Transmigrated to the 70s: Starting as a Textile Worker

Gu Chun, a graduate of a prestigious university and a designer at a top apparel company, died unexpectedly during a bus robbery. She transmigrated into the body of an 18-year-old girl, also named G...

Chapter 65 Pointing fingers

Ning Yuan nodded quickly, "Okay, leader. Should I hand Lin Aiguo over to you?"

"Well, we'll send someone to take him away after we leave, and you can hand him over then."

"This matter needs further investigation. If you have any clues, Xiao Ning, you can contact my office directly."

Ning Yuan agreed verbally, feeling happy in his heart, because now he had gotten in touch with the big boss.

The Cabinet Committee’s matter has not yet come to a conclusion, and Gu Chun doesn’t know either, but she has done what she can.

She returned to the factory and went to work as usual, acting as if nothing had happened.

No one would know that all this was just due to a letter of complaint from Xu Lan, a veteran in the office.

This letter of complaint is full of malicious speculation. If she were a girl with a fragile mind, she might have been hurt.

What's more, this letter exposed her in front of the factory leaders.

I guess it won’t be long before everyone in the factory knows that she is the author.

Thinking of the upcoming trouble, she became annoyed with Xu Lan.

As for Xu Lan, she was still slacking off in the office, humming a song.

Little did she know that her home was now completely unrecognizable.

I was still thinking about what clothes to buy with Wang Xiangxiu when we go shopping this weekend.

Bring something back to her mother's home.

She packed up and went home before it was time to get off work.

Zhao Yuan rolled his eyes. "This guy is so arrogant."

Gu Chun smiled. Since she was going to be done anyway, she changed the subject. "Don't worry about her. Sister Yuanyuan, tell me, what does your son look like?"

Talking about her son, she beamed with joy, "My son looks like a girl. My mother-in-law even said that he looks like me..."

Xu Lan walked all the way home with her chin held high and an arrogant look on her face.

The closer she got to home, the more people discussed her in secret.

She just felt strange. Why did these people look at her so strangely today?

They were still pointing fingers at her. Aren’t they afraid that her father-in-law would confiscate their property?