Chapter 330: I gave you face, right?

Xu Fuyan's eyes lit up. This was indeed a good idea.

"Lao Guo, you can consider this method. You have no other way to raise money. You can only find a way to resolve the compensation by yourselves."

After all, more than 30,000 yuan is not a small amount. The monthly salary of office workers across the country is basically less than 50 yuan, some are less than 10 yuan, and the average is about 30 yuan.

The officers in the army were a little better, but when they heard about having to compensate for a vehicle, they dared not even listen.

It is even more impossible for a bank to lend such a large sum of money to a cotton textile factory.

"It's a good idea, but the old masters in our Kunshi Garment Factory can only make some old styles. They definitely can't make the fashionable styles that are now displayed in the Nanjing East Road stores in Shanghai."

The wrinkles between Guo Peisong's eyebrows formed the shape of the Chinese character "川", and he still didn't feel relaxed at all.

"As long as Mr. Duan agrees to give you a two-month grace period, I will help you cut some fashionable styles. You should be brave. As long as Mr. Duan sees that you have the ability to repay, he will definitely agree to give you time to raise the money."

Xu Fuxian, who was about to finish a cup of tea, thought that there was still a lot of work waiting for him to deal with at the headquarters. He couldn't sit still and said decisively: "My sister-in-law's suggestion is good. With her help, I believe it can be solved."

"I have something else to do at the headquarters, so I'll go back first."

Guo Peisong also stood up and looked at Xu Fuyan eagerly, but his eyes fell on Wang Ziru, "Can you really help me speak in front of Mr. Duan?"

"I can't guarantee it, but you can give it a try."

"Then let's go to the hospital now!" Guo Peisong couldn't think of any other solution, so he could only take one step at a time and try his luck.

Han Suijing: "We haven't had breakfast yet, come with us to eat."

The middle-aged man clasped his hands helplessly, with a smile on his face, looking like he was compromising.

When they arrived at a state-owned hotel near the military base, Han Suijing treated them to a meal and ordered fried dough sticks and rice porridge. After they had breakfast, they sent Wang Ziru to the hospital.

When they arrived at the hospital, President Han and his wife, along with Duan Jinan and his wife, had already arrived at the corridor outside the isolation ward.

Even Mr. Duan came to the hospital early to visit his eldest grandson.

"Suijing, Ziru, you are here." Old Duan had been standing in the corridor for a long time, looking towards the staircase frequently. When he saw them coming, he greeted them with a smile.

Guo Peisong didn't even have the courage to walk to the door of the isolation ward. Yesterday afternoon, he came to the hospital and saw Duan Suili. He was threatened and didn't dare to show up easily.

"Comrade Ziru, please help speak to Mr. Duan." Guo Peisong said anxiously, fearing that Wang Ziru would not help.

When Elder Duan saw the other party talking to Wang Ziru, his gray eyebrows knitted together, he strode over and shouted, "What are you doing in the hospital? My eldest grandson is still lying in the ward."

"Master, I came here with Comrade Ziru and the others to discuss something with Mr. Duan..."

Before Guo Peisong could finish his words, he was rudely interrupted by Mr. Duan.

"What are you discussing? Is the egg-sized hole on my grandson's chest fake? You have no money to pay, and you still dare to come and negotiate with the Duan family? What are you discussing? Get out of here."

In the quiet inpatient department, Mr. Duan’s reprimanding voice reached the isolation ward.

Commander Duan was receiving a visit from a group of quack doctors and said unhappily, "Who is the old man arguing with outside? He is so loud, did he meet an enemy?"

"I'll go out and take a look." Duan Suili's majestic figure quickly left the isolation ward.

When I went out, I saw Han Suijing's family coming to the hospital, as well as Guo Peisong, the manager of the cotton textile factory. He walked over quickly, took off his mask, revealing a handsome face with bright eyes like a star.

"Guo Peisong, what are you doing here? Are you here to give me money?"

There were a few sharp cold rays in his eyes.

"Mr. Duan..." When Guo Peisong saw this person, his face turned pale, his legs were as weak as sieves, and he cast a fierce look at Wang Ziru.

Wang Ziru glanced at the Han and Duan families gathered in the corridor and asked, "Is the commander okay last night? In the morning, Deputy Commander Xu brought Manager Guo to our house to discuss compensation, which delayed us."

"Well, the situation is relatively stable."

Duan Suili's eyes were dark, and when he looked at Wang Ziru, a beautiful curve appeared on the corners of his lips.

Turning around, his expression changed again.

"Well, we brought Manager Guo here. He wants to discuss something with my uncle..." Wang Ziru briefly told Duan Suili her thoughts and the method they discussed.

In the corridor, Dean Han and his wife's faces changed.

They were very angry. This kind of thing was neither something that Han Suijing could not handle at work nor was it that the deputy commander could not handle it and had to refer the matter to Han Suijing.

How come Wang Ziru, a woman, has such a long reach? Aren’t they worried about offending the Duan family?

The Duan family also felt strange.

Duan Jinan didn't say anything unpleasant on the surface, but he couldn't help but mutter to himself in his heart: "Why does the Han family's daughter-in-law always interfere in the affairs of the Duan family?"

At this time, Mrs. Duan saw that the situation was a bit stalemate, so she deliberately walked over and looked at her brother-in-law Duan Suili meaningfully. Finally, her eyes fell on Guo Peisong's face and sneered, "Your cotton mill's car hit my son, isn't it only natural that you should pay the money?"

"Isn't this giving you face? You asked an outsider like her to intervene and think you can solve the problem?"

"Sister-in-law!" Duan Suili shouted angrily. "Who told you to come over and interrupt?"

"No, Laojiu, are you..."

Mrs. Duan thought that her brother-in-law got angry after hearing what Wang Ziru said, thinking that she was meddling in other people's business!

Yes, Duan Suili was indeed very angry.

But what made him angry was not that the cotton textile factory wanted him to extend the two-month period, but that Wang Ziru agreed to help the cotton textile factory make a few ready-made garments and sell them on the market.

He has always felt that this is a resource that belongs exclusively to him.

It cannot and will not be used by others.

"Stand away from me!" Duan Suili pointed to the other side of the corridor and rudely ordered Mrs. Duan to leave.

The usually calm man revealed strong jealousy and dissatisfaction in his cold eyes, which was chilling.

Mrs. Duan suppressed her discomfort, her face flushed, her mouth trembling as she turned and walked towards her man Duan Jinan. At this moment, she despised herself in her heart for marrying a worthless person from the Duan family who had no say!

The ninth child, who was born several decades later than Duan Jinan, not only acted arbitrarily at home, but also did not give her, the eldest sister-in-law, any face when she was outside.

Could it be that he couldn’t see that the Han couple were there too?

Han Suijing roughly understood why Duan Suili was angry, and hurriedly tried to smooth things over: "If my uncle thinks this method doesn't work, then let the cotton textile factory raise money and pay the compensation as soon as possible."

Hearing Han Suijing say this, Guo Peisong was about to cry.

Not only would he not be able to borrow a penny, he might even be fired.

Duan Suili's gloomy expression softened a little, and he called Wang Ziru to a quiet place and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure you can help him build up the cotton textile factory business?"

"I'm definitely not sure. After all, I'm just an outsider. But I have a good eye. If they can seize the time and use all the fabrics in the factory to make ready-made clothes, they don't have to rely on others. They can talk to the big stores themselves."

"In terms of sales volume, it is definitely many times better than if he just relied on others."

"Okay, since you promised to help him, then go ahead. I believe in your ability." Duan Suili smiled fondly, "You can also ask about their cotton purchase."

After saying that, Duan Suili patted her shoulder very friendly.

Wang Ziru nodded, "Thank you, uncle, for your understanding."

The two of them returned to the corridor in front of the stairs. Duan Suili's eyes were still gloomy and scary. "You'd better keep your word. I'll give you two months. Don't let me rush you before the deadline."

"Yes, yes," Guo Peisong wiped the sweat from his forehead and thanked repeatedly.

Guo Peisong bowed to Wang Ziru and thanked her, then said, "I'll come see you later."

He hurried downstairs and left the inpatient department.

Mr. Duan put his hands behind his back, looking unhappy. "Their cotton textile factory has been having a hard time in recent years. I'm afraid this money will go down the drain."

But his son seemed not to have heard him and urged Wang Ziru to go into the ward first to help Duan Yanzhi check on his recovery.

"Okay, I'll go to their locker room and change my clothes."

Duan Suili nodded slightly, turned around and went straight back to the isolation ward.

In the corridor, everyone's eyes were fixed on Wang Ziru, and they watched her go downstairs to the doctors' locker room.

Han Suijing did not follow them down. Instead, he took Baoer's little hand and pointed in the direction of his grandparents.

"Bao'er, Daddy will take you to say hello to Grandpa and Grandma, okay?"

The little cute baby looked at the adults standing outside the isolation ward, frowned, and pouted her pink little mouth slightly, looking at Dean Han in embarrassment.

"It's okay, don't be afraid, Dad is here."

Han Dixing walked over with a thin figure and touched Baoer's head. "Baoer, go over there with your uncle."

"Mom said there are bad people outside, and I don't want to go over." Even though her father and uncle were there, Baoer still leaned tightly on Han Suijing's legs, and had no intention of getting close to her grandparents.

Fu Jiqiu, who was standing next to them, reached out to the little guy and said, "Bao'er, let's go to the staircase to play."

"All right."

The little cutie obediently stretched out his soft little hands, and the two children ran to the corner of the stairwell hand in hand to play.

Han Suijing turned his back and sighed helplessly.

"Don't worry, second brother. After a while, maybe the child will be willing to recognize grandpa and grandma." Han Dixing patted his second brother's shoulder and whispered comfortingly.

Mrs. Duan saw with her own eyes that the grandson of the Han family was unwilling to even come over and call out to her own grandparents.

With a strange light flashing in his eyes, he couldn't help but ask, "Director Han, you two haven't recognized your daughter-in-law yet, have you? Otherwise, how could this child not even want to call his own grandpa and grandma?"

"...Ah, Mrs. Duan, you don't know that we have always disagreed with their marriage." Dean Han sighed.

"Haha," Mrs. Duan nodded slightly, and with the attitude of a wealthy hostess, she smiled condescendingly:

"I understand the frustration you two feel. After all, if a family as meritorious as the Han family were to marry a peasant relative, how could you save face if this were to be known to others? You would be laughed at by your relatives and friends."

Just at this time, Wang Ziru went to the locker room, put on a white coat, a hat and a mask, and went up to the isolation ward floor.

Mrs. Duan's voice was neither too loud nor too low, and was full of sarcasm and ridicule, so that everyone in the corridor could hear it clearly.

Just then, she heard footsteps coming up the stairs and looked towards the figure slowly coming up.

The sarcasm at the corner of his mouth was so obvious.

Wang Ziru's calm expression suddenly turned gloomy, and with a hint of anger, she asked loudly: "Mrs. Duan, my parents are peasants, what's wrong with you?"

"A girl from a poor family can't get married?"

"Even if I take a step back, I'm not marrying your son. Why are you mocking my parents like this?"

As she spoke, Wang Ziru slowly raised her arms, and her fingers deftly untied the two cotton strings of the mask from behind her head, revealing her gloomy face.