Chapter 1590 Strange Death

"Next, the first item of the workers' art performance will be sung by the workers of the Red Star Machinery Factory. We workers have strength!"

As the announcer finished speaking, the people who had been waiting by the side of the stage shouted slogans and walked onto the stage step by step.

"We workers have strength!"

As the song sounded, some people gradually began to sing.

Then, more voices joined in, making the whole performance high-energy from the beginning, as if this winter was not so cold!

"Comrades sang well, and the spirit of the workers was well displayed!"

The thin old man said to Mr. Huang beside him, and Mr. Huang nodded hurriedly.

"Yes, this spirit has never been lacking since the beginning of the struggle!"

"Well! You must pay attention to this spirit!"

Mr. Huang listened and nodded solemnly.

"Don't worry, chief, as long as a few of us can still move, we will definitely watch it and nothing will go wrong!"

The old man nodded when he heard it.

The chorus ended quickly, and everyone left the stage from the left, but they did not leave. Instead, they ran to the front of the stage one by one and found a place to sit down.

This was also arranged in advance, which not only avoided chaos, but also allowed them to watch the performance up close, and at the same time, they could be close to the leaders in the front row, which was a kind of benefit.

As the chorus team left the stage, the announcer immediately spoke, "Next, please enjoy the poetry recitation of the workers from the Jinmen TV Factory, "Long Live the Proletarian Revolutionary Line of the Great Leader." "

Pa Pa Pa

Soon, a team of men and women in TV factory work uniforms came on stage in an orderly manner, with proud expressions.

While the team was lining up, everyone in the audience picked up the score card on the table.

This is a criterion adopted by the machinery factory to increase persuasiveness and to pursue the best attitude that everyone likes.

The score card is printed with the names of each program, and the back is divided into three columns. The first column is the spiritual outlook, the second column is the performance content, and the third column is the educational significance. The full score of each of the three columns is 100 points, and it will be counted in the end by a special scoring team.

Although this novel judging mode cannot allow everyone present to participate, it is fairer than a few people making the final decision.

Especially the leaders from many factories present, although they look down on those awards, they still hope that their own factories will win the honor.

In that way, as a leader, there will be face.

Of course, they also found a column of instructions at the bottom of the card, "The final right of interpretation belongs to the organizer. '

But no one took it seriously.

Just think it is a way of explanation for the machinery factory.

Many people wrote down their scores on the first line and then put it down.

"Why don't you write it?"

I don't know if it was specially arranged or in order. Anyway, next to Yang Xiaotao is Wang Lao. After sitting down, Wang Lao seemed to be unable to sit still. He either chatted with Yang Xiaotao or chatted with Zhou Lao from the Sixth Machinery Department.

But Zhou Lao obviously didn't want to pay attention to him.

In the end, he could only talk to Yang Xiaotao.

"Leader, you didn't write it either."

"Hey, do you know why?"

Old Wang smiled with his eyes wide open, while Yang Xiaotao stared at the front, "Of course, there is always a comparison to see the difference between the goods."

"Tsk tsk, you still have vision, unlike some people who have never seen the world."

Old Zhou on the side trembled and tilted his head.

Yang Xiaotao was also impressed by Old Wang's mouth. What he said was not to pull himself into his broken boat, so he looked at the person who put down the paper and pen not far away, "Ahem, leader, I saw that the chief also wrote it."

Ahem cough

Now it was Old Wang's turn to cough non-stop, "Well, it's nothing, I choked on my saliva."

Old Zhou on the side smiled immediately when he saw it.

"Old Wang, you're so talkative, it's better to say less."

Ahem cough

Old Wang blushed, stopped talking, and concentrated on watching the show.

After a moment of preparation, the performance of everyone began.

The sound rang out on the stage and spread to all directions through the loudspeaker.

People sat on the stools and listened with great interest. Although most of them were rough, the simple words here, especially the words quoted from the great leader, made many people nod their heads.

Of course, many of them had memorized the little red book, so they could also understand the meaning of poetry recitation.

The programs passed one by one, and one by one came up, and time passed quietly in them.

Investigation Department, Director's Office.

Wang Guohua put down the pen in his hand, put the cap on the pen, and then stretched his body to relax his mind.

At his side was the information about Yangjiazhuang, and many of the data were circled by him.

The biggest one was the population.

With the establishment of the farm, because it was responsible for the breeding of Yangcun No. 1, the surplus grain of the farm population was exempted, and the good seeds could be exchanged for corresponding grain every year.

It was because of this that people in nearby villages were willing to marry their daughters into it.

At least the daughter has become a member of the farm, and her parents can help her when they are in trouble.

In this case, the young man in Yangjiazhuang found a wife easily and made a significant contribution to the population growth of the farm.

According to Wang Guohua's calculation, the population of Yangjiazhuang has doubled, and this number will increase in the future.

This is nothing in other places, but the increase in population will only consume more food from the country.

So he plans to limit or cancel the policy of exempting Yangjia Village from paying public surplus grain.

I believe that if this is done, Yangjiazhuang's life will fall apart.

Secondly, the Academy of Agricultural Sciences chose to set up a farm in Yangjiazhuang, which may not have been due to Yang Xiaotao.

Otherwise, it would not be called Yangcun No. 1.

But now, breeding work in the northwest has been launched, and the Academy of Agricultural Sciences has established breeding bases in Northeast and North China. In this way, the existence of Yangjiazhuang is no longer necessary.

Therefore, the second step is to cancel the farm and return to the original.

I believe that after completing these two steps, it is equivalent to cutting off Yang Xiaotao's arm.

Standing up, Wang Guohua walked to the side of the cook and took out the coffee sent by Team Leader Zhang. It is said that this is coffee beans imported from abroad, and then made by hand-grinding, which retains the original taste of coffee.

Wang Guohua didn't like to drink this thing at first, but later, perhaps because of Team Leader Zhang's leadership, or perhaps because it tastes better than boiled water, he gradually liked it.

Moreover, every time he drank this, he felt that if he swallowed the bitterness into his mouth, others would suffer less.

It was this spirit of suffering for the people, I can't do it, who in hell is it, that made him want to make a cup when he had nothing to do.

The spoon took a spoonful of coffee from the jar, and there were a few large particles that were not crushed in the gray-brown powder.

Wang Guohua was used to it.

Putting it in the quilt, Wang Guohua got up to get the kettle on the ground.

Just as he picked it up, he felt that there was not much water in it, and then he remembered that today was New Year's Day, and he gave his men a holiday, and only a few people were still guarding.

So he took the kettle and walked out the door, heading to the stove to get some water.

Just as Wang Guohua left the office, a light green shadow slowly emerged.

At this time, he ignored Wang Lao's chattering and issued orders to Xiao Wei.

Not long after, Xiao Wei's clone began to fall into the coffee cup, and at the same time, buried a few pieces of wood about the size of coffee beans in it.

These small wood dots look about the same size as sawdust, but in fact their density is higher than that of ordinary wood. Even if they are soaked in water, they will not float to the surface, at most they are in a suspended state.

This is what Xiao Wei's clone has been doing in the table during this period.

Compress, compress again.

When it explodes, it will be fatal.

After doing all this, Xiao Wei's clone sank into the table again and disappeared.

Creak

The door opened, and Wang Guohua came back with the thermos. He looked at the paper and pen on the table and saw that there was no sign of it being moved, so he was relieved.

Pick up the thermos and add boiling water to the cup.

Instantly, a bitter smell spread in the office.

When the air cooled down a little, Wang Guohua took the cup and went to the window to look out.

Then, he drank the coffee mouthful by mouthful, and finally drank the last bit of brown liquid in the bowl. When the cup was empty, he sat back in his original position.

However, before he could pick up the documents on the table to continue working, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach.

Wang Guohua endured the severe pain and prepared to get up and go to the toilet, but he didn't expect the pain to get worse and worse, until finally, he fell off his seat in pain, and as the pain intensified, he felt a knife-like pain in his abdomen.

"Come on, save me"

The voice in his throat sounded, but the next second he felt as if something was pierced in his belly, and he couldn't breathe in pain. He could only curl up and lie on the ground, begging for someone to save him.

"I, I don't want to die, come on, come on."

He shouted with all his strength, wanting someone to send him to the hospital.

However, he forgot that today was New Year's Day, and there were not many people in the investigation office.

Even if there were, it was almost noon, and they would probably go downstairs to eat.

So he wanted to knock on the table to attract everyone's attention.

But the next second, he felt like his stomach was in trouble, his whole chest hurt even when he breathed, and his body trembled involuntarily.

He only drank a cup of coffee, how could this happen?

Could it be that there was something wrong with the coffee?

Or, was it poison?

But he was still useful, why did they harm him?

There was no reason.

Wang Guohua couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't think about it.

Because his body had completely lost consciousness.

"Help"

When he said the last word in his throat, he saw a ball of green light suddenly appear on the table, like an illusion.

Then Wang Guohua felt as if his stomach was filled with something, his eyes widened instantly, and he fell to the ground.

After a while, Xiaowei controlled the clone to circle around him, and after confirming his death, he began to recycle the wood in his body.

After the wood particles that had been transformed completely left his body, the clone hid them in the table and followed him in.

"Swoosh"

Yang Xiaotao, who was watching the performance, suddenly heard Xiaowei's slightly tired voice and hurriedly asked what was going on.

As a result, the image of Wang Guohua lying on the ground and dying appeared in his mind.

It was just that the eyes that were not closed after death told of the unwillingness and doubts in his heart.

Everything went according to plan.

After telling Xiaowei to have a good rest, Yang Xiaotao immediately smiled and applauded.

"Good, the singing was great."

After listening to this, Mr. Wang also focused his attention on the performance above. At this moment, a group of men from the security department sang Yang Xiaotao's "Top Ambition" at the top of the voice.

"Several winds and rains, several springs and autumns, wind, frost, snow and rain..."

Although the lyrics and composition are good, those rough men can't sing it well except for their loud voices.

Then they looked at Yang Xiaotao suspiciously, "Are you sure that this is what you really think?"

"Of course, it's great, this performance is great."

Yang Xiaotao clapped his hands and praised Xiaowei in his heart.

In order to solve the problem this time, Yang Xiaotao has been planning for a long time.

In the end, he chose to use this bizarre method, not only to increase the confusion, but more importantly, to let those people understand that people are watching what they do.

Good and evil will be rewarded in the end!

It's not that there is no retribution, it's not that the time has not come, but when the time comes, everything will be repaid.