Within fifteen minutes, people began handing over their papers and pens with writing on them.

It was the men who handed it in first.

After handing over their paper and pens, they sat down together on the steps beside them, casually crossing their legs and waiting for Ye Yun to give them money like old men.

Ye Yun didn't take any of this to heart.

She frowned upon seeing the numbers written on the papers by several middle-aged men.

The slips of paper were exactly the same.

Position: Cutting

Monthly salary: 35 yuan.

Five months overdue.

The total amount owed, including salary, full attendance bonus, subsidies, etc., is 500 yuan.

Ye Yun: ...?

Are you kidding me?

She frowned and looked at the middle-aged men, only to be met with their provocative gazes.

In an instant, she understood everything.

She beckoned Chen Zhenxing over and showed him the note. Upon seeing the note, Chen Zhenxing's eyes widened instantly, and he looked at the men with a surprised expression.

Those men weren't intimidated by Chen Zhenxing; they were basically just throwing caution to the wind.

Chen Zhenxing looked away innocently and in shock, staring at the amount on the note, and silently shook his head at Ye Yun.

He didn't offer such a high salary.

Five months, five hundred yuan, isn't that a high salary of one hundred yuan a month?

Bah, even a factory manager doesn't have that much!

"They really dare to write that, why don't they just rob us!" Chen Zhenxing spat, then secretly glared at the group of big men.

Ye Yun understood.

She quietly put the note away without making a sound, and then asked Chen Zhenxing to sit down and rest for a while.

Another quarter of an hour passed.

"Have you all finished writing?" The soldier shouted when he saw a huge pile of slips of paper on the table.

Everyone said, "It's finished!"

"Is there anyone who hasn't finished writing yet? Raise your hand if you haven't, so I can see it!"

This time, no one answered.

No one raised their hand.

"Okay, you've finished writing everything, right? Let's start reconciling the accounts!" After saying that, the soldier stepped back next to Ye Yun.

Ye Yun was tidying up the paper and pens.

She arranged the submitted papers in the order they were submitted.

Then, she took out the attendance record given to her by Chen Zhenxing from the brown paper file bag next to her.

When the attendance records were brought out, the expressions on the faces of those middle-aged men visibly tightened.

They clearly recognized this as the factory's attendance record. Their faces paled slightly, filled with resentment and anger. Hadn't Chen Zhenxing told them that the factory didn't have attendance records?

Some of the female workers were also taken aback and lowered their heads guiltily.

Ye Yun began to read the names in order.

The first group consisted of those middle-aged men. She glanced at the numbers on the attendance sheet, then at the numbers on the paper, and smiled.

The attendance sheet shows: 180 yuan.

The men were cutters and factory workers, so Chen Zhenxing paid them higher wages. With subsidies, they earned a few yuan more per month than the female workers in the workshop, which added up to tens of yuan over several months.

However, it was still far from the amount they wrote down.

Ye Yun looked at the group of people in front of her, waved the papers in her hand with a half-smile, and asked in a rather cold voice, "Are you sure this is the amount?"

The men had already been exposed, and their faces turned ugly.

We looked at each other, exchanging bewildered glances, yet unwilling to let go of the tempting prize that was already within our grasp.

One of the lean men, with slanted eyes, gritted his teeth and shouted, "What? Shouldn't we get paid? Because of this lousy factory, we've been delayed for so long! We haven't found any other work for months, and we haven't earned a single penny. Shouldn't you compensate us? Is five hundred yuan too much? Is it too much!"

The questions raised made it seem as if Ye Yun really owed them five hundred yuan.