"Master Ma, what's going on? What happened at the factory?"
Upon hearing the sound, Master Ma's eyes lit up instantly. He quickly grabbed Zhou Qiqi's hand, his voice trembling with anxiety.
"Master Zhou, you're finally here! Factory Director Lü is back! He's stopped all the work in our workshops and is arguing with Deputy Factory Director Zhang behind the office building right now! Everyone's out of work and has gone to watch the commotion!"
"Director Lü?"
Zhou Qiqi raised an eyebrow. She had heard Zou Qianqian say before that Director Lü was a hands-off manager who, seeing that the factory was not doing well, used the excuse of being sick to hide in a sanatorium and enjoy his retirement, leaving all the work to Zhang Guoqiang.
She despised this kind of person the most, and asked with a pursed lip.
"Master Ma, did they argue about me?"
Master Ma nodded.
"It seems so. This morning, as soon as Deputy Factory Director Zhang entered the factory, he was detained by Factory Director Lü and his men. The two of them were talking about inventory contracts and something..."
She didn't know what happened after that. Director Lü stopped production, and everyone ran outside the office building to watch the excitement. She didn't like joining in the fun, so she took the design drawings that Zhou Qiqi had given her and cut out sample garments here.
"Okay, I understand."
Zhou Qiqi beckoned Master Ma to come closer, "Master Ma, can you do me a favor?"
After saying a few words, Zhou Qiqi quickly went to the office building at the back.
The area below the office building was packed with workers watching the spectacle. Zhou Qiqi struggled to squeeze to the second floor, and as soon as she got there, she heard Zhang Guoqiang shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Factory manager, you can't do this! That money is rightfully Zhou's!"
Before he could finish speaking, a voice as loud as a broken gong roared out.
"What do you mean by deserved or not? I'm the factory manager! Did I sign anything? Did I approve any requests? Why should she, an outsider, take so much money from the factory?"
"Just because they sold out our factory's inventory!"
"So what if she sold them? She only designed a few clothes. At a designer's rate, thirty or forty yuan a month is enough. Is it really necessary to give her eight hundred yuan? I'm the factory manager, and my monthly salary is less than eight hundred!"
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