Chapter 25: Spit Out My Salary (2)
Mother Zhong's eyebrows were twitching. "Okay, are you done? Can you settle our wages quickly? We still have things to do."
"I'm telling you all this, you'll all be thanking me in the future, okay?"
Zhou Qiang clicked his tongue, a look of contempt on his face, and continued to chatter, shaking his head and putting on the look of a leader.
"I will definitely calculate the money before giving it to you, but I have to teach you a lesson, otherwise you will suffer in the future. You guys, listen to my teachings and just be happy. You will benefit from them for the rest of your lives."
He took out a stack of paper bags with names written on them. They were used to pay workers' wages. He counted them again and again, but just held them in his hand and refused to give them to Zhong Qiao, still lecturing him.
"Look at you, Zhong Qiao, a college student, and you've become like this. It's shameful. When I was your age, I—"
Zhong Qiao caught a glimpse of the paper package in his hand, which had her name written on it, and quickly took it away.
Zhou Qiang was caught off guard by the jerk and his face turned pale. "Zhong Qiao, why are you so anxious? I haven't finished talking yet."
Zhong Qiao frowned, too lazy to listen to his nonsense, and was about to open the package of paper in front of Zhou Qiang. The next moment, she felt something was wrong.
If memory served him correctly, Zhong Qiao remembered that when each worker received their monthly salary, no one except the worker was allowed to open the paper package, but——
Zhong Qiao squeezed the paper bag.
The paper package was wrinkled, obviously it had been opened a long time ago.
She immediately looked at Zhou Qiang, who was the most suspicious.
Zhou Qiang avoided the sharp gaze and was glanced at by Zhong Qiao with a scrutinizing look. He took a sip of strong tea leisurely, but his back was already soaked with sweat.
"Zhong Qiao."
Zhou Qiang's Adam's apple rolled, as if he wanted to swallow his guilty conscience.
"Get the money and leave right away. Don't cause any trouble here, okay? The Suzhou factory isn't big, and I know people here. If you want to continue working in Suzhou, as an outsider, you better behave yourself."
There were threats in his words, but with his fat face and small green bean eyes, Zhong Qiao couldn't help laughing.
"What's the rush?"
Zhong Qiao imitated his previous tone and said slowly, "Director Zhou, you just have no patience. I haven't said anything yet, and you're impatient again. This is not right, you know? Accounts cannot be sloppy. They must be calculated carefully."
Zhong Qiao caught a glimpse of Zhou Qiang's face gradually becoming filled with anger, and he became more and more convinced that his salary must have been tampered with.
After unpacking, she counted them very carefully.
After checking, it turned out that there were indeed fewer.
Zhong Qiao's salary was settled every six months. He had received two advance payments before, so he had 240 yuan left, as well as various subsidies and meat coupons. However, only 60 yuan was left, and all the meat coupons were gone.
Zhou Qiang's eyes were a little flustered, but he pretended to be calm and took a sip of tea.
"Zhong Qiao, you're already absent from work. Just take this little money I'm giving you. Don't be ungrateful. If I weren't kindhearted, I wouldn't give you a penny, understand?"
Zhong Qiao was so angry that he almost laughed at his bandit logic.
At no time in history has there been any law that provides for the deduction of large amounts of wages for absence from work.
Moreover, she remembered very clearly that before giving birth, she had applied for maternity leave, but Zhou Qiang disagreed and kept threatening her with absenteeism.
Zhong Qiao clutched the crumpled paper bag, his expression cold and frosty.
"Zhou Qiang, I'm trying to be nice to you. You really think you're nothing. I'm going to give you one more chance. Where's my salary? Pay it back to me, or we'll go to the Revolutionary Committee and demand an explanation."
Zhou Qiang put the enamel cup down heavily, stood up, looked down at Zhong Qiao condescendingly, and his voice gradually became louder.
"You're a family of 'savages'! What are you yelling about? I didn't owe you any money. I'm doing things according to the rules. It's no use talking to the Revolutionary Committee, the trade union, or the leaders."
Zhou Qiang has always had a bad temper, and this was the first time he was threatened in person. In his rage, his fat and greasy paw pointed at Zhong Qiao, almost poking his face.
Zhong Qiao sneered and gave Zhong's father and mother a look.
Zhong's father and mother had been observing Zhong Qiao's reaction. When they heard her decisive tone and saw her eyes, they immediately took the brunt of the attack. Like two eunuchs guarding a royal carriage in ancient times, they stood on both sides to protect Zhong Qiao.
"You dare to bully my daughter? I'll make you pay!"
Mother Zhong rushed over and gave him a good beating.
When women fight, they naturally don't have to use their fists like men.
But women's scratching, hair pulling, and arm twisting are not very lethal, but extremely insulting.
Zhou Qiang's glasses were knocked away. Although they didn't break, the damage was greatly reduced.
He fumbled for his glasses in a panic, holding his head and running around.
The people in the office who were originally indifferent and numb began to move and looked towards Zhou Qiang.
Someone whispered, "What's going on? Is Zhou Qiang withholding wages again?"
"Hey, keep your voice down. You dare to say that even though you came in through the back door? Be careful or I'll make things difficult for you in the future."
"I've been fed up with his face for a long time, and this is karma." Someone gloated over his misfortune and cursed him harshly, "Serves him right."
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Zhou Qiang is not tall and weighs about 180 pounds. Due to long-term indulgence and lack of exercise, the flesh on his body is as fat as several layers of swimming rings. After being beaten by Zhong's mother, it was painful but no scars were left.
"Ouch, ouch." Zhou Qiang rolled around the room in pain. "You bitch, how dare you lay hands on me? It turns out that none of you outsiders are good people!"
This caused quite a stir, and soon, someone, fearing that the matter would become a big deal, hurried to find the factory union.
"Mom, what's going on up ahead?"
Xu Lili looked out in confusion, but she was short and had to drag Xu Xiucheng on her shoulders to squeeze forward, so she could only see a pile of navy blue work clothes.
Zhou Ping was still pushing through the crowd, trying to find the Zhong family. She said impatiently, "Why do you care so much? Even if someone died next to you, it has nothing to do with you! Hurry up and look for Zhou Qiang, Zhong Qiao and the others. Don't let the Zhong family really get their wages."
Xu Lili glanced at Xu Xiucheng on her shoulder with disgust, and a sinister smile gradually appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"Mom, don't worry. Big Brother is here. Big Brother gets drunk, and when he sees Zhong Qiao's salary, he'll get drunk and rob the money. Then we can work together to make a big deal out of it. No matter what, the money won't go to the Zhong family."
Zhou Ping had never been to school and was completely unaware that she was pushing her eldest son into trouble. "That's right! At worst, let your brother tear up the money. That won't let the Zhong family get away with it."
They followed the crowd in, and Xu Lili, with her sharp eyes, actually saw the Zhong family directly.
The leader was holding the money and confronting several people. Wasn't she her ex-sister-in-law Zhong Qiao?
"Mom!" Xu Lili's eyes lit up as she exclaimed in surprise, "I found Zhong Qiao."
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