Cui Liguo really doesn't like to engage in these things in the enterprise. He believes that this is all the same set of old state-owned enterprises, and we are a restructured enterprise, and we have taken off the coat of state-owned enterprises. Our enterprise depends on strength and development. Employees need to care about it, of course. The performance salary we pay to employees is the greatest concern for the lives of employees. This can be seen from the smiles on the faces of employees when they pay their salaries.

Cui Liguo regarded the trade union's behavior as engaging in charity. State-owned enterprises are willing to engage in charity, and we private enterprises do not engage in that. He believes that some charitable acts done by private enterprises are not only charity, but behind charity, they have their own purposes. Otherwise, it is the government and society that put pressure on enterprises.

Now, as long as Cui Liguo does not approve of something, Feng Zhaolin does not want to do it, whether it is right or wrong. Although Cui Liguo does not appreciate himself as much as Zhan Bicheng, the current Cui Liguo is the spokesperson for Zhan Bicheng and the stand-in for Zhan Bicheng. In terms of daily production and operation work, he can only stand with Cui Liguo. What Cui Liguo approves, he must boldly do, and what Cui Liguo does not oppose, he resolutely cannot do. All this is for the sake of their own future.

In the end, Yu Qingshui, as a person, went to visit Deng Gui's wife, who was recuperating at home. Yu Qingshui's visit made Lao Deng still very grateful and warm. However, his gratitude to Qing Shui did not extinguish the hatred for Feng Zhaolin in his heart.

Man is the most unpredictable animal, no one would have imagined that Lao Deng would have such a great hatred in his heart. Many people think that Lao Deng is numb from being punished, and he is not as excited as the last time. Now, when he goes to work, he stands on the edge of the wall like a statue, except to operate the equipment, and he doesn't move.

In the unit, he did not drink water or eat day after day, like a machine. If he didn't go to the toilet again, he would really be a sculpture.

In the end, the silent old Deng still took action. Because, when Feng Zhaolin came to the unit every night, he walked through the production line and always habitually went to the pump room to take a look. He just looked at it, said nothing, and then turned around and left.

It was this glance that pierced Lao Deng's heart like a needle. If it was just pain, he would continue to inject the juice of hatred into Lao Deng's body. Until one day, his heart is filled with hatred, and that hatred becomes an act.

On this day, Feng Zhaolin couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, and he panicked for no reason. His first hunch was that something might happen in the factory, so he came to the steel mill. When Lao Deng was pricked by the poisonous needle again, he still decided to act.

When Feng Zhaolin walked out of the pump room for more than ten minutes, he and another colleague said, "My stomach is not good, so it's convenient to go out." ”

The colleague nodded, said nothing, and looked down at his phone.

When Lao Deng walked out, Feng Zhaolin was gone. But, he knows the route he walks every day. So, he went from the dark place to the raw material warehouse that Feng Zhaolin was going to walk through last.

When he was on duty in the evening, he had already placed a hammer next to a pillar. When Old Deng arrived, the hammer was still there. With his gloved right hand, he gently picked up the hammer. For the first time, he felt that the hammer was very light and light, and he wondered if it was a hammer after all. He swung it vigorously, but it still felt very light.

Then he retreated into the shadow of a corner. At this moment, he felt extraordinarily calm, calm like he had never been. He thought that at this time, he would be very afraid, he would tremble, and he would not be able to lift the hammer.

But he felt that the hammer was getting lighter and lighter, as light as a piece of grass. He was even worried that the hammer would not hurt Feng Zhaolin's head, so he took a closer look at the hammer again, whether it was the hammer he had put there. That's right, it's still the hammer.

When Lao Deng heard footsteps in the distance, he still had a panic in his heart, an indescribable nervousness. The unhurried footsteps, as if every step was stepping on his heart. He felt a little difficult to breathe, because his heart was about to be trampled by the sound of footsteps.

When the figure just walked past Lao Deng's side, Lao Deng still walked out of the dark corner without hesitation, stood behind the figure, picked up the hammer, and only heard the sound of "snap", and the hammer slapped on the back of the figure's head without bias. The shadow didn't make a sound, and fell to the ground in an instant.

Lao Deng didn't look at the fallen figure, whether it was Feng Zhaolin or not, but threw away the hammer, turned around and walked back. Along the way, Lao Deng didn't meet anyone. When I got back to the pump room, I was still standing by the wall. Another colleague sat on a bench, squinting and recuperating.

Standing by the wall, Lao Deng's heart is like a high-speed spinning motor, and he can't be quiet. Thinking of the whole process, it was so simple, so smooth, and so smooth that he was not sure if everything just now was something he had done.

At this moment, Lao Deng regretted a little, regretting that he didn't take a look at that person's face, was it Feng Zhaolin? Did you hit the wrong person? Even, do you think your strength is too small, is he dead or not? Next, there was a panic in his heart, panic for no apparent reason.

When I was about to leave work in the morning, in the locker room, everyone spread the word that Feng Zhaolin was beaten to death last night. At this time, Lao Deng was sure that he had indeed not hit the wrong person last night. But he felt that Feng Zhaolin was so resistant, and he didn't use much strength, how could he be beaten to death.

Later, Chief Duan came over to inform everyone that after work, they should not go home, and after a while, the comrades of the criminal police team would come over to understand the situation with everyone. This arrangement, Lao Deng had already thought of it when he stood on the base of the wall last night, so he was not so nervous, but became very calm, never calm.

Even though there are a lot of waves churning in Lao Deng's heart, his surface is still as calm as ever. The usually indifferent face has long been accustomed to it. Even, no one would have thought that this thing was done by such an honest person.

In everyone's eyes, Lao Deng is a good person, a good person who can't do great things. He has neither the nature of hardship and hard work, nor the attitude of excellence, so he is destined to be a mediocre person, a person who will not achieve anything.

Lao Deng's biggest advantage is that he is very obedient, he does whatever the leader arranges, and never talks about conditions with the leader. Whether it is to do more or less, he has no complaints. It is precisely by virtue of such merits that the previous leaders gave him the honor of an advanced individual, which is also the highest honor in his life.

Although he doesn't like to talk, he will never refuse no matter who asks him to help or what, so no matter whether others regard him as his friend or not, his popularity is still very good.

The conversation with the criminal police that day was still very simple. It's to ask everyone what they were doing that night, and who can prove it to you. Then he asked, "At night, did you see any living people, and did you hear any sound?"

After the questioning of the comrades and the writing of the records, they all went home separately. Lao Deng was in the pump room all night, as his colleagues in the same class can attest. In the same way, he can prove it to his colleagues in the same class. So, they also went home like everyone else.

Back at home, the tight string finally relaxed a little. This relaxation makes me feel particularly tired. He wanted to cook for his wife in the hospital bed, but he didn't have the strength at all. When his wife saw him like this, she said, "You can sleep for a while!" I'm not hungry yet. ”

Lao Deng knew that he couldn't sleep, so he sat on his wife's bed and didn't say a word. My wife said distressedly: "I dragged you down, and when I die, you will be relaxed." ”

Lao Deng said: "Don't worry, I will die with you, and when you get there, someone will have to take care of you." ”

The wife said, "What? I'm still going to be sick over there, huh? Can you make me a little better? ”

Lao Deng said: "Even if you are not sick, you have to have someone to accompany you!" Otherwise, you don't know a few big characters, I'm afraid you'll get lost. ”

The wife said, "Then you don't care about our son?" ”

Lao Deng said: "It's okay, his grandparents will take care of him, our child is very upright, I believe he will grow up well." ”

Lao Deng knew that this dead person was not a trivial matter, and sooner or later he would have to find out. Even if fingerprints cannot be found at the scene, and everyone is the same labor protection shoes, it is difficult to find out the footprints. But there are so many people on the night shift in the factory, and the criminal police have the means of the criminal police, and they will find out sooner or later.

A week later, the criminal police investigated through various parties and still locked the suspect on him. When he was found again, before the criminal police could ask him, he said, "I'll tell you the details!" ”

Within a week, the case was solved.

Feng Zhaolin's death was a big surprise to many people in Feigushan Iron and Steel Group. In Feigang's more than 50-year history, nothing like this has ever happened. An ordinary employee beat a leader to death, how much hatred is this?

As a result, it has caused many people to think. However, everyone has their own cognition, and everyone has their own ideas. Most people believe that this has something to do with the restructuring. It is not that there is a problem with the restructuring of state-owned enterprises, but that there is a problem with some of the concepts that Zhanbei injected into the Feigang Group.

There are also those who are fair to say that there is a problem on both sides. Lao Deng has a mental problem, otherwise, how could he lean against the wall every day and say nothing. Moreover, I don't communicate with anyone, and my eyes are always straight and there is no god.

In addition, Director Feng is also too ruthless, a little thing, just like that. As the saying goes, do you have to forgive people and forgive people? Doesn't that force people to death?

Someone said: Director Feng is not like this before, isn't this forced by Cui Liguo?