amaotonovel Chapter 276 Malicious Bullying
Chapter 276 Malicious Bullying
Chapter 276 Malicious Oppression
After speaking, Siegwen helped Qiuhe remove the bandages and gauze from his body. "Okay, after you change into this outfit, go follow that gentleman. He will tell you what to do. Oh, by the way, speaking of which, we've known each other for so long, but I haven't introduced myself to you yet. My name is Siegwen, and I'm the head nurse at Mero Petersburg. If you ever feel unwell in the future, remember, this is the medical room. You can come to me anytime. Goodbye."
After changing into the prison uniform, Qiuhe said goodbye to Xigewen and left the medical room. "You're taking so long to change clothes? What? Are you crippled?"
Just as Qiuhe left the medical room and turned a corner, he heard a very unfriendly voice from the side. The administrator was leaning against the wall, staring at Qiuhe with a fierce expression. Qiuhe didn't want to cause trouble, so he didn't engage in a pointless argument.
"Listen up, kid. From today onwards, you have no name, only a prison number, 517. When I call you 517, no matter what you're doing, you must respond. Also, from now on, when you speak to me, call me 'sir.' Understand, 517?"
Qiuhe remained silent upon hearing this, and seeing that Qiuhe did not respond, the administrator felt his authority had been challenged. He approached Qiuhe step by step, placing his hand on the iron bar at his waist and glaring fiercely at Qiuhe.
"What, judging from your expression, you want this stick to teach you how to talk?!" The threatening words seemed to trigger some key word, and a sharp, cold glint flashed in Qiuhe's eyes.
At the same time, the words Siegwen had said to him earlier flashed through his mind. Qiuhe slowly closed his brows, forcibly suppressing the nameless rage rising within him.
"Yes, sir." Seeing Qiuhe respond humbly, the administrator snorted irritably and turned to leave. "Come with me. Don't make me waste my breath. Since you're here, do your job properly and accept your reformation. Don't even think about slacking off, or you'll regret it."
Finally, the manager led Qiuhe to an elevator. After boarding, they soon arrived at the production area. As the elevator doors slowly opened, they stepped out, listening to and watching the large, constantly running machines in the production area.
A group of criminals in prison uniforms were endlessly crafting iron parts next to those machines, and there were clockwork mechanisms constantly being transported on the assembly line. The enormous factory was even more shocking compared to the one in the game.
As Qiuhe followed the administrator and looked around, he slowly stopped. He noticed a man working on mechanical parts in the distance who looked very familiar. After a closer look, he recognized him.
"Chiag." Qiuhe realized that the person standing next to the large machine, processing mechanical parts, was none other than Chiag, whom Funina had previously sentenced to death. Seeing Chiag covered in dirt and sweat, tirelessly working on the machine, Qiuhe stood still, silently observing everything.
"Hey! Number 517! What are you standing there for? Get over here right now!" Seeing Qiuhe standing there in a daze, the administrator shouted at the top of his lungs. Only then did Qiuhe come to his senses and follow him. The administrator had been shouting at the same time...
This also attracted Chiag's attention, and as he looked in the direction of the sound, he saw a short and very familiar figure. Like Qiuhe earlier, Chiag's gaze followed the figure, but then he gently shook his head, dismissing the unrealistic image from his mind.
The administrator led Qiuhe to what appeared to be a screw-processing area, where Qiuhe noticed several criminals busy at work staring at him with curiosity.
The administrator stopped walking and shouted at the crowd, "Number 250!" Hearing this angry shout, a man who was machining screws next to the machine tool quickly walked over.
"Yes, sir!" The man stood at attention respectfully and saluted. "Go and get two buckets of unused screw rods." Upon hearing this, the man nodded and bowed and hurriedly ran to fetch two buckets of unprocessed screw rods.
The manager reached into the bucket and pulled out a screw rod about the size of an adult's thumb, smiling slightly. "Go, number 517, process these two buckets of screw rods," he said.
After hearing the administrator's words, the criminals around who were still processing screws whispered among themselves, "Hey, did I hear that right? This kid is here to process screws?"
"Yes, I heard it too,"
"My God, what a terrible crime this is! Sending a child to this place to work on screws!"
"Isn't it dangerous for such a young child to handle these large machines?"
Amidst the quiet murmurs of the surrounding criminals, the administrator tossed the screw rod he was holding to Qiuhe as if it were trash, then slowly raised his hand and pointed to a very old-looking machine not far away, saying...
"Use that for machining. Also, these screws need to be finished before noon, or you'll be in big trouble," the administrator said, and the surrounding criminals gasped in shock.
"Hey, didn't he just have that kid use that old-fashioned manual lathe to machine the screw rod?"
"My God, are you kidding me? That machine is older than my son! You're letting a kid work on screws with that old, broken machine?"
"Finish it before noon? Are you kidding me? There are so many screws, even those electric machines struggle to process them, how are those old, broken manual machines supposed to finish processing them?"
Hearing the clamor around him, the warden turned his head and glared at the criminals with a fierce expression. "What, you scumbags can actually have compassion? If that's the case, why don't you do his work and give him all the licenses you earn?"
Hearing this, the criminals were so frightened that they all lowered their heads and didn't dare to utter a sound, fearing they would get into trouble. Seeing that the criminals were too intimidated to speak, the administrator turned to look at Qiuhe again.
"Didn't you hear me?!" Hearing these vicious words, Qiuhe silently picked up a screw and went to the old machine tool. Looking at the sharp, parallel teeth in the middle and the long lever beside them, Qiuhe thought for a moment and then placed the screw into the teeth.
He reached out and grasped the joystick, trying to turn it, but it jammed immediately after just a slight turn. Qiuhe tried moving it back and forth a couple of times, finding it completely stuck. When he removed the screw and tried again, he found it was still slightly jammed.
He turned to look at the administrator. "Sir, this machine is broken; it can't process screws."
"Oh? Damn it, number 250, come here and use this machine to process this screw for me."
Upon hearing the administrator's instructions, the man stepped forward, took the screw from Qiuhe, placed it in the teeth, and then poured some oil from a bottle onto the screw. Finally, the man gripped the crank and began to rotate it.
However, while operating the machine, the man was grimacing from exhaustion, his face flushed red, and the veins on his arms bulging slightly, as if he had used all his strength. Even so, the lever still jerked once or twice, accompanied by a piercing noise from the machine, and with each operation, one of the screws securing the machine fell out.
After a long and arduous process, taking nearly half an hour, the screw was finally completed. The man, his hands trembling and slightly blistered, used tongs to remove the screw and soaked it in a bucket of water. As the screw cooled, he slowly removed it from the water and handed it to the administrator.
The manager took the screw and tossed it lightly in his hand. "See, the machine isn't broken; it works perfectly. Now, process these screws right now. If you don't deliver by noon, we'll add another bucket. You can only redeem your vouchers and get your meal when you've processed all these screws. If you dare to leave it untouched, I'll whip you. Understand?"
As the administrator spoke each word clearly, the surrounding criminals cast pitying glances. They couldn't understand what crime a child could have committed to deserve such abuse. Even though they felt pity, they were afraid of getting involved and dared not interfere.
On the other hand, Qiuhe's face was now shrouded in a thick layer of dark clouds, so gloomy it seemed as if water could drip from it. He finally realized what was going on. This guy wasn't unaware at all; he was blatantly using him as a scapegoat!