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"Yes!" Liu Dong nodded. "I just tested it, the picture and sound are both correct, there are no problems at all."

"Alright!" Deputy Factory Director Li stood up, his tone noticeably different. "Xiao Liu, I misunderstood you before and criticized you without understanding the situation. I apologize. Don't worry, the organization will definitely handle Xu Fugui's matter!"

"It's alright, I understand that the leader is busy with work." Liu Dong waved his hand.

At this point, Yang Hongbing finally spoke up: "This incident has exposed serious problems with Comrade Xu Fugui's ideology and work style. He is no longer suitable to be in charge of propaganda work."

He paused, then added, "Furthermore, he framed his colleague without cause, and this must be dealt with seriously."

"I discussed it with the team members and we initially decided to send him to the workshop for labor reform for no less than six months."

"Xiao Liu, you're the person involved. Tell me, what do you think is the appropriate way to handle this?"

Director Yang spoke gently, like an elder asking a child for their opinion.

Liu Dong hesitated for two seconds and said, "I think it's okay, let's do it the way the leader decided."

"Okay!" Yang Hongbing made the final decision. "If you have no objections, it's settled then."

He added, "Also, Xu Fugui is no longer a projectionist. Since you know how to do it, you'll be the one to project this film from now on."

"If you encounter something you don't understand, go to the publicity department of the main factory for help. Practice more often and don't be afraid of trouble."

"Alright!" Liu Dong straightened his back. "Don't worry, sir, I'll definitely complete the task well!"

"Rat-a-tat-tat—"

Half an hour later, the official document was printed.

Holding the documents, Liu Dong walked up to the broadcasting station as required by the factory.

"Good afternoon, leaders and colleagues. This is Liu Dong, broadcaster from the Publicity Department. I will now be broadcasting a notice—"

"Xu Fugui, former projectionist and propagandist of the steel rolling mill's propaganda department, fabricated facts and framed his colleagues, demonstrating a serious decline in his ideological awareness. After deliberation by the factory leadership, the following disciplinary action has been taken:"

"First, his position as a propagandist is hereby revoked, and he is no longer to participate in any ideological education-related work at the factory, effective immediately!"

"Secondly, they will be transferred to the production workshop for labor reform, with a period of no less than six months!"

"Third, within three days, make a public self-criticism at a factory-wide employee meeting and apologize to Comrade Liu Dong in person!"

It was exactly 4 p.m.

Liu Dong arrived at the square on time, completed the final check, and got ready to start filming.

Today's film is "Dragon Beard Ditch".

When the screen lit up and the machine hummed, Liu Dong, though his movements were a little clumsy, completed the steps flawlessly, and Xu Fugui, sitting below, turned green with rage.

The little axe on his forehead suddenly popped out again.

bang bang bang...

This time, a total of eight axes hung above his head, so heavy they almost crushed him.

Once the movie was over, the first day's tasks were complete.

As the workers gradually went home, Liu Dong still had to pack up the equipment.

Just as I was busy, Xu Fugui came over eagerly.

"Liu Dong..."

His face was beaming with smiles, and his voice was sickeningly sweet: "I was wrong about what happened today. I shouldn't have made unfounded assumptions about you. I apologize. To be honest, I really thought you were the one who broke the lightbox..."

As he spoke, he even helped tidy up the wires and brackets.

"Hey Liu, are you free tonight? I'd like to treat you to dinner, let's get together!"

"Please forgive me, okay? From now on, we can still be good colleagues and work together as one!"

"I accept this reformation; I deserved to suffer. I don't hate you at all, really!"

He kept showering people with compliments, his mouth never stopping.

Liu Dong raised his head, glanced at the eight gleaming little axes on Xu Fugui's head, and smiled slightly: You don't hate me? Then why are you hanging so many axes on your head?

"Uncle Xu, what are you saying?" He shook his head with a smile. "How can I blame you? I know you were confused for a moment. This matter... never mind, I forgive you."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Xu Fugui's face immediately lit up with a smile. "Then I'll bring Da Mao along tomorrow. He can work for the factory for free and help you with the projection. What do you think?"

His eyes were eager, as if he was waiting to be accepted.

Liu Dong smiled.

So she was paving the way for her son.

He knew his life was basically over. After this mess, he would be lucky if he could just peacefully run a projection room from now on.

There's no other way but to earn some money for the child's future.

Liu Dong waved his hand, saying, "I really don't know about this. You'll have to talk to Director Yang and the others!"

The items were moved into the warehouse, and the door was locked.

At this moment, Xu Fugui also left.

Liu Dong put away the keys, then casually pulled out a piece of paper and began to do something sneaky.

To hell with Xu Fugui! If you hadn't bothered me, I would have forgotten about this whole thing; but the moment you showed your face, all those pent-up frustrations came flooding back.

Since I'm free anyway, I might as well curse him first.

Write the name down, add a few harsh words, pour some liquor, and set it on fire.

Liu Dong didn't care whether that guy would get his comeuppance or not. After finishing up, he went downstairs, got on his bicycle, and sped away.

Most of the workers had left by now.

Jingle Bell!

Liu Dong pedaled his bike forward.

Not far from the steel rolling mill, I bumped into Lao Jia.

Old Jia was walking home with Liu Haizhong, Yi Zhonghai, and He Daqing.

He Daqing had a patch of blisters on his head that looked gruesome; just looking at it made you feel excruciating pain.

"Hey... Uncle He, did a dog chew your clothes? What happened to you?" Liu Dong deliberately gripped the brake, glanced at He Daqing sideways, and continued to be sarcastic.

"What...what do you mean by that?" He Daqing immediately flew into a rage.

"But that's fine too!" he added, "I can use your car to take me to the clinic up ahead; I need to put some medicine on my head!"

Liu Dong completely ignored this remark and instead asked, "Did you hear that Xu Fugui was struck by lightning more than forty times today?"

"I did listen!" He Daqing's eyelids twitched suddenly.

Liu Dong sneered, "Uncle He, heaven is watching what you do wrong, and you'll have to pay for it sooner or later. Do you think he did something wicked? Could it be that he skimped on the portion size when serving food, giving people two spoonfuls less meat?"

"This kind of thing is a death sentence, enough to send you to the deepest hell!"

Ring ring—

Before He Daqing could reply, Liu Dong pushed off with his foot and rode away on his bicycle.

"You..." He Daqing stomped his feet in anger, wanting to curse but unable to catch up with the person.

"You bastard..."

"You call me heartless? When did I ever...?"

Halfway through his sentence, a sudden thought struck him: Oh no, it seems I really did leave that kid without a meat dish at lunch.

snort!

You wait!

I'll give you less tomorrow, I'll make you pay!

"So arrogant..." Yi Zhonghai muttered as he watched Liu Dongyuan's departing figure. "He has a beat-up bicycle, and he thinks he's all high and mighty."

"Tch." Old Jia retorted, "What's there to envy? Zhonghai, it's just a car, what's the big deal?"

"Just you wait and see. My salary has increased, and in three months, at most three months, I'll have enough savings to buy a car!"