"What's the rush? Since Director Ye said he'd settle your wages, he won't lie to you. What's the hurry?"
Chen Zhenxing scolded everyone in exasperation, but secretly felt a sense of satisfaction.
Then he picked up a stack of papers and a bucket of pencils that had been prepared on the long table, and waved them in front of everyone. "See these two things?"
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Don't you all keep track of your attendance and wages? What I mean is, each of you take a piece of paper and a pen, and write down the wages the factory owes you. It would be best to include the number of days you attended each month. Do you understand?"
After saying that, Chen Zhenxing handed the paper and pencil to the people in the front row, "Here, help me pass this down."
At the front was a short young man who kept a piece of paper and a pencil for himself and quickly handed them to the people behind him.
The same was true for those behind them.
The paper and pens were distributed in no time, and some people even took an extra pen and secretly hid it in their sleeves, always trying to take advantage of others.
Ye Yun gave Chen Zhenxing a wink.
Chen Zhenxing immediately walked towards the older woman.
The aunt who was secretly hiding the pencil worked in the kitchen. She had just tucked the pencil into her sleeve when she looked up and met Chen Zhenxing's smiling face.
"Sister Chen, what are you doing?" Chen Zhenxing asked with a smile, glancing at her sleeve.
Sister Chen's expression froze. "Factory manager, what can I do? I just record... record wages!"
"Yeah?"
Chen Zhenxing grabbed her wrist, squeezed it through the fabric, and almost immediately felt the hard texture of a pencil before pulling it out of her sleeve.
"Sister Chen, look at this pencil. It looks exactly like the pencils that were just issued at the factory." He held up the pencil and waved it in front of Sister Chen.
Sister Chen's face was ashen, and she said stubbornly, "How would I know..."
"You're hoarding things from the factory." Chen Zhenxing's expression changed, and he snorted coldly. "After you've calculated the wages, remember to deduct five cents from your own pay."
After saying that, he turned around and threw the pencil into the small metal bucket that was being passed around behind him.
Sister Chen, whose money was deducted on the spot, looked extremely ugly. She was so angry that she almost bit her teeth to pieces. Five cents could buy a lot of things.
I should have known she wouldn't have been greedy for that little pencil.
Those who witnessed this scene, whether they had any intention of taking advantage of the situation or not, dared not do so anymore.
The courtyard was unusually quiet.
The only sound was the scratching of a pencil as it wrote.
Some female workers couldn't write but could write numbers, so they would write the month and day, followed by the number of days worked and the total salary.
Those who can't even write numbers will quietly ask the person next to them who can to write them.
The voice was as soft as it could possibly be, and he would occasionally steal a glance at Ye Yun sitting behind the long table, afraid that a slightly louder voice would disturb her.
They're not stupid.
Although he didn't know what changes had occurred in the factory, Chen Zhenxing's attitude towards Ye Yun showed that the person in charge of the garment factory now was this young but very imposing female deputy factory director.
Moreover, this female deputy factory director is not someone to be trifled with.
After being warned by Ye Yun, most of the group behaved themselves obediently.
But there are always those with malicious intentions.
The middle-aged men who had been staring at the small bills looked at each other, then glanced at Ye Yun, a woman who was no match for a chicken, and a cunning glint appeared in their eyes.
After whispering among themselves, they each wrote down an exaggerated number on a piece of paper.
The factory can't remember their wages?
Then you can't blame them.
After they finished writing, they cast provocative glances at Ye Yun, who was sitting behind the long table counting money. They thought, "How are we going to get the money out of this young woman?"
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