Chapter 1: Crossing Over

  The atmosphere in the East is very depressing, especially after just entering this Japanese-funded company, not a single night's sleep is good. In the office, in the workshop, I often hear that annoying "Hachigara".

  Everyone may feel strange that they are too familiar with "Ba Ge Ya Ru", which is a nation that spreads its ugliness to China, Asia and the world.

  Who would have thought that in the 21st century today, on the land where it is said that "the Chinese people stand up", I would once again hear that ear-piercing "Ba Ge Ya Lu".

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  Don't be surprised, the East is in charge of quality in a Japanese-funded company. Before entering, friends advised not to enter the Japanese factory. If 70 years ago the Japanese were beasts, then these civilized Japanese who came to China in the 21st century have not fully evolved and are only half-human beasts.

  Otherwise, how could there be a Zhuhai collective? Otherwise, how could there be a Tokyo Collective Sex Open Day (it is said that 500 pairs of Japanese dog couples gathered in a square for collective trading)? Otherwise, how can we indiscriminately compete with China for what Diaoyu Island, East China Sea oil and gas fields.

  When hearing this, people from the East often just smile and let it go. We are working class, as long as we find a good company that pays salary on time every month, that's all that matters, other things don't matter.

  But just a few days after entering this Japanese-funded factory, Dongfang felt uncomfortable, extremely uncomfortable, and was about to explode with anger, and couldn't work at all.

  The Japanese quality director, Suzuki Taro, who is over 60 years old and has just been transferred from the Japanese headquarters, is a man of few words. Every day, he holds quality awareness meetings for everyone, and if someone doesn't meet his requirements, he becomes furious and scolds them like they're his children, sometimes even blurting out "hachigatsu yarou" (a Japanese insult).

  When he heard this, Dongfang often suppressed the anger in his heart. Working anywhere isn't being scolded, bear with it, and slowly get used to it. Everyone sweeps the snow in front of their own door, anyway, that annoying director has never scolded himself so far.

  So it went on for several days, in order to avoid seeing that smelly face every day, as soon as Suzuki Daisuke came to the back office, Dongfang would run into the workshop, so and so, sparing his ears from noise pollution.

  I don't know how it happened, but today while I was on the scene investigating, suddenly there was a commotion in front of me, followed by an uproar among the employees. Fellow workers rushed over, shouting and running: "The devils are beating people, come quick to see the devils beating people!"

  It's unbelievable. Although the Japanese management team is of particularly poor quality, the on-site environment of the Japanese-funded factory is still good. How can such a chaotic situation occur? A gentleman uses his mouth but not his fists, how can he hit people?

  Out of curiosity and to relax the nerves that had been tightly strained by Suzuki Taro for the past few days, Dongfang put down his work and followed his coworkers to gather around.

  It was astonishing, the one who hit her was actually the quality control director, Suzuki Taro, standing proudly on one side with a scornful face. The female worker, covering her swollen cheek, cried incessantly like Shanglin's wife: "Director, what did I do wrong? Why did you hit me? What did I do wrong? Why did you hit me?"

  For this female worker, Dongfang is familiar with her. Her name is Ah Ping, from Hubei Province. She is very gentle and friendly. A few days ago when Dongfang was investigating the problem on site, she helped him very kindly.

  Who would have thought that such a gentle girl would be beaten by Suzuki like this, and the beating was quite severe, her left cheek had already swollen up.

  Although Suzuki was also panicked when he saw his colleagues surrounding him, the unique Japanese pride was revealed, and he shouted to the crowd: "Hurry back to work, what are you doing here? Hurry back to work, don't you want to work?"

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  Unexpectedly, after hitting a weak and timid woman, Suzuki still acted so arrogantly, which made everyone extremely angry. They were all shouting and protesting, not only did they not disperse, but the crowd actually grew larger and more agitated.

  Dongfang had a mind of his own, not afraid of the county official but afraid of the current manager. Suzuki was his direct superior, and if he instigated his fellow workers to oppose him, he would be in trouble later and might have to wear small shoes (be punished). He immediately prepared to slip away.

  Just as he was about to turn around, Suzuki suddenly called out to Dongfang: "Yang, you're just in time. Get these workers back to their posts immediately."

  The ground shook with a sudden clap of thunder, and the crowd followed Suzu's gaze to find Tōhō hiding in the shadows, feeling extremely hot.

  No choice, since Suzuki was his direct superior, Dongfang reluctantly went to Suzuki's side, amidst everyone's disdainful gaze. First, he shook Ah Ping's hand and looked at her swollen face: "Ah Ping, does it hurt? I'll take you to the infirmary to apply some medicine, lest it gets infected or something?"

  Ah Ping lifted her round face full of tears and said with a twisted face: "Yang Sheng, it hurts, it's extremely painful. What did I do wrong, the supervisor actually hit me like this?"

  A colleague next to him also shouted: "Traitor, don't just wipe the boss's butt like that. What did Ah Ping do wrong? Why did the boss beat up such a weak woman?"

  When Dongfang heard someone actually call himself a traitor in public, he was furious, but still tried to control himself and said to the crowd: "Comrades, trust our supervisor, trust the company, trust our government, this matter will definitely be resolved satisfactorily. But solving problems requires communication between parties, how can you solve problems by surrounding us here?"

  Who would have thought that just one sentence would be publicly ridiculed, with some saying "You've only been here for a few days, what do you know?" and others saying "You're just a Suzuki subordinate, a low-quality good, the workers' emotions are even more stirred up."

  Seeing that the situation was already out of control, Dongfang had no choice but to ask Suzuki: "Director, what exactly did Ah Ping do wrong?"

  Suzuki looked at his subordinates and scolded himself, "This little girl doesn't take her work seriously. When the general manager was inspecting the workshop, she even secretly smiled at him. This is outrageous, how can I not teach her a lesson?"

  Upon hearing the whole story, Dongfang Daqi said in surprise: "Director, just because Ah Ping secretly smiled at you, you hit her?"

  "Suzuki hesitated for a moment before saying, 'Absolutely true, he doesn't take his work seriously, shouldn't he be scolded? Yang, you're also in charge of quality, don't you know that many things become customer complaints because employees are not meticulous? This is the meaning of quality I've been drilling into you guys these past few days.'"

  Dongfang hadn't spoken yet, but Ah Ping replied with a crying face: "I was born with a smile to greet people, do I have to cry instead?"

  Suzuki raised his head and replied haughtily: "You are not serious about your work, you have a very bad conscience, and the supervisor has the right to hit you."

  This remark stirred up a hornet's nest, and the crowd cursed: "Damn it, Dalang is really weird. Don't want us to welcome with a smile, do you want to drive away this group of jackals like 70 years ago, with guns and cannons?"

  Suzuki shouted loudly towards the east: "Yang, take down the names of these cursing Chinese people, and inform personnel to deal with them later?"

  Everyone heard that and immediately vented their anger on Dongfang's head, saying: "Traitor, who is afraid of whom? As long as you dare to remember, I'll make you suffer!"

  Unexpectedly, after several days of tolerance, Suzuki really thought that Ah Ping had completely submitted to him. At this time, Ah Ping suppressed the fire in her heart and said calmly: "Director Suzuki, Ah Ping has always been smiling at people, this is her nature, how can you hit her because of this? Director Suzuki, this matter is wrong with you, you should give Ah Ping justice."

  "Hachi-gara", Suzuki thundered, facing east and bellowing: "Yang, you're my subordinate, how can you ask me to apologize to this lowly female worker? You must be out of your mind!"

  All along, he had been enduring this hateful phrase. Once again, when he heard himself being scolded in front of everyone, Dongfang Dahuo said: "I am under your command, that's true. But I am also a Chinese person. If you are not wrong, I can maintain you. However, you beat Ah Ping for no reason, how can I maintain you?"

  "Unbelievable, I didn't expect to be humiliated by my own subordinate in public. Suzuki was furious and immediately pulled out his wallet, took out a stack of money, scattered it in front of Ah Ping and said: 'For justice, the general manager will give you justice today, take this money, consider it justice.' Chinese people, poor devils."

  Seeing dozens of 100-yuan bills in front of her, Ah Ping was also somewhat moved, and just as she was about to bend down to pick them up, she was stopped by a colleague. After some negotiation, the colleagues insisted that Suzuki Daren pick up the scattered banknotes.

  Suzuki glared at Dongfang, as if asking him to pick up the banknotes, but seeing that he had turned his head away, finally, under the strong urging of his workmates, he took out another stack of banknotes and personally handed them over to Ah Ping.

  Hearing the bursts of laughter around him, Dongfang felt a great weight lifted off his shoulders. He quietly left and ran to the personnel department, grabbed a resignation letter.

  I thought I could easily escape like this, but who knew that man's plans are inferior to heaven's plans, and as a result, I ended up dying with resentment in my heart for not having become a traitor.

  Suzuki glared at Dongfang fiercely and handed him the resignation letter, telling him to wait in the fifth-floor conference room of the company.

  Anxiously sitting in the conference room, the big door was suddenly knocked open, and Suzuki and several Japanese management personnel rushed in. Seeing Dongfang alone, they were about to devour him, scolding him fiercely. Dongfang was also on fire, immediately retorting a few words, and when excited, they even pointed at each other's noses.

  These Japanese people were furious and committed an outrage. They called the security guards, who came immediately and escorted Dongfang out of the company by force.

  In the East, I feel a sense of tragic grandeur. This place won't keep me, but there's another place that will. I'm leaving this dog of a Japanese company with such tragic grandeur, what regret is there?

  He immediately raised his head and chest, swaggering towards the company's headquarters.

  At the stairs, Suzuki felt unsatisfied and kicked Dongfang's butt from behind. Dongfang lost balance and rolled down from the stairs, hitting his head on the wall and immediately fainted.

  The Japanese manager didn't think much of it, this cunning Chinese guy was up to his tricks again, and immediately had two security guards keep an eye on him, but he just walked away with a swagger.

  Or maybe it was just too long, a security guard pulled Dongfang up with his hand, suddenly feeling something wrong, his hands were full of blood. Disaster doesn't come alone, Dongfang rolled down the stairs, his temple hit the emergency exit sign, bleeding non-stop, and he had already fainted.

  Due to excessive blood loss, Dongfang died on the way to the hospital, leaving the world in a sad and untimely manner.

  What happened afterwards is even more unbelievable. After Dongfang's death, the company tried to make it look like an accidental injury and spent some money to find some fake doctors and police officers to collect false evidence. They also gave some money to the village committee, town government, and case handlers. As a result, Dongfang was said to have died from accidentally falling off a ladder.

  Upon receiving news of Dongfang's sudden death, his parents in Sichuan, who had never seen the world, cried like rain and rushed thousands of miles from Sichuan to come.

  Honest and simple farmers, how can they be the opponents of these people? From beginning to end, all evidence shows that Dongfang's death was accidental. The president of the Shenzhen Japanese Chamber of Commerce proudly said: "Currently, China has two cases of work-related deaths per million people. We express our deep regret, Yang is just one of those millions. Our Japanese-funded factory safety is guaranteed, and its mortality rate is far lower than the national average."

  Who would have thought that such a ridiculous remark was actually being touted by some so-called elite professors.

  After multiple visits to the authorities, seeing that his son's wrongful death case could not be resolved, the elderly father had no choice but to accept the 20,000 yuan compensation from Suzuki. According to Suzuki, based on Shenzhen's compensation standards, for a case like Dongfang's, the national standard is 15,000 yuan. The company, out of humanitarian spirit, also covered the expenses of Dongfang's parents' stay in Shenzhen for over 30 days free of charge. The chairman personally donated 5,000 yuan as funeral expenses for Dongfang.

  Seeing these wicked faces, what can the old father say? He can only hold his beloved son's ashes in pain and take a sorrowful journey home.

  This is a true story, and everyone may still say that the girl who was beaten up, as well as her colleagues, should stand out and tell the truth.

  The person who said this was originally very childish. After the incident, he followed the colleagues who made trouble and were all fired on the same day. He disappeared without a trace. As for Ah Ping, who was beaten, after being promoted to leader, she was the first to come forward and testify that Dongfang died accidentally.

  This is the reality, a true portrayal of migrant workers. Many migrant workers are beaten for no reason, many are wronged to death, but for the sake of so-called harmony and social stability, our blood is used to prove the prosperity of this era!