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Chapter 206 - 204 were all deceived by you into coming here

Chapter 206: 204 were all deceived by you into coming here

In the slender snow of the night, men who attempted to touch Hua Mi were beaten down by her and laid on the ground.

No worker around dared to make a sound.

Now they believed that such a fierce woman could be none other than Sister Hua.

They saw Hua Mi put away the steel bars and, pointing at the man she had knocked down, instructed the other workers,

"Find two people to throw him far away."

Then she pointed at the nearly eight scantily clad women on the open ground,

"Catch them all and lock them up for education, make them recite ’The Eight Honors and Eight Shames.’"

A group of men surged forward again, capturing all the women on the open ground. This time, they didn’t dare to touch inappropriately, merely grabbing an arm each as if to avoid suspicion.

Only to hear those women, shaking violently from cold amidst the falling fine snow, twisting their bodies and shouting loudly,

"Let us go, we didn’t do anything, what right do you have to lock us up?"

"Because you have interrupted the progress of my construction project."

Hua Mi waved her hand, commanding the workers,

"Send them to the toll station, the rest of you get back to work, if work stops again, your wages and materials will be deducted."

Just then Gong Yi, in the industrial park left by Chen Hu, found a large amount of wool and fabric scraps, as well as portable cabins.

The Contractor had done his job well; although he wasn’t physically present, he had already had those materials brought over.

The portable cabins were simple to set up, given enough hands, it wouldn’t take long to assemble.

See, now there was a place to lock up these fallen women. After they’d recited ’The Eight Honors and Eight Shames,’ they could even stitch the fabric scraps together and stuff them with wool.

Wouldn’t that complete a thick woolen coat?

If these fallen women made several thick woolen coats, Hua Mi wouldn’t need to distribute thermal wear to the construction team.

Thinking thus, Hua Mi suddenly felt full of energy, reminding the workers,

"My men, must all follow Garrison standards strictly, absolutely no fraternizing; if you crave a woman’s company, pursue an honest romance. If you patronize these women, aren’t you afraid of being looked down upon by the Garrison?"

Unfortunately, the moral standards of the Garrison were high; they had strictly prohibited prostitution, including it in their Garrison Code.

If Hua Mi’s people were morally lacking, and the workers frequented brothels as soon as they finished work, it would leave a bad impression on the Garrison and result in their disdain.

Key among the issues was that it also affected the progress of the project.

The workers complied, most quite submissive, and even those who were discontent dared not show it openly.

To openly confront this forceful woman would not only mean losing their jobs, they would also risk being beaten by her.

Then they heard Hua Mi say from behind them:

"If you see any streetwalkers, take all of them to the toll station, for each one delivered, I’ll give you 2000 yuan."

Thinking of the thick coats, Hua Mi felt that capturing more fallen women to recite ’The Eight Honors and Eight Shames’ was quite a good idea.

After she had instructed the workers, she turned and walked towards the toll station.

The materials there had already been transported over by the Contractor’s staff; on the busy clearing, the portable cabins were nearly all set up.

From inside came the voices of the fallen women reciting ’The Eight Honors and Eight Shames.’

Outside stood Yang Honglin, wearing a police uniform.

Upon seeing Yang Honglin, Hua Mi’s face showed surprise,

"Why are you here?"

"Chuanzi said someone here needed education, and dragged me over to take a look."

Yang Honglin was carrying an AK47 on his back; he hadn’t brought many policemen this time, but those who did come were veteran officers.

As they spoke, an old policeman came over with a stack of white papers and a pen in hand,

"The paper and pens are ready, once they finish writing their self-critique, we can assign them work."

Prostitution and causing public disorder would require them to write a self-critique after being caught.

Hua Mi glanced out the window and saw the women inside, each shivering and purple from the cold. She said to Yang Honglin,

"Let them sew a batch of thick woolen coats for themselves first."

As they were speaking, workers from the construction site up ahead brought in a few more prostitutes they had captured.

Upon seeing Hua Mi, they were all fawning,

"Miss Hua, look, we’ve caught a few more."

"Okay, I’ll pay you, 2000 for one woman."

Hua Mi didn’t hesitate; she withdrew a stack of brand-new cash from the "Apocalypse Supermarket-Cashier System" and counted out the money for the workers on the spot.

Capturing a woman earned the workers 2000, which they would divide among themselves.

The workers were thrilled, clasping the cash in their hands, they said,

"There seem to be more women up ahead; we’ll catch a few more for you in a bit."

Hua Mi nodded and cautioned them,

"Just don’t delay the progress of the project."

After handing out the money, Hua Mi frowned slightly and said to Yang Honglin,

"Why are there so many streetwalkers on this road?"

"It means there’s a huge hideout here."

Yang Honglin, being a seasoned police officer, was more sensitive to such matters than anyone. He whispered an order to the police officers around him to take down testimonies one by one.

Then, turning back to look at the women writing their self-critique inside, he said to Hua Mi,

"These are all really just pitiful people. If we don’t detain them, they will go back to the streets once they’re released."

In reality, if there was a way to survive, who would choose this path?

Once they left this place, believe it or not, not only would the coats they sewed be stripped from them, but they themselves would be sent back to work as prostitutes.

Only this time, they would be sent to an even more concealed location, a place even more difficult for the garrison, the police, and Hua Mi to find, leading an even more miserable life.

Hua Mi sighed, with no rebuttal to Yang Honglin’s words.

Of course, she understood; she had seen it all her life, how could she not?

Hua Mi, sighing, moved into a freshly constructed empty shack, avoiding the eyes of the three police officers, and placed a roomful of cherries, pomegranates, kiwis, honey melons, mineral water, half-finished pickled fish, and chocolate cakes...

Thinking it over, she then moved next door, filling several storage boxes with toilet paper, sanitary pads, toothpaste, towels, buckets, washbasins, coral fleece four-piece sets, and disposable underwear.

She proceeded to the room next door, setting up over a dozen alcohol stoves, and filled nearby boxes with solid alcohol and badminton rackets.

Oh, right, and 10,000 "Ganggang Little Scholar" (synchronized copybooks)—these were indispensable.

Since the situation was not clear and the women couldn’t be released, they had to keep making coats.

Of course, during this time, they had to be provided with food and drink.

Considering after making the coats and having a full meal, the women could play badminton and then spend time practicing their handwriting, serving both physical and mental cultivation.

This was what you’d call combining work and leisure, a balance of activity and rest.

Hua Mi had thought everything through very well for them.

While she was placing these supplies, the construction site sent over four or five more prostitutes.

Yang Honglin’s brows furrowed even more deeply; the problem was more serious than he had anticipated.

While the first group of disorderly women memorized the "Eight Honors and Eight Shames" and finished writing their self-criticisms, still shivering as they sewed their thick woolen coats,

Yang Honglin approached Hua Mi holding a stack of testimonies,

"These women claim they were deceived by you."