Chapter 44 Chapter Four

Ruan Shijie believes in the "center of power".This theory includes three major components: the formation of power, the correct use and expansion of power, and the establishment of a power network centered on oneself.He never left Quan all his life, Quan almost became his second life. The Communist Party took over the town decades ago.At that time, he had just started to work in the new mine under the introduction of a gang leader.At that time, there was a big difference between inside workers and outside workers.Li workers are equivalent to today's regular workers, and foreign workers are equivalent to today's temporary workers. Li workers are more skilled and supply two bags of American noodles every month, while foreign workers are all working in the kiln, and they are paid for a day.There are quite a lot of people in the village who are related to capitalists and counters. After the Communist Party entered the mine, it was not easy to do work.Under such circumstances, Ruan Shijie moved closer to the Communist Party, which he believed to be promising and promising.He calculated on the push back map that the Communist Party will take over.Half a year later, he became the first party member of Ligongzhong, and immediately after the abolition of the labor contract system, he became the branch secretary of the transportation work area.

This is the beginning of his union with power. After becoming a secretary, he enthusiastically recruited party members.As long as it suits his taste, he will develop it.In his opinion, there seems to be no big difference between this party and the gangs of the past.At that time, the War of Liberation had not yet ended, and political rumors spread every day. Some people asked him to join the party but he did not dare to join.At that time, the knowledge of the party was not popularized.Ruan Shijie, who became the secretary of the branch, has very little knowledge of the party.Apart from knowing that there is a bearded Marx in a foreign country, the only thing he can remember and often repeat is "the proletarians unite."He also often got many big concepts wrong, and made some jokes.Because he often eats and treats, a worker suggested to him, he became angry and said at the meeting:

"You listen to the party all the time and go with the party. Now, the party has had a few drinks with the brothers, and some people don't like it. This, oh, does this count as loving the party?" This incident spread later, and he was criticized by military representatives.With emotion, the military representative sent him off to study, learn culture, and learn theory. After returning from studying, he has changed, and he has a good way of speaking. He has never made jokes like "the party eats the wine of his brothers", but deep down, he still feels that he is the party.In 1957, an engineer who graduated from Tsinghua University gave him an opinion, and he felt that he was dissatisfied with the party. As soon as the working class began to speak, he was labeled as a rightist.

He was still actively sending fresh blood into the party until he became the head of the organization of the town committee, and he developed about 80 party members.The names of these people are recorded in his notebook.Some of these people have been punished and sentenced, and most of them have become cadres, and some have become mayors and secretaries of the municipal party committee today.Regardless of whether he was released after being sentenced, or he was a major cadre, he would come to visit him every year and holiday.Since the 1960s, he has been the center of the town.He didn't speak, and any instructions from the town committee secretary were zero.

After his sons and daughters joined the work, he always tried every means to put them to work beside his subordinates, and called these old subordinates every three days to let them care about their political progress.In just a few years, all the sons and daughters who participated in the work joined the party and were promoted, and the worst ones also became branch secretaries.Under such circumstances, he reluctantly retired.He has completed the transfer of power. If capitalist society is a money-worshiping society, our society is a power-worshiping society, Ruan Shijie always thinks so.If you have power, you will be respected by the society, and your personal value will be high. Without power, no one will look down on you, and your value will be out of the question.

He was respected all his life.When it was unprecedented, no one dared to break ground on him.There was a combat team trying to arrest him, but as soon as they hung up the big-character posters on Meiyuan Road, the farmers from the two communes on the edge of the town marched into the town in a mighty manner, and conducted a serious battle. The exercise of "encircling the city from the countryside".As a result of the exercise, the combat team was smashed to pieces, and all the players present were bruised and swollen.In the end, it was Ruan Shijie who came forward, and the peasant comrades did not implement the "final occupation of the city". ...

He is an old householder here, with extremely deep roots. In the afternoon, he came to the town committee compound. He put his two loose hands behind his back, and calmly let his two short and thick legs carry his plump and out-of-proportion body forward slowly, just like he did in the past when going to work.At the door, as usual, he nodded amiably and dignifiedly to the old conveyancer, and he tried his best to straighten his waist, trying to put on a young and vigorous appearance, as if he was meaningfully announcing to people that he would live another sixty-six Years old, his majesty will still exist with his existence.However, the criss-crossing cobwebs on his face and forehead seemed to have actually written down his last mileage from the grave.

Facing the gate, there is a small garden filled with flower pots of various sizes, where many exotic flowers and trees are cultivated.He has taken a lot of photos among the flowers, and almost every one of them records his satisfaction, satisfaction and pride.The garden is surrounded by smooth concrete paths. He once walked on this path, designed the life blueprint of himself and many others, and crushed some people's dreams and aspirations here.However, now that he is old and retired, all this no longer belongs to him, and there is a faint sadness in his old and stubborn heart. He walked through the small garden and stepped into the office building of the town committee.His office was originally in Room 202 on the second floor, the first door to the left at the stairway.The town committee secretary's office is diagonally across from 202, and the room number is 205. There is no one in 205 now, the door is closed, and a small iron lock is hung outside the built-in lock.His small eyes glanced at the familiar door, and his heart felt desolate again.Which one of the secretaries in this door is not a side dish on his plate?Who would not hug his thick legs if he wanted to sit firmly on the red lacquered chair inside the door?Without his support, who can get along in this small town?who?And now, he's retired...

After standing there for a while, Ruan Shijie pushed open the door of the Organization Department of Room 202. In the room, the heater creaked, and it was warm just by hearing the sound.Ruan Shijie looked into the door with a gloomy expression.Of the two desks by the window, one was used by him, and his sleeves had worn off the paint on the edge of the desk. The sleeves of some of his current coats are still red, and they can’t be washed off. It was a tangible memory of the good old days.At this moment, another person was sitting at his desk, a person who used to report his thoughts to him.Seeing him walk into the room, the man didn't move, holding a dipped pen in his pale hand, and was sinking into writing something.

Ruan Shijie felt a little uncomfortable, feeling left out, and his self-esteem was hurt intolerably.Perhaps, affected by the desolation just now, he even doubted 202, who he firmly believed in: Are these people also so snobbish? He gave a majestic dry cough. The man raised his head: "Hey, old minister, sit down! Sit down!" Finally getting a little satisfaction, he sat down. "What? Zhao Shuang, isn't secretary Zhao here?" "Not here! After meeting with everyone a few days ago, I often run down there, and come back after get off work every night." A cup of hot fragrant tea was held in front of him.

Ruan Shijie held the tea and didn't drink it, but just used it to warm his hands. "When he comes back, you tell him to ask him to come to my house tonight. Om, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, and I have something to explain to him!" "Okay! Old minister, I'll tell him when he comes!" "Well, I think it's better to set a specific time, don't let him come and I'm not free, you know, I'm busy, there is no difference between retiring and not retiring!" "Yes, old minister!" "I think, let's set it at seven o'clock in the evening, and ask him to come to my house for dinner, oh, don't look at the Chinese New Year, I didn't buy any vegetables, the simple tea and light food are very delicious!" "Good! Good! Old Minister, will you not sit down for a while?" Ruan Shijie felt insulted again.He didn't plan to leave at all, it was cloudy as soon as he went out in the afternoon, it was quite cold outside, and it was boring to stay at home, he really wanted to stay warm here for a while longer.But this insignificant thing in front of him actually drove him away in a disguised form. He had to go, had to go, but he secretly wrote down an account in his heart. He likes to keep accounts and is good at keeping accounts. "Well, I can't sit down anymore! Director Wang of the Municipal Bureau of Light Industry said he would come to see me, so I have to go home quickly!" After going out and downstairs, he didn't go home. He turned around and walked towards the labor insurance office of the trade union.He was going there to find a kind of spiritual satisfaction, and he thought that in the presence of these little clerks he could surely gain the respect he needed. At the door, he stopped.There were many people talking in the room, and the atmosphere was lively.There was a voice he was familiar with, and he instinctively felt that they were talking about him.Out of a long-established habit, like a dog with a quick response, he quickly put up his ears, and the nerve in the brain that governs recording also tensed up. It was Fan Fulin who was talking about him in the room. Fan Fulin also came to look for Zhao Shuang, but he was in vain.After he lost his mind, he had fun in the town committee compound.He is familiar with every office here, and everyone is happy to chat with him during working hours.Ever since, he used every stitch to create public opinion for himself. "No matter what you do, you have to be reasonable. If you don't let me be a member of the CPPCC, you have to give me the house, right? If you don't give me the house, you have to return my room, right? Damn, I won't return either! Implement the policy, just talk nonsense!" "Who occupies your house?" someone asked. "Who? Ruan Shijie!" "Hey! Then you have a rest! Can you offend Ruan?" "Bear! Why can't I afford to offend him? Isn't he also retired now? Doesn't he have gauze hat wings on his head? He doesn't have two more dick hairs than my old Fan!" "Forget it, don't be hypocritical, the surname Ruan is in front of you, do you dare to say that?" "Why don't you dare? Let's talk about democracy now!" "Hey, old Fan, you are so naive! Let me tell you, no matter what, our town is still named Ruan!" Ruan Shijie couldn't stand listening to it anymore. In his opinion, this was a total shock.His face elongated, and his majesty also elongated, and he pushed the door open with a distorted majesty. With the slow and long creaking sound of the door being pushed open, the atmosphere in the room froze, as if suddenly dropped from boiling point to below zero.Everyone manages their mouth seriously and responsibly, so that it will not open and close randomly without organization and discipline.Everyone quickly hid their original faces and tried their best to pretend to be working hard.Some opened the roster, some covered their faces with newspapers, and some picked up pens to draw ducks meticulously on the relief fund distribution form.I don't know who designed a charming smile first, and the rest of the people followed suit and imitated it. Even Fan Fulin imitated one.He didn't intend to imitate it, but when he saw that everyone was betraying this kind of charming smile, he couldn't help but betray one. "Hey, it's the old minister! Why are you so free?" Ruan Shijie didn't answer. "Fourth Uncle, sit here!" Fan Fulin pulled a chair over. Ruan Shijie seemed to have just noticed Fan Fulin's existence, and his small but energetic eyes swept across his undignified face contemptuously, as if he had swept a piece of abandoned watermelon rind. He sat down carelessly. "What are you guys talking about? Oh, keep talking!" "We, hehe, are talking about the Chinese New Year. Isn't it this...the twenty-seventh today? We haven't bought all the New Year's goods according to the ticket, hehe..." "Oh? Why did I hear you mention Lao Fan?" "Hey, just kidding, just kidding! We were joking with Lao Fan, saying that he can't be a member of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, hehe..." "Hmm!" The voice from his nostrils was thick, deep, unpretentious and majestic.After the gas in his nostrils was exhausted, Ruan Shijie took out a box of filter-tipped Chinese cigarettes, and condescendingly gave way to everyone, no one smoked.Those who can smoke did not smoke.He pulled out one himself and beat it on the cigarette case. "Old Fan, why didn't you listen to the persuasion? Why are you messing around here again? Oh? It's not right?! People, you have to respect yourself! The party has rehabilitated us and implemented the policy, what else do you want? Om? Besides, we are not without blemishes. No matter how you say it, you have been a soldier of the Kuomintang for three months. At least this is a mistake, right? Om?..." The charming smile on Fan Fulin's face disappeared, and his heart trembled with hatred. This hatred gave him courage and a strength not willing to be humiliated. His thick lips, which were balled up like an old hat brim, trembled, and said neither humble nor overbearing. : "Ruan...fourth...fourth uncle, you can't say that. I didn't become a soldier voluntarily! If...if you are caught, you should be a soldier too. Don't look at you talking so harshly now! It's a matter of the season. , up to you?" Ruan Shijie's heart skipped a beat, and his face immediately darkened. "Why, why do you have a reason to be a Kuomintang? It wasn't that the liberation was early, you might have become a colonel! If you don't want to be a Kuomintang, why did you steal someone's battalion commander's uniform and take a photo? Based on this, you won't give in if you are criticized, and you don't feel it Focus on the magnanimity of the present, and stop engaging in sports in the future! I advise you to be more disciplined, and don’t write new problems in your own history!” Fan Fulin was almost beaten to the ground by this diabolism.However, today is not yesterday, after all, today's Fan Fulin is not yesterday's Fan Fulin, a desire, a desire to be an equal human being, brewed in his withered and old heart like a volcanic eruption.He had to fight back, he had to fight back, he felt that he had suffered enough from this man and his majesty, and he couldn't bear it anymore.With the majesty of this person, there is no human dignity like him and many others. In order to defend this human dignity, he should fight seriously. He got up from his chair. Now, he is condescending, and the sitting Ruan Shijie is not as tall as him.He moved his thin bandy legs, and solemnly took two steps in front of Ruan Shijie, staring at his broad and wrinkled face with contempt for the first time.His heart was beating very fast - due to a kind of excitement before the battle, not fear, his face was a little flushed, as if the blood all over his body rushed to his face in an instant. He spoke. "Ruan Shijie", he didn't call him fourth uncle for the first time, "Ruan, don't scare me! Don't say that the Party Central Committee has said that you don't want to start a movement, if you do, you should be the one who will be mobilized next time! You know how much you weigh, I know, and everyone in Liuwa Town knows! The Communist Party, who was deceived and entrapped by you, will settle the bill with you one day. You dragged and dragged you into the party How many tortoise bastards have been killed! I didn’t say it earlier, but I’ll report a few things to you here: Wang Weitou of the ironware factory was recruited by you, and within half a year after joining the party, he stole other people’s colors TV set, stealing bicycles, went in all of a sudden, and was sentenced to three years in prison. Liu San from the wood processing factory was promoted by you, and after a few days as party secretary, he was corrupted, stole and sold furniture, and went in again. So did Fatty Lu from the Supply and Marketing Cooperative You acted as an introducer for joining the party, raped a young girl, and once you entered it, you will spend ten years. ... Don't stare, I will report to you only a few who joined the party during the Cultural Revolution..." This old man who has always been looked down upon by people fought once with the "scar-exposing tactics" popular in the town.People have used this method of warfare against him for a long time, but now he is using it against others, who are the embodiment of the dignity of the town! Ruan Shijie froze, astonishment, anger, surprise, and timidity intertwined and appeared on his face. He trembled, like a pile of unconscious flesh, and slumped on the chair.He wanted to refute, he wanted to curse, he wanted to stretch out his hand to slap Fan Fulin's face, but he didn't have the strength, he felt that the sky was indeed about to turn. "You...you spread rumors! You...you slandered! I...I opposed them all joining the party! During the Cultural Revolution, I...I was also persecuted!" Fan Fulin smiled, and the wrinkles spread all over his slender face. It was the first time he smiled so comfortably.It turns out that many things in the world can be touched, and it is not a big deal to touch them! He continued: "Now, since we've talked about it, let's go straight to the end, and I'll have to give back the house that's been occupied! Don't you think it's still the same as it used to be, how thick and how long!" "House? You... just wait! Wait for the housing management office to speak, wait for Secretary Zhao Shuang to speak! If you have them, I will let you, and the three rooms I live in will also be given to you. If you don't have them, you still Crawl aside for me!" Thinking of Zhao Shuang, Ruan Shijie regained his confidence. He felt that this world still seemed to be his world, his good times continued indefinitely, and he was still a soul in this small town, a soul that enveloped everything. With his confidence restored, he also regained his majesty.Looking around at the few clerks in the office, he said in full style: "How can you chat like this during working hours? Oh? You have to pay attention to the influence in the future. No matter what you say, we are a government agency, so we have to look good! Well, I won't disturb you! Farewell! Farewell!" he's gone. He didn't get the respect he expected.