Chapter 783: Chapter 782: Professional Scapegoat
Shen Family are certainly not fools.
So the next morning, Yang Jiawen’s photo graced the front page headline.
Many people fell silent after seeing that photo.
Among them were those who had moved to Xiangjiang in earlier years and those who had just arrived recently.
They looked at the photo and the words Yanhuang on it, faintly slling the fragrance of flowers from their holand.
And including Yang Jiawen, most of the Yang Family found out about what Lin Nianhe had done only after seeing the newspaper.
Looking at those two words, Elder Yang stared in shock for a long ti, suddenly spewing blood, which stained the white tablecloth red.
Amidst the calls of “Daddy” and “Grandpa,” Elder Yang lost consciousness.
Elder Yang indeed had a brief acquaintance with Old Master Lin.
It was in Yan City.
His hotown.
Old Master Lin said, “Work with , I’ll protect you.”
He said he wanted to go out and make money, to build a new house back ho and marry a plump wife.
He traveled alone to Xiangjiang, carried heavy loads, and apprenticed under a master; after his master died, he acknowledged the mistress as his godmother.
He married several wives, had many children, and also inherited his master’s family business.
Later he heard, Elder Lin had died.
He thought, fortunately, he hadn’t joined him on the battlefield, otherwise he would have been plagued with ailnts and died without enjoying life.
Hotown?
What’s good about the hotown?
There was only the loess burying his parents, the leaky house, and the only well in the village that, during drought, barely provided half a scoop of water a day.
He learned the Xiangjiang dialect, learned to smoke cigars, learned to fiddle with those foreign gadgets.
Hotown, it only occasionally appeared in his dreams, and he would forget about it when he woke up.
Occasionally, he felt puzzled.
What exactly had he co to Xiangjiang to do initially?
…
“Uncle, stop kidding; the burden atop my head is already two ters high. Don’t push the responsibility of Elder Yang’s stroke onto —I went back to the hotel and slept last night, there’s no way to bla .”
“Ah He, the more debts, the less worry; young people should be brave to take responsibility.”
“Thanks a lot, but please keep the good deeds to yourself. You, with your forty-one blossoms, are in your pri.”
“No way, if I took it, Shen Family would be in trouble.”
“So… Brother Ah Zun hasn’t been busy these days, has he?”
“Hmm, Uncle Mao, call Ah Zun over, I have a pot… I have sothing to talk to him about.”
The photo was leaked from the Shen Family, though it had taken several twists, turns and hands, it wasn’t impossible to trace it back to the Shen Family.
So, Shen Family urgently needed a scapegoat, just in case.
Hongzun was carefree; although he was scared enough yesterday, following the philosophy that if the sky falls, there are tall ones to support it, he regained his vitality after a sleep.
However, upon seeing Lin Nianhe, he couldn’t help but straighten up a bit.
After Shen Yu explained the backstory, she then said: “When the ti cos, just say you were drinking with friends and lost the photo, understand?”
Hongzun looked at his uncle dishearteningly: “Understood, once again sacrificed by you, eh?”
Shen Yu: “Young people should be brave to take responsibility.”
Lin Nianhe smiled wryly, comforting: “However, I think Yang Family won’t have the mood to pursue this matter recently, they must be in a feud, right?”
If Yang Family had the leisure, she wouldn’t be sitting peacefully having breakfast at Shen’s; she would’ve already been under inquiry.
“Indeed,” Shen Yu nodded, “It’s going to be chaotic for a while.”
“So…”
Lin Nianhe’s eyes shone especially bright.
Seeing her expression, Shen Yu instantly felt awake.
One old and one young fox started whispering.
The nearby Shen Baitu’s face was filled with horror.
…
The Yang Family has indeed been in disarray lately.
In the past, the family business was solely controlled by the Old Master.
Now, he has suddenly suffered a stroke and is paralyzed, unable to command the company or act according to the will. The already competitive Yang Family sons are now fighting even more fiercely, each wanting to take this opportunity to seize power for themselves.
Once the power is grasped, even if the Old Master wakes up and recovers later, it would be impossible for him to forcefully take it back.
Everyone has their own intentions, so much so that no one cares about Lin Nianhe or the incident with the photo anymore.
Even the bedside of Elder Yang, who is ill, is left only with servants caring for him daily, none of the three wives have shown up.
When the Yang Family is in chaos, the docks inevitably follow suit.
Previously, they tead up to fight outsiders to protect their livelihoods, but now it’s internal strife among their own people.
A word from the boss and the subordinates would fight fiercely.
Seeing that their opponents might either be friends they’ve drank with or brothers they’ve grown up with, they find it impossible to actually strike with the knife they’ve raised.
The wisdom of the working class is endless, they figured out the key point of not exerting efforts although clocking in, all by themselves.
Thus, it’s very common that the dock workers set up a Chu River Han Border situation, arguing for half an hour without anyone actually making a move…
Even a shrew scolding in the street is livelier than them.
The high-ranking bosses of the Yang Family naturally wouldn’t appear on-site personally, yet they are spending lavish amounts on dical bills daily and also have to maintain good relations at higher levels to turn a blind eye to the fights and skirmishes, unaware that the lower ranks have been sparring back and forth for five days with zero injuries.
“Qiangzai, this won’t work. We haven’t made any money in five days, and my mother still needs to buy dicine… She can’t sleep at night without her dication.”
In a corner of the docks, Qiangzai and his friends were squatting and smoking.
The way they “fight,” they might deceive their bosses above, but they can’t fool their own older brothers who unanimously choose to turn a deaf ear—for one simple reason:
Fighting would surely result in injuries and thus dical expenses.
The older brothers cheerfully pocket the money, while the younger ones can’t even earn enough for normal workdays.
“Lu Zai, take mine first.” Qiangzai emptied his pockets and pushed all his money into Shandong Zai’s hand.
It was a total of five yuan and six mao.
The other brothers also generously contributed, piecing together nineteen yuan.
These guys never carry much cash.
Working at the docks is hard labor, barely enough to make ends et. Typically, they spent money on cigarettes and drinks, saving nothing.
The younger ones like them had it sowhat easier with no wives or children; one could feed themselves and not worry about the family.
But the older ones really struggled; as soon as they returned ho, several mouths awaited als and drinks—if the kids happened to be in school, it was even worse.
“This isn’t right… The bosses don’t work yet can dine on shark fins every day, while we starve if we don’t work for a day.”
Lu Zai sighed deeply.
He and his mother ca to live with relatives a few years ago, originally from Lu Province, hence he was called Lu Zai.
Though they claid to be living with relatives, those relatives were barely scraping by themselves and did well enough just to manage legal residence for them; further help was out of the question.
Lu Zai’s mother had fallen ill on the road resulting in a chronic illness requiring ongoing dication.
Originally, the mother and son could barely get by, but now…
Negative emotions are contagious, and the gloom of the few brothers soon spread to others.
As a result, today’s routine quibble was even more boring.
In the evening, Lu Zai carefully carried back the newly bought dicine and two pounds of rice ho, intending to disclose their recent hardships to his mother, only to see delicious stead rice and egg tarts on the dining table.
He rubbed his eyes, thinking he had walked into the wrong door.
“Zhuzi, co have dinner.”
His mother cheerfully ca out from the inner room, her eyes sparkling: “Today so foundation was distributing grains, at, and also oil. That wealthy lady even got so egg tarts, you must try them.”
Lu Zai instinctively thought it was the bosses finally rembering their fellows, but then a second thought made him afraid: “Mom, who distributed it? I am with the Second Young Master. I dare not take stuff from the big room or the third room.”
“What big room or third room?” His mother was puzzled, “I heard people call her Fifth Madam.”
Lu Zai: “…?”
Did the boss get a new wife again?
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