Zhao Anpin was sure that Han Qingsong wouldn’t accept any of his pleas, so he found himself no longer able to use his connections to free his nephew. He was infuriated just by thinking about it.
Han Qingsong let go of Zhao Anpin.
Zhao Anpin immediately put the tickets back into his pocket. Hmph, since Han Qingsong doesn’t want to play things safe, he should learn things the hard way!
Because of this, he couldn’t say anything to Director Jia any more, so he rode his own bike to chase after his eldest brother and Zhao Jianshe.
As soon as he left, Sun Zhuowen said, “Director, look at how this escalated.”
Director Jia laughed awkwardly, “This is all just a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. Working with colleagues is just like being husband and wife— we all need to cooperate and work together to understand each other better.”
Director Jia was used to being a fence-sitter(1), so Sun Zhuowen knew that it was impossible for him to offend Han Qingsong. Though, he didn’t expect that even the Director wasn’t able to handle something as measly as this.
(T/N: Someone who doesn’t take sides as they do not want to offend either side)
Sun Zhuowen felt even more helpless than the times where he had to huddle with more than 10 people in a small room. But although he was still indignant, he had to show some respect to Han Qingsong on the surface. He definitely didn’t want a taste of the man’s abilities.
In short, after Han Qingsong’s takeover as the Director, the officials who always boasted about their abilities could no longer make such obvious moves.
Zhao Anpin, who claimed to have great capabilities, was unable to get his nephew back. Hence, he and his eldest brother could only watch Zhao Jianshe enter the labour farm crying.
“Dad, second uncle, do think of a way. I don’t want to be locked up, boohoo~”
Zhao Anpin and his eldest brother were heartbroken as they were much rather willing to take the punishment for the child.
Although the work done in the labour reform farm was similar to the Brigade, Zhao Jianshe had been spoiled ever since he was a child. When has he ever done any sort of work?
With such delicate skin and little to no muscles, how was he expected to plough the fields? How was he going to survive the hardships thrown at him?
Father Zhao had already covered his face and sobbed, “Second brother, what’s wrong with Jianshe? He’s such a good boy; how can he still steal things? We have everything that he could ever want, so why would he need to steal? Our Jianshe is a good boy, so could it be that he was badly influenced out there? I already mentioned that he shouldn’t be allowed to play with those bad boys because they were going to influence Jianshe badly. Now, look at us.”
As he talked, he said bitterly, “Did someone frame our Jianshe? Second brother, say, did you offend anyone out there who would take revenge by framing our Jianshe?”
Zhao Anpin couldn’t say anything. He couldn’t reveal that Jianshe was not as well-behaved as his eldest brother thought he was. In fact, there was no factory in the County that Jianshe hadn’t ransacked or stolen from before.
He could only listen to his eldest brother whine and complain, but his heart seemed to also have been sliced by a knife. He deeply hated Han Qingsong in his heart.
The brothers had to ride their bikes back to the city. On the way, Father Zhao didn’t say a word and his facial expressions were gloomy.
“Brother, don’t worry, I’ll pull a few strings to make sure that Jianshe gets some lighter work. Then, he wouldn’t have to do the hard labour.”
“The Director’s younger brother, Jinbao— is he also on the farm?”