Chapter 26: Capitalists are good at making big promises
Zhong Qiao explained everything to the factory union.
Director Ji, Ji Qiuhua, and Song Shuling also rushed over after hearing the noise, but the matter had become a big deal and it was beyond their position to intervene, so they could only wait and see what happened.
Zhou Qiang's hair was tangled like weeds. He held his glasses and cried, "Don't listen to what these outsiders say. I dare not deduct their wages. I always follow the rules and regulations. This family has its own rules, and the factory has its own rules. If they are all making trouble like this, what should we do with others?"
The head of the factory union said coldly, "Zhou Qiang, that's enough. Your tactics in front of others won't work here. This isn't the first or second time you've been beaten. How many times have you been beaten? And you still don't listen to advice?"
"I...I..." Zhou Qiang, who was originally arrogant and looked down on others, turned pale in an instant.
The factory union and others looked at each other, their faces revealing a bit of contempt for Zhou Qiang.
Everyone knew that Zhou Qiang came in through the back door. For the sake of his superiors, they could turn a blind eye to it. However, Zhou Qiang became arrogant after becoming a small leader and acted like an emperor.
Either they withhold other people's wages and create obstacles for others, or they harass female workers in the factory.
Reported several times, but refused to change.
If you walk by the river, your shoes will get wet. It must be that your boat capsized in the gutter.
I was beaten up by a woman. It was so embarrassing!
Not to mention that other people in the factory were unhappy with him, they had also long wanted to kick this bad apple out.
Zhou Qiang thought for a long time and hesitantly made up an excuse: "I was just joking with them. Who knew they were so bad at taking a joke?"
Zhong Qiao laughed and said, "Are you kidding?"
"How about I make a joke about your salary? Everyone here today can get a share of your salary. Whoever sees it gets a share. Is that okay with you?"
Seeing no one joining in, Song Shuling continued, "Yes, Director Zhou, where's your salary? Everyone who sees it gets a share!"
As she took the lead, the others began to whisper to each other, each with their own ulterior motives.
Some people don't want to offend either side, so naturally they are unwilling to speak.
But it is different for the unmarried female workers who are often harassed by Zhou Qiang.
After finally seeing Zhou Qiang get humiliated, they were holding back their anger and waiting to vent it, but soon, they burst into laughter and joined in the ridicule with innuendos.
"Director Zhou, thank you very much. Please give us your salary as soon as possible."
"Thank you, Director Zhou!"
“…”
Women in this era all value their reputation. Zhou Qiang took advantage of his position as a leader and took advantage of them. In his eyes, they were just a group of sows waiting for him to slaughter!
He never thought that the "sows" he had always looked down upon would fight back against him!
Zhou Qiang was so angry that smoke came out of his nostrils: "You! You!"
He did not dare to offend the public, so he focused his hateful and cold gaze on the "culprit" Zhong Qiao.
Damn Zhong Qiao, divorced by the Xu family, and still not at peace with herself even though she has a burden!
Zhou Qiang's heart was burning with anger, and he stared at Zhong Qiao, as if he wanted to skin her alive and chew her up in his stomach to feel relieved.
Zhong Qiao sneered, looking calm and composed, and straightened his back for him to see, which almost made the petty Zhou Qiang's nose crooked with anger!
"Okay, nothing happened, let's go back to work." One of the factory union leaders clapped his hands and shouted, trying to drive away the factory workers who came to watch the show.
The factory workers wanted to continue laughing at Zhou Qiang, but under pressure from their superiors, they had no choice but to leave in disappointment.
Song Shuling was pushed around by the crowd going against the flow and was a little hesitant.
I don’t know if Zhong Qiao can handle these old foxes.
"Song Shuling, what are you doing? Don't you have to work anymore?" Ji Qiuhua had a cold face and shouted harshly, but at an angle that no one else could see, she frowned and gave Song Shuling a look.
Walk.
Song Shuling bit her lip and continued to hesitate.
Ji Qiuhua was helpless and gently pushed Song Shuling. She said in a voice that only they could hear, "You have offended Zhou Qiang. He is the most cunning one. He will definitely make things difficult for you in the future."
Song Shuling was unconvinced and curled her lips: "At worst, you can fire me. I'm the only one in my family anyway, and I won't starve no matter what."
Ji Qiuhua quickly covered the little girl's mouth and looked back. Fortunately, no one was paying attention to this side.
"Song Shuling, if you don't leave, I will tell your old man." Ji Qiuhua issued an ultimatum.
Song Shuling's expression changed slightly.
The person she feared most in her life was the old man in her family. He was very sharp-tongued and when they quarreled, she would be unable to hold her head up in front of the neighbors for a month.
"I'll just leave."
Song Shuling pouted in grievance, but her watery almond eyes remained glued to Zhong Qiao until she was dragged away by Ji Qiuhua.
Apart from Zhong Qiao and others, the only ones left were the workshop directors in a few important positions.
"I know you, Comrade Zhong Qiao."
The leader of the factory union was a middle-aged man wearing an old, washed work uniform and a pair of silver-framed reading glasses. He looked calm and capable.
He stood with his hands behind his back among the group of people, standing out from the crowd with outstanding temperament. He looked at Zhong Qiao with admiration.
"I was a skilled worker in the Ninth Workshop. You suddenly stopped coming. I asked Zhou Qiang about it, and he said you were absent from work. I didn't expect there was such a connection."
Zhong Qiao was stunned. In just a few seconds, she searched her memory and was sure that she had no connection with this person.
The middle-aged man smiled amiably. "It's understandable that you don't remember me, but I'm glad I remember you. According to the employee handbook, the production line you were in charge of had the best output every year. I was thinking of promoting you to Workshop One this year, but it was such a coincidence that you went back home to have the baby before I could even get there."
Zhong Qiao nodded politely, but felt amused in his heart.
In her previous life, she tried every possible way to get back to work, begged all the directors, and humbled herself to the dust, but was still made difficult by Zhou Qiang, and there was no response from her superiors, as if she didn't exist.
Not to mention promotion, a lot of salary was deducted.
This old man speaks one thing to one person and another thing to another person, and his words are all very exaggerated!
If she hadn't lived her life over again, and if Xinzi hadn't been in her thirties and had the mental capacity of a person in her early twenties, she would have definitely felt valued the moment she heard these words. What a great person the leader is!
Zhong Qiao sighed.
It is said that those who can sit in the position of factory union are more scheming than old foxes who have cultivated themselves into spirits. They either have powerful family backgrounds or are extremely scheming, and they especially like to paint a rosy picture for the factory workers.
Today she finally saw it.
As expected, no matter what era it is, capitalists love to do this.
Zhong Qiao cleared his throat a few times and got to the point: "Isn't it time to settle my salary?"
"Yes, of course."
The middle-aged man smiled and nodded, then turned around and looked at a female accountant with a slightly cold expression. Almost in an instant, a sense of oppression came over him.
"Chen Xiu, please recheck Comrade Zhong Qiao's salary now. Don't let the working people feel disheartened."
As for Zhou Qiang.
The middle-aged man frowned and glanced at Zhou Qiang, who looked indignant, with a look of ice in his eyes.
It's not too late to settle the score later. He should return whatever he took. This is a good opportunity to make an example of him to teach him a lesson.
Zhou Ping quickly pulled Xu Lili behind the machine, sticking out her big butt, looking around, and her green eyes rolling around.
"Why haven't you taken out the money yet? What are you complaining about?" Zhou Ping couldn't help but curse a few times and spat fiercely.
"Mom, why do we have to act like thieves?"
Xu Lili was crushed half to death, her back hunched over like a little old lady. She did not forget to push the drunk Xu Xiucheng, with disgust on her face.
Zhou Ping ignored her until she saw the female accountant come out with a booklet and a thick stack of bills in her hand. Her eyes suddenly lit up.
Her chance has finally come!
Xu Xiucheng, who was drunk and unconscious on Xu Lili's shoulder, lay on his back with his legs spread out, his smelly mouth open, and yawned lazily.
He is about to wake up.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
