"Are we still getting a divorce?"
Her rough husband threatened her while gripping her waist. She had no choice but to beg for mercy, "No, we're not getting a divorce, we'r...
The factory is destroyed.
The person ran away.
The money is gone too.
What's left?
Oh, and there's only the bare-bones factory manager standing at the door, smiling as he says to her:
Welcome to the group!
No wonder Chen Zhenxing fainted in the guardhouse yesterday. He probably even ran away, so he had to take over himself. The pressure from the factory also exhausted him to the point of fainting.
So what's the point of her being the deputy factory director?
Does Chen Zhenxing care about her?
Does she care about the air?
Ye Yun calmly followed Chen Zhenxing into the warehouse.
Then, she lost her composure.
"Boss Ye, look, this is the stock we had previously hoarded," Chen Zhenxing said, pointing to the scene before him.
Ye Yun was numb.
Rows of finished clothes, resembling small mountains, were piled up in front of her, packed in cloth bags the size of adults. Presumably unable to earn money to make a living, they were haphazardly stacked together like garbage, tall and messy, making her look humble and thin, and making her scalp tingle.
How many clothes are there here?
"Not many, just over ten thousand pieces." Chen Zhenxing gave a guilty smile.
Ten thousand pieces isn't enough?
Ye Yun's eyes twitched. She stepped forward and touched the cloth bag, her fingertips instantly getting covered in dust.
This clearly shows that these goods have been piled up for a long time.
“Boss Ye, these goods are all inspired by the ideas I found in the port area. But I don’t know why, every time I produce them, Qingshan Garment Factory always makes similar styles before me and sells them first to seize the market. As a result, no one wants my goods after I take them out, and they can only be stuck in my hands.” Chen Zhenxing sighed heavily and lowered his head sadly.
These small hills represent his hopes.
They were also mountains that crushed him.
Ye Yun sniffed and asked in a muffled voice, "Haven't you ever suspected there was a spy among us?"
"Of course I've suspected it!" Chen Zhenxing suddenly looked up, gritting his teeth, and said, "Once or twice could be a coincidence, but if it happens too often, there must be a spy among my people!"
"so?"
"So, so..." Chen Zhenxing looked bewildered. Two seconds later, he suddenly sighed heavily, almost collapsing as he sat down on the ground, clutching his hair in anguish. "I can't find it... I've suspected everyone around me—my secretary, the deputy factory director, the workshop workers, even my bedmate. I've questioned them all, and they've become estranged from me because of my anger. But I still can't find that spy!"
Is that so?
Looking at his almost frenzied appearance, Ye Yun thought for a moment and said, "Director Chen, I heard you've made quite a few friends in the port area?"
Chen Zhenxing raised his head, his eyes now bloodshot.
He stared at Ye Yun with a puzzled look, but still nodded, his voice hoarse: "Yes, I've made quite a few friends in the port area. Their garment factories have technology and design ideas that are far ahead of ours. I've also met a fashion designer who claims to be in the international fashion circle... Wait, you mean the people in the port area tricked me?!"
He stared at Ye Yun in shock, his wide eyes filled with disbelief.
Ye Yun chuckled, "Not too stupid."
Chen Zhenxing was completely stunned.
There was a musty, rotten smell in the warehouse that made Ye Yun uncomfortable. She glanced at Chen Zhenxing and walked out first, saying, "Let's talk somewhere else."
Chen Zhenxing suddenly came to his senses.
He immediately followed Ye Yun's lead.
Stepping out of the warehouse, Ye Yun instantly felt the air was much fresher, and heard Chen Zhenxing's disheveled footsteps behind her.
Chen Zhenxing was utterly dejected, all traces of the joy he had shown when he picked her up. His face was ashen, and he kept shaking his head and muttering, "So that's how it is, so that's how it is... I thought I was befriending them, I thought I was learning from them, I thought I was benefiting from it, but I never imagined I was the clown."
"He hunted geese all day long, only to have his eyes pecked out by one..."
He was out of his mind, shaking his head repeatedly, lost in a state of talking to himself.
Ye Yun called out, "Director Chen."
The volume wasn't loud but it was very clear. Chen Zhenxing looked up, his eyes filled with confusion as he stared at her.
Ye Yun smiled, patted his shoulder and said, "I'm just guessing. Whether it's true or not, we'll only know after you confirm it."
Chen Zhenxing suddenly smiled sadly.
He waved his hand, his back bent, and his hoarse, aged voice sounded weary: "No need, there's nothing left to prove."
"Of course it needs to be verified."
Ye Yun said coldly.
A look of bewilderment crossed Chen Zhenxing's face; he didn't know why she was so determined.
Ye Yun's voice was quite cold: "That's the fruit of your labor, a masterpiece you poured your heart and soul into, working through countless nights. But someone has despicably stolen your hard work, effortlessly taking away the glory and achievements that rightfully belong to you. Can you accept that?"
Chen Zhenxing gritted his teeth, "I...I'm not reconciled."
"It's understandable that you're unwilling to accept it; no one would be willing to accept it. So, are you just going to let them off the hook like this?"
"impossible!"
"That's right. No one would let them get away with it, otherwise it would be too humiliating. Are you humiliated?"
"I'm not a coward!"
Chen Zhenxing gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and his eyes unconsciously reddened at Ye Yun's words.
"Mr. Ye, please enlighten me!"
He suddenly bowed deeply to Ye Yun at a 90-degree angle, his sincerity evident.
Ye Yun nodded.
He is a promising young man.
The soldier next to him stared dumbfounded at Ye Yun, who looked completely fooled, and Chen Zhenxing, who looked utterly dumbfounded, blinking in bewilderment.
Damn it, is this even possible?
Ye Yun gently patted Chen Zhenxing's shoulder and smiled softly, "Director Chen, you don't have to go to such lengths. I will accompany you, but you must first revitalize Baiyun, otherwise you won't be able to go anywhere."
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