"Really? That's wonderful!" Li Xiulian jumped up excitedly upon hearing this, and the female workers around her cheered as well, their worries instantly replaced by joy. A female worker named Wang Guilan wiped away tears from the corners of her eyes and said, choking back sobs, "Director Lin, you don't know how worried I've been these past few days. If the food workshop goes bankrupt, my child's school fees will be gone. Now it's all right, I can finally work with peace of mind!"

Lin Wanqiu stepped forward and gently patted Wang Guilan's shoulder. "Sister Guilan, I'm sorry to have worried everyone. To make it up to you, Tingzhou and I have decided to give each worker a ten-yuan raise starting this month. Also, the canteen will make meat buns and egg drop soup for everyone today. Let's have a good celebration at noon!"

"A raise! That's great! Thank you, Director Lin!" The workers cheered, and the entrance to the food workshop instantly became lively. Even passing villagers were attracted, congratulating Lin Wanqiu one after another. Looking at the bustling scene before her, Lin Wanqiu was filled with emotion—she remembered when she first opened the food workshop, it was just her and Shen Tingzhou, making sesame crisps in their small courtyard, working themselves to the bone every day, earning only a meager income. Now, the food workshop had not only expanded in scale but also created jobs for so many people. Even when faced with malicious reports, she received everyone's trust and support. All of this made her feel that all the hard work had been worthwhile.

Stepping into the food workshop, the workers were already busily engaged in their tasks, some kneading dough, others mixing fillings. The roar of the machines mingled with their laughter, creating a vibrant and energetic atmosphere. Li Xiulian, holding the investigation report document, walked back and forth in the workshop, showing each worker the stamps on it, and loudly proclaimed, "Everyone, look! These are the stamps from the commune and the county's industrial and commercial bureau. Our food workshop is innocent! If anyone dares to speak ill of us again, we'll use this document to slap them in the face!"

Lin Wanqiu walked to the raw material warehouse and saw security guard Lao Li carefully checking the warehouse door lock, so she went over and asked, "Lao Li, do you remember what that strange man you saw last time looked like? How old was he? What kind of clothes was he wearing?"

Old Li recalled carefully, "Director Lin, I remember that man was about forty years old, of medium build, with a scar on his face, and wearing a blue work jacket. When he saw me, he quickly left. I thought he was just some villager who had taken the wrong turn."

Lin Wanqiu's heart skipped a beat. She remembered that Liu Fugui had a scar on his face and often wore a blue work jacket. She quickly took out a promotional poster for "Fuji Pastry Shop" that she had seen in the county town before. It had Liu Fugui's picture on it, and handed it to Old Li. "Old Li, take a look, is this the person?"

Old Li took the poster, looked at it carefully, and said with certainty, "Yes! It's him! Although he looks cleaner in the photo than he did that day, the scar on his face and his build are exactly the same!"

Lin Wanqiu nodded, now almost certain that Liu Fugui was behind the whistleblower. She immediately took out a pen and paper and wrote down Old Li's testimony, intending to hand it over to Director Wang that afternoon as evidence for the investigation. She knew that only by finding the whistleblower as soon as possible could the problem be completely resolved, allowing the food shop to escape its troubles and continue to grow and thrive.

At noon, the canteen of the food processing plant was filled with the aroma of steamed meat buns. Workers lined up, each holding an enamel bowl, and received two steaming hot meat buns and a bowl of fragrant egg drop soup. They sat around the tables, eating, chatting, and laughing, discussing their joy at the wage increase and their hopes for the future.

Lin Wanqiu and Shen Tingzhou sat in a corner, watching everyone's happy faces, their hearts filled with joy. Shen Tingzhou placed a meat bun on Lin Wanqiu's plate and said with a smile, "You see, as long as we do nothing wrong, we don't have to worry about what others say. In the future, we will continue to expand the food shop and strive to make the 'Wanqiu' brand available in the city and even the provincial capital!"

Lin Wanqiu took a bite of the meat bun, the sweet meat filling spreading on her tongue, her heart filled with anticipation. "That's what I was thinking too. By the way, this afternoon I gave Old Li's testimony to Director Wang, I believe we'll find out Liu Fugui's crimes soon. Once this matter is resolved, let's go to the city to check if we can open a branch there, so more people can enjoy our pastries."

Shen Tingzhou nodded, his eyes filled with anticipation for the future. He knew that with a smart, resilient, and responsible wife like Lin Wanqiu, so many hardworking and loyal employees at the food workshop, and the support of the government and the villagers, "Wanqiu Food Workshop" would definitely get better and better, and their little family would become happier and happier.

In the afternoon, Lin Wanqiu, carrying Lao Li's testimony and a poster for "Fuji Pastry Shop," went to the commune's industrial and commercial bureau and handed the evidence to Director Wang. After reviewing it, Director Wang immediately arranged for people to investigate Liu Fugui in the county town and promised to provide results as soon as possible. Lin Wanqiu walked out of the bureau, looking at the bustling scene on the commune streets, her heart filled with confidence—she knew that justice might be delayed, but it would never be absent; those who maliciously reported her would ultimately receive their due punishment, and she and the food shop would emerge stronger and more successful after this ordeal.