Chapter 24: Spit Out My Salary (1)
Workshop 9.
The huge machines were like silent beasts, crouching in their respective positions.
The low hum of the generator, the turning of the gears, the whistling of the spinning belt shaft, and the roar of the machine that could almost shatter the eardrums filled the sweat-filled space.
The window glass, covered with old newspapers, was covered with thick putty. Although the light coming in was cloudy, it could not cover up the brightness of the work clothes.
On the busy factory line, no one paid any attention to Zhong Xiaohua, who was pursing her lips tightly, trying hard not to let her tears fall.
The man standing behind her was fat and had a greasy face. He stood with his hands behind his back, his two green eyes rolling around as he glanced at the female workers on the factory line in a frivolous and erotic way.
It was Director Zhou, who was deeply disliked by the female workers.
"Hey hey hey."
Director Zhou's voice was filled with anger as he stopped Zhong Xiaohua from taking the next step.
"What's wrong with you, newbie? You can't even do this. Let me teach you."
As he said this, he had already put his hand on Zhong Xiaohua's shoulder, bent down his fat body like a hill, and got close to her in an extremely intimate and ambiguous manner.
The mouth, which smelled of garlic, showed a row of yellow teeth, very close to Zhong Xiaohua's profile.
"Hey, you're like this..."
He held Zhong Xiaohua's hand, as if he was seriously "teaching" the newcomer.
"Isn't it right for you to do this...that?"
However, only Zhong Xiaohua herself could feel the fat body on her back, which kept pressing against her from time to time. Seeing that she had no reaction, the body even rubbed and pushed against her more vigorously.
So disgusting.
Zhong Xiaohua clenched her hands tightly, and her palms turned white because she squeezed too hard.
She remembered her mother's words in her mind -
[The job I found for you through connections is still a third-level worker position. You can't even pay your salary in a month. If you can't do this job, you might as well die out there!]
Zhong Xiaohua endured it, feeling both scared and humiliated, and tears rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably.
Director Zhou smiled secretly.
The woman who introduced this black girl to the job was said to be her biological mother. She told him that as long as the salary was paid according to the standard of a regular worker, the girl would not resist no matter what he did.
He didn't believe it at first, but for the past half month, Zhong Xiaohua has been submissive, which makes him feel itchy!
Director Zhou couldn't help the excitement in his heart and wanted to continue to stick to Zhong Xiaohua's back.
Unexpectedly, the next second, a strong pulling sensation came from the back of the neck!
He cried out "Aiya" a few times, and because he didn't stand firmly, he was pulled away and thrown aside. He even fell hard on his butt, which made the female workers around him laugh.
Director Zhou's face was distorted with pain. He put on his glasses again and looked carefully.
"Zhong, Zhong Qiao?!"
His face turned from white to black in an instant.
Why did that bitch Zhong Qiao come back?
Didn’t Zhou Ping say that her family divorced her?
He thought about Zhong Qiao, a woman who was alone and helpless in Suzhou, without the protection of her husband's family. She might be living under a bridge picking up scraps with her worthless daughter.
Why does it look like... a little more refined now than before?
"Director Zhou, long time no see." Zhong Qiao smiled slightly.
"Zhong Qiao, are you looking for death?" Director Zhou reacted, supporting his fat body and gasping for breath.
This bastard Zhong Qiao has always been cowardly and incompetent. I used to keep my tail between my legs when I saw him. How dare he push him now?
Zhong Xiaohua, who had been crying silently, also heard the noise. She turned her stiff neck in time and looked over.
"Sister Zhong, Sister Zhong Qiao." Her eyes were filled with tears, unable to hide her surprise.
Zhong Qiao glanced at her and was also stunned.
Looking at this familiar workstation, Zhong Qiao suddenly realized that the so-called new replacement was Zhong Xiaohua.
Zhong Xiaohua was stunned for a moment. Seeing her colleagues pointing and hearing some light discussions, she seemed to have thought of something and her face gradually turned pale.
"Sister Zhong Qiao, you're not the third-level worker, are you? I, I really didn't know it was you."
She explained incoherently: "My mother asked me to come. If I knew it was your position, I would definitely not come. No one told me..."
Zhong Qiao was about to speak when he was interrupted by the furious Director Zhou.
"Zhong Qiao, you've been fired. Why are you back now? And you brought help with you?"
He peeked at the three people behind Zhong Qiao and recognized Song Shuling.
"Song Shuling, what are you doing standing there? Don't you want to work anymore?"
"I have been transferred to the seventh workshop by Sister Ji. It is no longer under your jurisdiction, Zhou Qiang!" Song Shuling's face flushed red and she replied hesitantly.
Zhou Qiang sneered: "Okay, you two are going to rebel. Don't think Ji Qiuhua has any ability. If I want you to get out, it will take only a few minutes!"
"Zhong Qiao, don't you just want to go back to work?" Zhou Qiang looked at Zhong Qiao again, his face full of contempt. "I'm telling you clearly right now, you can't. It's impossible in this lifetime."
"Did you see that?" Zhou Qiang pointed at the reserved Zhong Xiaohua beside him, "Our ninth workshop can still function without you."
"There's no place for you, Zhong Qiao, in our Ninth Workshop. If you know what's good for you, leave now and don't make me ask someone to kick you out."
"You——" Mr. and Mrs. Zhong were shaking with anger.
From the moment they entered the factory, saw the narrow space covered with putty, and heard the deafening noise of the machines, they were completely overwhelmed.
Looking again, there was a stupid leader showing off his power and trying to intimidate their Qiao Qiao.
The pity and guilt he originally felt for Zhong Qiao suddenly turned into long-suppressed hatred towards Director Zhou.
They are not even dead yet, but this fat pig is already calling Qiao Qiao a bitch. I can’t imagine what kind of life Qiao Qiao had lived before!
Zhong Qiao quickly grabbed the two people who were shaking with anger, and then said something that made Zhou Qiang's jaw drop.
"Zhou Qiang, I'm here to get my salary back."
"Besides." Zhong Qiao raised her chin slightly and said in a resounding voice, "I quit!"
"What did you say?" After a long while, Zhou Qiang scratched his ears with his fingers and said in disbelief, "You quit? You come to ask for your salary?"
He thought that Zhong Qiao would panic or be unwilling, and wanted to take this opportunity to kill the chicken to scare the monkey, so that those old employees who have a good relationship with Zhong Qiao can see who is the king here!
I never thought that Zhong Qiao really quit?
Moreover, they came to ask for wages...
Thinking of Zhong Qiao's salary, Zhou Qiang's eyes flickered with a hint of guilt and panic.
He cleared his throat a few times and said seriously, "Zhong Qiao, don't disturb other people's work. Except for Song Shuling, the rest of you should follow me to the office."
The camera turned and Zhou Qiang was leaning back in his chair leisurely, shaking his enamel cup with a mandarin duck pattern, squinting his eyes and taking a sip of strong tea comfortably.
There are five or six people in the office, but there is no shortage of people coming and going.
Zhou Qiang just crossed his legs, smiled and shook his head, looking like a know-it-all.
"Hey, I'm not saying anything bad about you, Zhong Qiao, but look at you. You're a good college student, why don't you study hard instead of being a third-level worker in the factory? Let me tell you, today I'm going to teach you how to behave."
He shook his head, immersed in his own world, and talked endlessly.
Mr. Zhong couldn't help but frown: "Comrade, where is my daughter's salary? We just want to get it back, don't tell us anything else——"
Zhou Qiang interrupted Zhong's father and said, "Hey, it's not that I won't give it to you. You low-class people just don't have patience. I haven't even finished speaking, and you interrupt me again. You're not right, you know? In the eyes of people like us who are more sophisticated, this is a lack of education."
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