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Yu Jihui: “A Stinking Old Ninth – A Tale of the Coal Capital” (updated on July 2020)
“This is during the cultural revolution. No law!
No government! We are the law!” With that, the coal
workers held me down. I screamed, as though I was
going to be killed.
“Let me check him,” Company Commander said.
She was originally a coal worker herself. She was
good at making a fool of others, and was very rude
too. She was a shrew. She would do all sorts of dirty
things. She came over to me and released my
trousers’ belt and thrusted one of her hands into my
trousers. She grabbed a hold of my penis with my
underpants while I was screaming like a man about
to be shot. The workers rolled on the floor, laughing.
Then she said to all, “Excuse me! I’ve made a
mistake. His underpants are dry! He is not a
Whitewasher! We’ve blamed him wrongly! Sorry!”
She promptly matched off. The coal workers were
satisfied with the show and the crowd broke up.
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