu, saying, "It really was only after you took charge of the factory's safety production work that the number of production accidents and other accidents in our unit came down."
"It's what the times demanded. I didn't do anything, but my comrades still supported me."
Li Xuewu habitually said modestly, "Give the Supervision Department a few more of this year's outstanding cadre quotas."
"What's wrong? Zhou Zechuan complained to you?"
Li Huaide frowned impatiently, put down his teacup, and said, "He is truly outstanding."
"I heard it from someone else."
Li Xuewu waved his hand dismissively and said, "It's a very normal demand. If we don't support their pursuit of honor, are we going to encourage them to pursue profit?"
"You always have something to say—"
Li Huaide smiled, letting go of his grudge, and changed the subject.
Actually, the problem in Lao Li's heart wasn't Zhou Zechuan, but the person behind Zhou Zechuan.
If Zhou Zechuan came with a schoolbag, then Su Weide, who was walking beside him and constantly stuffing bricks into Zhou Zechuan's schoolbag, was definitely not a good person.
When Li Xuewu was working at the group, Li Huaide always felt like he had a thorn in his side. But after Li Xuewu took office in Liaodong, he felt isolated and helpless.
Dong Wenxue still supported him, but he couldn't provide him with absolutely reliable information or decision-making advice.
When Li Xuewu was in charge, all documents in the group had to go through his hands, while he only needed to look at Li Xuewu's comments and instructions.
This tacit understanding, cultivated over many years, is enough for Li Huaide to place a certain degree of trust in him.
The transfer of Chen Shouzhi to work at the group was arranged by the higher-ups and was also his decision.
Chen Shuzhi has some of the work ethic that Li Xuewu possesses, and she also demonstrates a certain level of competence.
It's just that comparing people is exhausting, and comparing goods is disastrous.
Chen Shuzhi, who was seen as highly capable and insightful in the ministry, suddenly became low-key after joining the group.
In Li Huaide's view, he was just pretending to be stupid and hiding his true abilities.
why?
It was because Chen Shuzhi went to Liaodong to meet Li Xuewu after taking office, and then they participated in the test flight activities together, that he matured?
Stop joking around. This Chen Shuzhi is a huge disappointment to him. He's either scared or stumped by Li Xuewu.
Even without the Steel City trip, Li Huaide had some reservations about Chen Shuzhi's performance.
What he wanted was a secretary-general who could offer him advice, not a group leader.
Chen Shuzhi seemed to lack a thorough understanding of the job, even though he had already spoken with the other party several times.
Everything that needed to be said had been said, and all the encouragement that needed to be given had been given, but Chen Shouzhi was just like a donkey.
What's wrong with people born in the Year of the Donkey?
A donkey won't move if you lead it, and it will back away if you hit it.
The advice he received was rigid and inflexible, offering no reference value whatsoever, which made him miss Li Xuewu's kindness even more.
"Please expedite the matter concerning the steel city."
Li Huaide thought for a moment, looked out the window and said, "The group's work still needs your participation."
"It hasn't even been a year yet—"
Li Xuewu chuckled and reminded him, "You should let me work here for at least five years before we talk about it."
"Five years? You wish."
Li Huaide chuckled and sat up straight, looking at him and saying, "I don't have five years to give you. If you don't come back soon, you won't be able to come back at all."
"Actually, Liaodong is not too bad."
Li Xuewu deliberately teased Ke Ke, saying with a smile, "This place is rich in natural resources and talented people, and deserves in-depth development."
"You've become addicted to staying here?"
Li Huaide chuckled and asked, "Is it that girl you're dreaming about in the Northeast?"
Are you referring to that piece of land?
Li Xuewu raised his eyebrows and said, "That black soil truly haunts my dreams."
"Okay, that's quite poetic."
Li Huaide, too lazy to argue any further, nodded seriously and said, "There are a few meetings you need to attend at the end of the year. I've thought about the summary of the Three-Year Plan, and I've decided to let you write it."
He moved the documents in front of him aside and pushed a thick file bag in front of Li Xuewu.
"The summary of the past three years is also a plan and outlook for the next three years."
"I'm also in charge of drafting the new Three-Year Plan?" Li Xuewu frowned slightly and said, "The timeframe is probably very tight."
"Put the work in the steel city on hold for now."
Li Huaide raised his head slightly and said casually, "I didn't send you to the steel city to be a factory manager. Don't try to control everything."
"Give up now?" Li Xuewu raised an eyebrow slightly. "You mean to establish an industrial corporation?"
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"Are you sure this is here?"
Banggeng glanced back at Ergaizi, then took a few more steps forward; that was the location of the dock.
They spent the afternoon wandering around Niuzhuang in Yingcheng, and then strolled along the beach in the evening.
In Banggeng's view, Ergaizi's task today was simply to take him for a stroll, without any specific purpose.
He even began to suspect that Ergaizi had only brought him along to slack off.
"Who exactly did you find out about?"
Bang Geng isn't a reckless, brainless youth; his growth experiences over the past two years have indeed influenced him.
If we give him a few more years...
Do you know Xi Yongzhong?
Ergazi tilted his head and looked at the afterglow of the setting sun. Under the red light reflected from the sea, he realized that this kid actually had a round face.
He still has the nerve to criticize others; he's got quite a smug face.
Bang Geng didn't expect that instead of getting an answer to his question, he would be asked a question by the other party.
"I know Xi Yongzhong."
He squatted on a large rock by the sea and looked at Ergaizi, saying, "We lived in the same courtyard for several years."
"Oh, so that's it."
Erga Zi somewhat understood why Bang Geng was coming, or rather, why it was possible to arrange for Bang Geng to come.
"I answered your question, but you haven't answered mine yet—"
Bang Geng spoke up to remind them, "I didn't come here to watch you laugh; I came here to help."
"You're helping us by just taking a leisurely stroll now."
Ergazi glanced at Banggeng with a flickering look in his eyes, then couldn't help but look at the person not far away.
The beach is indeed a great place to whisper secrets; if you're too far away, you really can't hear anything.
He spoke softly, and coincidentally, a large wave crashed onto the rock beneath Banggeng's feet, so he only caught half of what he said.
"I think something must have happened to him."
Banggeng frowned and muttered, "Although I haven't spoken to him many times, I can tell that he is very honest and upright. Of the thirteen people living in the courtyard, he is the only one who has never caused trouble for me."
"He shouldn't be alone in Fengcheng."
As if he had thought of something, Banggeng pouted and said, "If something happens, we won't be able to find them."
Erga frowned slightly and reminded him, "Sun Yongli and Che Yonghua are also here."
"Sixth Brother and Tenth Brother?" Banggeng stared in surprise, asking, "Where did they go?"
"Stalking, you understand?"
Erga explained to him, "Our work is very tedious, even boring."
"They came with cold faces, looking down on everyone. I was really afraid they might pull out a knife in a fit of anger."
Like me?
Banggeng chuckled and patted the scraper at his waist, saying, "I learned a few tricks from my master, and this thing is my only insurance."
"If I really wanted to mess with you, even if you had explosives on your waist, there would be nothing I could do. You'd better put that little thing away."
Ergazi advised, "We are all upright people, and we do upright things. We don't make mistakes."
"You? You call yourself a decent person?"
Banggeng said jokingly, "I just saw you spacing out. Were you looking at that girl over there?"
"What kind of girl is she? She could be my mother!"
Erga rolled his eyes, turned his head and said, "I'm on a secret mission."
"hehe--"
Banggeng chuckled and said, "Isn't your task to show me around?"
"Also responsible for other tasks."
Erga looked at Banggeng and asked curiously, "Did you grow up in the hutongs of Beijing?"
"Otherwise what?" Banggeng asked arrogantly, "Doesn't it look like it?"
"No, you look nothing like Zhou Changli. You're obviously still young."
“You’re the youngest—” Banggeng said with dissatisfaction, “I’m already fourteen. It’s a bit late for me to start out now.”
He said with considerable regret, "If it were four or five years ago, I might be your boss."
"Don't even mention four or five years ago, you weren't my boss even ten years ago."
Erga smirked and looked at him with a wicked grin, asking, "Do you know what I used to do?"
"What are you doing? Kidnapping me?"
Bang Geng is reckless, young and arrogant, and never speaks sweet words.
He guessed casually, but to his surprise, Ergaizi just looked at him and smiled without saying a word.
"You really are good at this!"
Banggeng said with slight surprise, "This is truly the first time I've ever seen a living bandit."
"So all the kids in Beijing are so good at talking—" Erga asked with a chuckle, "Haven't you ever been beaten before?"
"Who hit me?" Banggeng was slightly taken aback, then looked at him suspiciously and asked, "Why are you smiling so slyly?"
"It looks like the fish has taken the bait."
Ergaizi stared intently at him, but his peripheral vision kept darting left and right.
Banggeng looked somewhat surprised, as if he was quite astonished that the fat man had found his target.
"Don't look around, pretend you don't know anything."
Ergaizi muttered a reminder to Banggeng, but his expression remained gentle and pleasant.
"Where are the fish? I can't see them."
Just as the other party had instructed, Bang Geng only looked at him while he spoke, not daring to make any move.
Actually, this is also very dangerous for him. If the other person looks closely, they will definitely be able to see the stiffness of the stick.
This is just a newbie!
Ergazi increasingly despised Banggeng, thinking he was just bait sent by the organization.
"Now turn around slowly and naturally, look at the sea first, don't look back."
He whispered a reminder: "Don't scare them away."
"I know where he is!"
Banggeng muttered a dissatisfied remark, then leaned on the railing and looked out at the sea.
How did that poem describe this scenery? What color? What was flying around?
"Is that person on the left or the right? Hmm?"
Banggeng stood by the railing for a long time without hearing any sound behind him, so he frowned and asked, "How much longer do I have to hold on?"
There were no other sounds besides the sound of waves and birdsong.
As if sensing something, Banggeng suddenly turned around, only to find that the fat man who had taken him on the trip that afternoon had disappeared!
Yes, it wasn't just that big fat man; at this time, the sky gradually darkened, and the number of people on the beach decreased, becoming increasingly sparse.
Bang Geng's face turned pale instantly. He was still wondering to himself if he had been tricked.
"Big Fatty—Big Fatty!"
He first called out softly, and when no one responded, he roared a few times.
Aside from eliciting a few mocking cries from the seagulls, there was no other response.
"Your uncle's——"
Banggeng panicked and timidly took the scraper off his waist and held it in his hand.
He was scared. He was in a completely unfamiliar place and hadn't even had a chance to tell who was good and who was bad.
It's obvious that the fat guy who took him around was the bad guy!
Everyone was busy keeping watch, but he insisted on spending the whole afternoon wandering around, and then he took him to such a remote place.
Damn it! I have to go back!
Banggeng was furious; if he ever saw the other guy again, he was determined to stab him a couple of times.
Just now, as he stood on the big rock by the sea, he wondered if Xi Yongzhong, like him, had been deceived by an acquaintance and had voluntarily given up his vigilance and caution.
Being ambushed by the enemy is one thing, but what if you're outmaneuvered by your own people...
Damn it, something's definitely not right!
Bang Geng suddenly stopped in his tracks. In the lingering glow of the setting sun, he watched as a figure flashed out in front of him and then disappeared.
Could it be that we've encountered a ghost wall?
No way! This is the seaside. What kind of monster would dare to build a wall here? They'd be washed away!
If it's not a ghost, then it must be a person.
He gripped the scraper in his hand, trying to calm himself down, and took small steps backward.
Seeing no one ahead, he suddenly turned around and ran quickly toward the town with lights on.
"Damn it! Don't let him get away!"
Suddenly, a deliberately hushed voice came from behind, and Bang Geng felt a sudden panic.
Yes, it must be a conspiracy against him. There must be bad guys in Green or Green's gang.
He came to check on the situation on behalf of Uncle Wu, and also to learn and practice along the way.
As a result, he began to wonder if he had heard something he shouldn't have heard or seen something he shouldn't have seen.
He wasn't thinking these things out of cowardice, but out of revenge; he had to fight the other party.
Of course, not now.
Now he's like a stray dog being chased, and he also has to be wary of ambushes ahead.
Therefore, you cannot run in a straight line, and you must not let the other party see your intentions.
The past six months of training in the steel city have finally come in handy. The voices coming from behind grew louder and angrier, showing just how fast he was running.
His muscles and bones were already well-developed, and with the added advantage of being chased by a dog, how could he not run fast?
Who would have thought that Uncle Wu's actions of running around for more than half a year were actually the ultimate move to save his life?
You outnumber me, so I'll just run away. If you want to deal with me, you'll have to catch me first.
It wasn't just the six months or so he spent training in the steel city that gave him the ability to escape today, but also the nearly two years he spent getting up early to catch fish by the lake.
He was already used to running in the mud; he couldn't explain it, but he could run fast.
What drove his pursuers to despair was that this chubby boy, who looked like a pig, could run so fast and move swiftly across sandy and muddy ground. Could he be the disciple of Grasshopper—Grass Mud Horse Hero?
"If you run again, I'll shoot!"
"Fuck you—"
Bang Geng continued running without looking back, and even began to try to recall the anti-tracking techniques that Uncle Wu had taught him under the cover of night.
These were all techniques that Li Xuewu used when explaining the contents of those books to him in his spare time, and he never expected that he would use them today.
Dodging bullets is impossible, and stopping is even more crucial at this point; stopping is tantamount to surrendering.
Xi Yongzhong's fate will be the same as his; he might not even be left with a whole corpse.
Run, run as fast as you can, run forward with all your might.
Just as he was about to run into the main road, the door of the house with the lights on, which he had been watching, suddenly opened.
"What the hell -"
Bang Geng was about to start cursing in anger when he saw the other party suddenly raise a long spear.
Holy crap! He'd seen this thing before!
It came from my maternal grandfather, Li Xuewu. This is called a sand gun, the kind that can shatter birds into tiny pieces.
Despite his chubby appearance, Erga Zi held the gun with surprising steadiness, resembling a mobile artillery platform.
He wanted to curse, and Bang Geng really wanted to give him a good scolding, for abandoning him.
But at that moment, he couldn't say anything.
Because there is a deep ditch between him and the main road, at least two meters deep.
"Jump in! Hurry!"
No sooner had Ergazi finished speaking than Banggeng, without even having time to ask any questions, slid into the ditch.
boom--
After a deafening roar, the whole world fell silent.
Is the other person an idiot? Seeing him raise his gun, they still chased after him. Weren't they just asking for death?
No, those guys who were chasing after the stick scattered like birds when they saw Ergaizi raise his gun, wanting to get as far away from here as possible.
But the stick stalker was faster and slid straight into the pit; they couldn't escape the sand.
It feels like you're being pricked by needles in your back, or like ten thousand needles are pricking you at the same time. How painful must that be?
A needle prick is nothing; running too slowly feels like getting punched, and you'll fall flat on your face.
"Still running! If you run again, we won't catch you alive!"
Before Ergazi's gunshots had even faded, a group of soldiers who had been lying in ambush suddenly appeared from the side.
Banggeng stood in waist-deep mud, craning his neck to look out. It was Ge Lin's voice.
He strode across the drainage ditch where the gang was located and chased after them in the direction they had come from.
Erga was still holding a shotgun, but Gelin was only carrying a dagger.
Others may not know what this thing is called, but the tough guys all know it well; kids in the alleys like to use this thing when they fight.
The baseball bat wasn't as effective as the first one; one hit might knock someone unconscious or even kill them.
"Get him! What are you still standing there for!"
Ergazi lost his shotgun and, as he strode over, saw Banggeng standing there dumbfounded like an eel, so he yelled at him.
But to his surprise, Bang Geng became even more confused. "What the hell did you say? Speak louder! I can't hear you!"
Well, either their ears were blocked with mud, or they were shaken by the gunshots.
Given Erga's physique, the sand gun he was holding shouldn't even be called a sand gun; it should be called a sand cannon.
Anyway, the stickleback can only see and can't hear anything anymore, which is why the whole world is quiet.
"I told you to stay here and wait for us to come back to you—"
Erga casually gave a brief instruction and then started chasing after the group.
"What the heck? What did you say?"
Bang Geng wanted to climb out of the ditch, but he was covered in mud, and it was still a lot of mud.
I can't climb up, I simply can't.
He wanted to chase after those people, but the two-meter-deep ditch trapped him inside, making him feel like a mudfish.
"Fuck your grandpa, you fatso!"
Banggeng squatted in the pool and thought about it carefully, then shouted up at the top, "What the hell is your name again?"
He wanted to curse, but he didn't know the fat man's name.
(End of this chapter)