Reborn as an 80s-aged woman, her unfilial son begs for forgiveness on his knees.

At this time, the atmosphere at the police station was also very strange.

Everyone knows that Wang Dabao and the Pan family were the ones who assaulted someone, and they should be detained.

But orders came from above, telling them to release the people.

There is a nationwide crackdown on crime right now, and Wang Dabao's case is extremely serious. In principle, he should be dealt with severely.

But Director Wang used his connections to call the office one after another, implying that he wanted to "make a big problem into a small one, and a small problem into nothing."

The director was caught in the middle, torn between two options. He smoked one cigarette after another, filling the office with smoke and a gloomy atmosphere.

He dared not disobey the "order" from above, but he was also afraid that if he released the man, it would incite public anger and cause even bigger trouble.

Yesterday, after returning from the hospital, Factory Director Wang immediately started making phone calls everywhere, trying to find connections.

He believed that he had been operating in this area for many years, had extensive connections and influence, and was also the factory manager of a large factory, so dealing with this "small matter" was a piece of cake.

He was also angry at his son's lack of ambition.

He was a slacker at the factory, spending all his time hanging out with a bunch of bad friends and causing trouble.

Now that he's made such a huge mess, he's finally realizing he needs to be careful.

But he's still my own son, I can't just stand by and watch him go to jail.

In the morning, he sent someone to the hospital to inquire about the condition of the three members of the Zhang family. Hearing that Li Wenjun was still in the intensive care unit, he felt a headache coming on.

The more severely the victim is injured, the harder it is to suppress the matter.

He scolded his son for being a troublemaker, but he had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue to ask around, pass on messages, and bribe people, hoping to suppress the matter. Even if it cost more money, it was better than his son going to jail.

He figured that as long as the Zhang family relented, accepted compensation, and signed a letter of understanding, the matter could be resolved peacefully.

As for how badly Li Wenjun was injured, as long as the money is right, why would they refuse?

But he didn't expect that the Zhang and Li families would be so stubborn. They blocked the factory gate early this morning and even gathered a group of people who didn't know the truth to cause trouble at the factory gate.

Factory Director Wang stood by the office window, looking down at the dense crowd below, his face ashen.

He dared not confront these brutes face to face.

If he gets beaten up too, where can he go to seek justice?

He planned to first have the police disperse the crowd, and then have the factory's security department guard the gate, making sure the group didn't break in.

Before noon, banners were put up at the factory gate, and more and more people gathered around. He could hear the shouts and curses from outside the factory.

Factory Director Wang's forehead veins throbbed as he stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.

"Go and see what's going on!"

"Are all the security guards dead? How come they couldn't even stop a few troublemakers!"

He shouted towards the office door. The secretary rushed out and then rushed back in a panic, his face pale: "Factory manager, something terrible has happened! There are not only members of the Zhang family and the Li family outside, but also hundreds of onlookers."

They...they are all seeking justice for the victims...

Upon hearing this, Factory Director Wang slumped into his chair.

Oh no, with so many people protesting at the factory gate, things have really gotten out of hand.

This already falls under the category of a major mass incident.

He tried to cover it up again, but it was too late.

If the higher-ups find out, I'll be punished at best, and at worst I'll lose my position as factory director.

He slumped in the chair, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, his fingers trembling slightly.

"Factory manager, the ones leading the trouble are the Zhang family and the Li family..."

They said...that Comrade Da Bao was...a remnant of feudalism, who loved to bully and oppress the people, treated human life like dirt, and was known for wiping out entire families...

Factory Director Wang: "..."

What is that?

Isn't it just a simple fight?

How did this become a reference to feudal remnants?

How could they have wiped out the entire family?

If this had happened a few years earlier, the Wang family would probably have been wiped out!

Even though they no longer use the old methods of public criticism and public humiliation, the crackdown is still very powerful. Once someone is labeled as a "gangster" or "disrupting social order," his son's life is completely over.

Even he would be implicated, and might even lose his position as factory director.

"Factory manager, the dozen or so security personnel are simply no match for the wrath of hundreds of people."

"Perhaps...you should handle this yourself..."

"If the security department isn't good enough, isn't there the public security bureau?"

Are they all dead too?

These people are causing trouble at the factory gate; are they deaf or blind?

The secretary lowered her head, looking speechless.

D.

With so many people gathered together, and more and more arriving, even if the police came, they wouldn't dare to act rashly.

Moreover, Director Wang was in the wrong from the start. His son seriously injured someone, and the family members made a scene at the factory gate. Even when the Public Security Bureau arrived, they could only mediate first; they couldn't just arrest all the hundreds of people.

Factory Director Wang took a deep breath, but still didn't dare to show his face. He could only ask his secretary to notify the union to come forward and appease the people.

The union members reluctantly walked out of the factory gate, only to be met with a barrage of spittle as soon as they appeared.

The banner held high was so conspicuous, and at the very front lay an old woman with white hair, barely alive.

Hundreds of people raised their fists and shouted, "Severely punish the murderer! Give us justice! A life for a life! Uphold justice!"

The sound waves grew louder and louder, shaking the factory gate.

The union members felt a chill run down their spines.

What a huge mess this must have caused to create such a scene of so many people united in their hatred of the enemy!

The old woman was lying on a tattered cotton-padded coat given to her by a kind person, and covered with an old bed sheet. The gauze on her forehead was soaked with blood, making her look quite pitiful. (Actually, she secretly smeared some red ink on her head and face, hehe.)

Several middle-aged women nearby, their eyes red with tears, fed her water while whispering words of comfort: "Auntie, hang in there, we're all here for you."

The old lady slightly opened her eyes, her lips moved but she couldn't make a sound, but she was overjoyed inside.

It's done, it's done!

Unexpectedly, Zhang Wenying was quite clever; this "bitter trick" really worked!

Now let's see who dares to downplay the issue now!

The security personnel also looked miserable.

If these people try to force their way into the factory, they won't be able to stop them!

Fortunately, the dark mass of people were just shouting; no one actually rushed in.

They simply blocked the entrance, making a huge fuss.

The union members reluctantly squatted down in front of the old lady and gently advised, "Auntie, what grievances do you have? Let's sit down and talk it over. Don't break your bones or hurt yourself."

"Sir, how about we talk inside the factory?"

It's not good for so many people to be blocking the entrance!