Chapter 59 Public Security Troubles

After touring the factory, having tea, and enjoying a meal, the trip finally came to an end. Ma Xintao inwardly felt a surge of satisfaction. Whether or not they would cooperate was another matter, but at least he hadn't lost face.

Ma Xintao smiled and said to Yao Fanghua, "Little Yao, right? How about considering coming here? The salary is definitely higher than in Beijing."

It's actually a good fit. But if she were to actually come to Shenzhen, she definitely wouldn't come here; she'd go straight to Wu Peng and take charge.

Yao Fanghua smiled and said, "Thank you for your appreciation, leader. There are so many talented people in Shenzhen, I won't bother to join in."

Ma Xintao was unwilling to give up. "Are you afraid that your current leader won't release him? Don't worry, I'll personally go to the higher-ups to ask for him back."

Who's your supervisor now? Which factory? A machine factory, right?

Yao Fanghua: "I work at the Beijing Fan Factory, I'm a technician, and I'm currently tied up with a project and can't get away." It would be strange if Director Yu let me go; he's probably being pressured by his superiors, and he has to stand up for himself.

Ma Xintao slapped his thigh. If it were a machinery factory, it might be a bit of a problem, but if it were a fan factory, then heaven would be on his side. He knew Lao Yu!

He'd call Lao Yu later; Lao Yu still had that much face to give him, and he couldn't let Lao Yu offend him over such a small matter. He'd get the person over here first.

Having made his decision, Ma Xintao looked at Yao Fanghua as if she were his future subordinate. "A tech person? Little Yao's impressive! It's rare to see a woman with technical skills. And her English is so good." She was also attractive; the more Ma Xintao looked at her, the more satisfied he became. If this girl came, he'd be much less trouble entertaining foreigners. She was technically skilled too; she could even help out in the technical department when she had free time. Not bad at all. Young people should always learn more.

Wait a minute, he remembers that everyone in this group is a section chief, right?

"Are you the head of the technical department?"

Yao Fanghua nodded.

"They must be college graduates who were assigned there after graduation."

Yao Fanghua nodded.

No wonder. Ma Xintao ruffled his hair. Now that she's here, he'll have to give her a position no lower than department head. Old Yu's lucky; he got such a clever one. And she's bold, daring to put such a young woman in charge of projects.

Ma Xintao ruffled his hair again. Was he trying to set a trap for the young woman, or was he trying to intimidate her? This rascal, at his age, still trying to outdo the young. That's the culture in mainland companies; things are much better here. Ma Xintao felt a surge of confidence.

In the afternoon, Ma Xintao personally led them on a tour of the various offices.

Before boarding the minibus, Ma Xintao had someone bring Yao Fanghua a beautifully packaged set of porcelain and a packet of tea.

These porcelain pieces were custom-made as gifts for Hong Kong and foreign businessmen.

As for the other passengers in the car, Ma Xintao gave each of them a packet of tea.

Not only did Yao Fanghua steal the spotlight, but the mold factory manager also treated her differently! Shen Jiao's chest was filled with jealousy and resentment; she was always the one who should be treated differently!

She wanted to ruin her, she wanted to ruin her as soon as possible, because she was afraid Yao Fanghua would climb over her head.

Others were more or less envious and jealous, watching others steal the spotlight, gain favor, and have the potential to surpass them. Who could be comfortable with that?

As soon as Yao Fanghua and her group left, Ma Xintao went back to his office and called Yu Jun.

Yu Jun was wondering why this old guy would suddenly call him, but after only a couple of sentences, his true colors were revealed.

"Steal him! Steal his promotion! At this crucial moment, this is going to ruin him!" The two men slammed their fists on the table and cursed each other across the phone line. One accused the other of burying talent and being narrow-minded, while the other called him a treacherous dreamer and a bastard. Yu Jun was anxious and afraid that Yao Fanghua would be lured away by this scoundrel, so his curses became increasingly offensive. He wished he could climb up the phone line and fight her.

Yao Fanghua and her group returned to the hotel, and the men agreed to go for a walk in the neighborhood.

Yao Fanghua felt better today, so she decided to go for a walk around the neighborhood. She went back inside, changed her clothes, and put some money in her pocket.

Considering Shenzhen's less-than-ideal security situation, Yao Fanghua stuffed five-yuan and ten-yuan bills into the inner pocket of her shirt, leaving only a few one-yuan and fifty-cent coins in the outer pocket. Still feeling uneasy, she remembered hearing that Shen Jiao had almost had her throat slashed that day. Yao Fanghua patted her chest, deciding that protecting her life and her chest was paramount. She then took out the ten-yuan bills, flattened them, and stuffed them, along with her bankbook from her bag, into the bottom of her socks. She also placed some on the soles of her feet. They were a little uncomfortable, but safe.

There was a dollar and fifty cents in my left pocket, a five-dollar note in my right pocket, and the rest of the larger bills were at my feet. Well, I'm relieved.

He had just stepped out the door when he turned back.

The money was fine, but the bankbook was too uncomfortable. So Yao Fanghua put on two layers of socks and tucked the bankbook between them. After adjusting her trousers, she went out.

Next to the hotel was a row of makeshift stalls selling cigarettes, soft drinks, rice noodle rolls, fried rice, scarves, skirts, jeans, and more...

One street further ahead, road construction and building construction are underway, and you can still see dust flying everywhere.

Yao Fanghua bought a bottle of soda and ate a plate of stir-fried rice noodles.

Then she slowly started browsing. Jeans and skirts were cheap and stylish. Yao Fanghua bought two skirts: a full-length skirt and a ruffled dress, as well as a pair of flared pants.

Remembering that Li Chunying had been complaining for a while that she hadn't worn many new clothes in her life and that she always secretly envied Aunt Bai for how well she dressed, I picked out two dresses for Li Chunying: a dark blue floral straight dress and a dark red Chinese-style cheongsam dress.

After shopping, Yao Fanghua inquired about the most bustling and lively area in the area.

While folding clothes for Yao Fanghua, the woman selling clothes said without hesitation, "You're from out of town, where else would be the most lively place? The World Shopping Mall, it's so bustling and lively."

"You wouldn't believe how lively it is there, with all those cars."

Yao Fanghua thanked him, took the clothes, and asked for directions.

The woman selling clothes looked Yao Fanghua up and down. "Where are you going, a woman like you?"

?

Women can't go?

A woman selling snacks nearby chimed in, "You don't know? That's a nightclub, it's not respectable." She added, "I heard about all those pale arms and legs, practically wanting to show their breasts and buttocks. Ugh, so embarrassing!"

A nightclub! How frivolous! Intrigued, I must go and broaden my horizons. Yao Fanghua smiled slightly, "Then I won't go."

Yao Fanghua grabbed her clothes, left the place, then asked around again, hailed a motorcycle taxi, and headed straight for the Great World.

From afar, one could hear the melodious and decadent music.

Bright lights, bustling activity, singing and dancing – this was Yao Fanghua's first impression of the Great World, and she couldn't help but get excited. It was the legendary karaoke bar, the kind that was like the Grand Karaoke Bar in Shanghai.

Yao Fanghua looked at herself from head to toe: a light blue shirt, black trousers, and black flat leather shoes. In this environment, she felt her outfit was unfashionable.

Under the dazzling lights, the people coming and going were either dressed in sharp suits or swaying gracefully in colorful clothes, each one more stylish than the last.

Since she was already there, she had to go in and take a look. Yao Fanghua, carrying her bag of clothes, stood tall and straight ahead, heading towards the main entrance.

Then, as expected, I was stopped.