Qiu Jingwen dialed the workshop's internal phone line, which did not require transfer through the switchboard.
After the call was connected, the other party asked:
"Hello, who are you looking for?"
It's a girl's voice.
The noise in Duliang is very loud and also very crisp.
Qiu Jingwen spoke into the microphone:
"This is Qiu Jingwen. Let my son Qiu Yang answer the phone."
Upon hearing this, the girl immediately stood up straight.
"Oh, it's Director Qiu. Please wait a moment."
As he spoke, Qiu Jingwen heard a girl's voice coming from the other end of the phone.
"Qiuyang, Qiuyang, the phone, your phone!"
now,
A handsome young man in work clothes and a hard hat asked in this direction:
"Xiao Wei, whose phone is that?"
"Your dad's on the phone."
Qiu Yang was holding a wrench and tightening screws on a reactor. He waved the wrench at the girl.
"Xiaowei, tell my dad I'm at work right now. I'll call his office back in a bit."
Su Xiaowei glared fiercely at Qiu Yang and replied:
"Oh well".
After saying that, she spoke gently into the microphone.
"Director Qiu, you heard that, right? Qiu Yang is busy with work right now. He said he'll call you back in a bit."
Qiu Jingwen said thank you on the phone and then hung up.
He lit another Pegasus cigarette and started smoking it continuously.
Ever since Liu Han suddenly barged into his life on that rainy day, Qiu Jingwen has been smoking heavily. He used to smoke a pack every two days at most, but recently it has turned into almost two packs a day.
If smoking could alleviate a person's inner fears and stress, how wonderful that would be.
It turned out that Liu Han's appearance had caused him to worry that his identity as a secret agent would be exposed, leaving him in a state of anxiety and fear.
Later, he began to devise a plan to eliminate Liu Han and defused that ticking time bomb.
He had even planned to bring his tools and wait for the right moment to strike. He didn't expect that Liu Han only extorted three thousand yuan from him and didn't give him any tasks from his superiors, such as stealing top-secret information from the factory or causing sabotage or explosions. So he relaxed.
Little did anyone know that this old geezer was not only greedy for money, but also lusted after Qiu Jingwen's wife's beauty.
Now, his wife, who claims to have been trained as a special agent since her teenage years, has actually killed Liu Han!
Logically speaking, this would have eliminated the hidden danger for him, but Qiu Jingwen's anxiety and fear intensified, often making him feel like he was suffocating.
Although he had just come down to the workshop and was mingling with the workers, he was actually thinking about some things all the time.
After she finished her cigarette, statistician Zhang Xiaohui knocked on the door and came in.
She walked up to Qiu Jingwen and smiled, revealing her teeth.
"Director Qiu, these are the monthly performance evaluation forms for each work section. The two deputy directors have already signed them. Please sign them last."
The monthly performance evaluation forms in the workshop are linked to wages and bonuses, and Qiu Jingwen only signs them off.
Normally, he would probably open it up and look at it carefully before signing it.
And today,
He picked up the pen and quickly signed his name and the date.
Seeing that Director Qiu hadn't even glanced at him, Zhang Xiaohui gave him a gentle smile.
"Director Qiu, aren't you going to take a look?"
Qiu Jingwen looked up at Zhang Xiaohui.
He didn't answer the question about what he had seen, but instead asked:
"Zhang Xiaohui, how did things go when you took leave to go home last time? Did everything go smoothly?"
Zhang Xiaohui was a sensible person. She knew that Qiu Jingwen was referring to her divorce from her husband, so she gave a bitter smile.
"Yeah, it's over. It's good to be divorced. I feel so much lighter now. It saves me from having to think about him and that opera singer when I see Yang Xiaoguang back in the county. Just thinking about them doing those dirty things makes me feel disgusted."
Qiu Jingwen did not respond, but instead picked up his teacup and took a sip of tea.
Zhang Xiaohui probably recalled the sensational murder case that had rocked the entire factory, and looked at Qiu Jingwen, saying:
"Director Qiu, you know about the murder case, right?"
Qiu Jingwen nodded in response.
"I know, it was broadcast several times on the radio this morning, how could I not know?"
"Director, who do you think killed that old man?"
What do you think?
"I---I---I'm not part of the public security investigation team. By the way, Director Qiu, I've heard that there are spies causing sabotage at several nearby military factories. Do you think there might be spies hiding in our Hongqi Factory?"
Qiu Jingwen didn't respond, but stared at Zhang Xiaohui and said irritably:
"Zhang Xiaohui, you're not working and you're really bored, aren't you? Whether there are spies in our factory is a matter for the police to investigate. Why are you meddling in this?!"
Zhang Xiaohui's face flushed red after Qiu Jingwen's retort.
Since being transferred from her employee position to the workshop office as a statistician, Zhang Xiaohui had essentially been working alongside Qiu Jingwen. In her mind, this was the first time in years that Director Qiu Jingwen had spoken to her in such a tone. The approachable, gentle, and scholarly director seemed like a painter who had suddenly changed his painting style!
Zhang Xiaohui felt her face flush and her heart beat faster.
"I'm sorry, Director, I shouldn't have talked to you about the murder case."
With that, she turned and left, her face full of grievance.
Qiu Jingwen naturally realized that he was acting a little strangely.
He watched Zhang Xiaohui's retreating figure, thinking to himself:
Zhang Xiaohui, Zhang Xiaohui, why do you always bring up things that shouldn't be brought up?
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