In July 1990, I graduated from university and in August, I was assigned to work at the Zhenjiang Manager's Office of the Jiangsu Agricultural Production Materials Company, engaged in secretarial work. When I reported, I took a bus from my hometown in Jurong to Zhenjiang. Upon arriving at Dashikou, I didn't know how to get there, but while walking along the street, I reached the Wuhuan Club on Jiankang Road. Looking up, I saw the company sign, realizing I hadn't taken a wrong turn at all.
As I was a June Fourth student, I, along with two vocational school students (Ding Debin and Zhou Zheng), started learning for three days, during which an old secretary (Xiao Renkui) read the newspaper, and then we went to the warehouse in Shiqiao, Yangzhou for an internship.
After returning to Zhenjiang, I worked in the Human Resources Department. In the dormitory, I saw a high-quality paper song list, which listed songs that were about to become popular; it was very exquisite and beautiful, something I had never seen before.
On December 4th, I went on a business trip to Suzhou with my leader. He Geng drove a small van to attend the provincial agricultural materials meeting. The provincial agricultural materials manager spoke, and I remember he talked about how to identify counterfeit and inferior pesticides, which was very good. I recorded it, estimating that the tape was almost full, so I changed the tape. In the evening, I listened to the tape and wrote a speech, which was handwritten by Cai Guangyi, who was then the head of the Human Resources Department.
There were some strange things at that time; because the manager spoke in Wuxi dialect, we couldn't hear clearly, and Cai even cursed, "damn it." During dinner, someone handed Cai a piece of meat, and he surprisingly asked Lu Lixin, "Did you hand this?" while Lu was the deputy manager.
For some reason, I felt very excited. My brother's classmates from Suzhou came to the hotel to see me, and I even asked them to wash their faces. In the evening at the hotel ballroom, I rushed to the dance floor to dance disco.
Excited, I had trouble sleeping. The next morning, I was in the park, seemingly singing, "I am a wolf from the north." Zhou Zheng asked me to go to the restroom and said I would meet someone who would influence my future, seemingly Cai.
They drove back to Zhenjiang first, and later Manager Lu and I took the train back. On the train, we saw bonfires, which was strange; it should have been burning straw.
After returning to Zhenjiang, I was always in an excited state. In the dormitory, the door was propped open with a piece of white paper. My brother and I had dinner at a restaurant, and the boss loudly shouted "dog meat, dog meat," because my surname is Ge. In the morning at the dormitory, I heard the school broadcasting about newly graduated university students. The unit found connections to assign me a type of medicine, which I, of course, didn't take because I could perform magic; I pressed it against my mouth and later spit it out.
On the morning of December 14th (later known as the Day of the Martyrs), Cai Guangyi, Wu Mingsuo, and my brother took me to the car, driven by Zhu Guojing. As we entered a courtyard, Wu even covered my eyes for a moment, and I saw several large red characters that read "Zhenjiang Mental Hospital" in an archway above the road.
Once inside the hospital ward, they all left. An old man (a patient) came to the room, held my hand, and asked if I knew where this place was. I said it was a hospital, and he pressed hard, with great strength, saying it was the secret bureau.
Since the door was closed, I couldn't get out, so I asked the doctor to let me out, but they ignored me. I told the doctors and nurses, "If you don't let me out, I will take off my clothes, one by one, until I'm completely undressed." They still ignored me, and I became very angry, starting to undress. Just after taking off two pieces, a doctor (Zhou Guohai) said, "Put your clothes back on, and we'll let you out."
As soon as I got dressed, several doctors, nurses, and caregivers, along with patients, surrounded and restrained me. I didn't resist; they tied me to the bed with long cloth straps, binding my limbs and shins, and gave me electric acupuncture, which was an electric device with several needles inserted into my head. The pain was indescribable; my whole head lost the concept of mouth, ears, nose, and eyes, resembling a large iron frame with a big iron hammer stirring inside, sometimes causing constricting pain, sometimes radiating pain. They kept asking me, "What is this place?" I said it was a hospital, but they did not stop the electric acupuncture, so I just repeated what the old man said, that it was the secret bureau.
I heard a young woman's voice say, "Ge Yimin, good job," which sounded like Xu Haiying's voice.
After the electric acupuncture ended, tears and mucus flowed out of me, and at that moment, my brother came to wipe my face, as he had not actually left.