"Yes, if all else fails, go to the director of the Women's Federation. If you can't beat them, complain or cry. At worst, find a crowded place and drown yourself."
After Shen Qiaoyue finished speaking, the three people looked uneasy and stared at her.
Who would encourage someone to die?
"It's definitely not a real suicide attempt. It's to spread the word that you were bullied, bullied to the point of wanting to kill yourself, to tell everyone that you were exploited, that Yang Qingcheng took all your money, and that you couldn't survive. You have no money to live on, you've been bullied, and your dignity is worthless." Although this method is unseemly, it's the only way to subdue Yang Qingcheng. "Like I just said, I hit the nail on the head. She knew she was in the wrong, so she ran away! You have evidence too. Every month when you collect your wages, so many people are watching. What are you afraid of?"
As Zhang Hongying listened, she thought to herself that Shen Qiaoyue was right.
“I agree. Saving face isn’t important in life. If you live well, face will naturally come. Cowardice won’t solve anything. We’re powerless, so we naturally need to rely on others to help us. Making a scene would hurt everyone, so we definitely want to calm things down properly, especially the brigade director, village head, and secretary.”
Jiang Jinyao followed up on what Shen Qiaoyue was saying.
Ye Hualan nodded in agreement, saying, "I think so too."
Although Zhang Hongying didn't say anything, her silence didn't seem to bother her.
A wicked smile flashed across Shen Qiaoyue's lips, but it quickly disappeared.
"By the way, Hongying, your brother and Yang Qingcheng have been married for many years. Last time I saw Yang Qingcheng with a ten-year-old child, is that your nephew?" Shen Qiaoyue remembered it very well. Yang Qingcheng's son was pregnant with another man before marriage, and that man was also a man from this factory.
“Yes, my nephew is exactly ten years old.” Zhang Hongying looked up at Shen Qiaoyue with a puzzled expression.
“It’s your nephew. A while ago, I saw your sister-in-law taking the child shopping with our deputy section chief of the fabric department. The child looked a lot like Deputy Section Chief Li. I thought it was Deputy Section Chief Li asking her to help buy things for the child. But it turns out…” Shen Qiaoyue stopped halfway through her sentence and immediately explained with a sheepish smile, “Sorry! I might have been mistaken. He might not be your nephew.”
Zhang Hongying seemed to have picked up on some information.
My second brother left home after ten years, and passed away less than two days after his wedding night.
Moreover, my second brother really disliked this marriage. If it weren't for my mother forcing him, he wouldn't have gone through with it.
Not long after her brother left, Yang Qingcheng found out she was pregnant. She gave birth to the child when she was eight months pregnant, supposedly due to the shock of the birth.
Zhang Hongying felt that all of this was traceable.
“Deputy Section Chief Li only has nephews, no sons!” Zhang Hongying replied blankly.
Upon hearing Shen Qiaoyue's words, Ye Hualan looked at Zhang Hongying and quickly said, "I've met your nephew before. When he came to the factory and stood next to Deputy Section Chief Li's nephew, I also thought they looked alike. Their eyes are exactly the same, and many people thought they were brothers."
He spoke very softly.
The nephew also bears a resemblance to Deputy Section Chief Li. It's easy to guess what kind of conclusion a clever person would draw from the resemblance between Yang Qingcheng's son and Deputy Section Chief Li's nephew.
Shen Qiaoyue achieved her goal.
Yang Qingcheng's child had visited the factory and, after being reminded, was able to quickly spot the problem.
No one continued the topic, as it concerned their personal reputation.
After eating, I went back to the office.
After Jiang Jinyao closed the door, she looked at Shen Qiaoyue with a smile on her face.
"What are you laughing at?" Shen Qiaoyue could tell from Jiang Jinyao's eyes that she seemed to know Shen Qiaoyue's purpose.
Jiang Jinyao whispered, "Are you doing this on purpose?"
"How do you know?" Shen Qiaoyue would never admit it.
Jiang Jinyao, however, was very clever. She analyzed the situation and said, "Zhang Hongying is no match for Yang Qingcheng, and the grudge has been brewing for a long time. But now that you've reminded her like this, Zhang Hongying will definitely learn her lesson and will soon come up with a good way to deal with Yang Qingcheng. You're using someone else to do your dirty work; you're ruthless enough!"
After hearing what Jiang Jinyao said, Shen Qiaoyue did not respond. Instead, she smiled, stretched, and said, "I don't have any. You should rest for a bit. You have to go to work soon."
Since we're going to work in this factory, we definitely need to eliminate any potential hazards.
I was very annoyed by Deputy Section Chief Li's attitude; he was constantly targeting Shen Qiaoyue during the meeting.
Using someone else to do the dirty work—killing two birds with one stone.
Ye Hualan is young and promising. If Yang Qingcheng's lover is dismissed, she will have the opportunity to become a deputy section chief, whose salary and benefits are much better than those of a workshop director.
Now, let's see how the two of them retaliate.
Jiang Jinyao understood Shen Qiaoyue's feelings; at this moment, it was best not to say certain things.
In the afternoon, Shen Qiaoyue went to the workshop to learn about the production situation, visiting several workshops.
Around 3 PM, someone knocked on Lü Zhengshan's office door.
"Knock knock knock!"
"Come in."
Lü Zhengshan is writing a work report.
Seeing Shen Qiaoyue come in, he quickly asked, "Have you encountered any difficulties at work?"
Shen Qiaoyue shook her head and smiled, "No, I just came to report on my work. I'd like to apply to go to the city tomorrow."
Lu Zhengshan looked at Shen Qiaoyue with curiosity.
"Well, I used to live in the city. There was a small workshop that produced fabrics. Their craftsmanship was passed down from ancient times. The production of those fabrics is very useful to us. Let's see if we can go and learn some knowledge from them. I'd like to take Comrade Jiang with me." Shen Qiaoyue suggested cautiously.
Lu Zhengshan thought for a moment and nodded, saying, "That's fine. I'll have the factory issue a letter of introduction later. When you go, bring some gifts with you. That old man is very old and may not be willing to teach you."
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