“Zhao Shufen, if your son is gone, I advise you to go find him as soon as possible.”
Just as Jiang Qiaoqiao was about to unleash her ultimate move, Huo Beixiao spoke first, "If you can't find him, according to the regulations, if he is absent from work without cause for more than 15 days, he can be fired directly."
After you're fired, this house won't be where you can live anymore!
Huo Beixiao's voice was cold.
Aunt Zhao seemed to have given up and wanted to cause more trouble.
Suddenly, an old man from next door stumbled out.
"Smack!"
Grandpa Wang slapped Grandma Zhao across the face. "What are you still making a scene for? Aren't you embarrassed enough already?"
As he spoke, he grabbed Zhao Shufen's arm and dragged her towards his home.
Zhao Shufen screamed like a pig being slaughtered, but she couldn't resist at all and could only curse in various foul language.
"She won't be staying here for many more days," Huo Beixiao's voice rang in my ears.
Jiang Qiaoqiao nodded.
She politely greeted the onlookers in the courtyard and prepared to leave with Huo Beixiao, but noticed that everyone was looking at her strangely.
When Aunt Xie looked over, she quickly hid a newspaper behind her back.
Jiang Qiaoqiao didn't think much of it. Anyway, ever since she came to the staff and family compound, she had become the topic of conversation among everyone, and they were already numb to it.
Zhu Dong was already waiting for them in his car at the entrance of the staff and family compound.
As soon as she got into the car, she saw the latest newspaper on the shelf.
In this era, the ways to obtain information were limited, and newspapers were the most useful of them all.
She habitually picked up the newspaper and started flipping through it.
Suddenly, she noticed a tiny page at the very bottom of the newspaper with the word "Statement" written on it, and then the name Jiang Qiaoqiao immediately caught her eye.
The next moment, a smile unconsciously spread across her face.
She even grabbed Huo Beixiao's arm excitedly, "Beixiao, look, they published a statement in the newspaper!"
Huo Beixiao felt that soft, boneless little hand, and a smile appeared on his lips that he himself did not realize.
He reached out and took the newspaper from Jiang Qiaoqiao's hand.
I was startled to see a statement in the lower right corner of the newspaper from Jiang Jiahua and his family severing ties with Jiang Qiaoqiao.
As he watched Jiang Qiaoqiao's happy expression, the corners of his mouth curved upwards and widened.
He couldn't resist reaching out and ruffling the woman's soft hair. "It's worth celebrating."
"Dongzi, when we get to the provincial capital, let's go to the department store first."
*
On the other side, Jiang Jiahua was riding his bicycle to work at the factory.
Suddenly, Li Guodong, the production director of the food factory, rode up on his bicycle and said with a fawning smile, "Deputy Factory Director Jiang, congratulations!"
Jiang Jiahua assumed Li Guodong was congratulating him on severing ties with his troublesome daughter, and feigned disappointment, sighing, "Sigh, Lao Li, you're just putting me down. I had no choice but to do this. Children are all debts, but my family's debt is just too heavy. My old bones simply can't bear it anymore!"
When Li Guodong heard Jiang Jiahua's words, he was puzzled for a moment, but then he felt that Jiang Jiahua was being deliberately modest.
He gripped the handlebars of his bicycle with one hand, patted Jiang Jiahua on the shoulder, and said, “Deputy Factory Director Jiang, you’re being too modest! Not only did your daughter and son-in-law take over such a large cement factory, but they also secured a huge order right after buying it.”
If your children are still a debt, then my children aren't even worth as much as char siu!
Jiang Jiahua froze, instinctively stopping his bicycle, and looked at Li Guodong in disbelief, "What did you say?"
Li Guodong also looked puzzled. "You didn't know that the cement plant was privatized and the buyer was Huo Beixiao, who is your son-in-law?"
"No, what was the next sentence you just said?"
"The cement plant has landed a big order. They're building roads and apartments in Shenzhen and Haicheng right now, so they need a lot of cement. The cement plant said they were going to lay off workers, but now they're not only not laying off any, they're actually hiring and working overtime to produce!"
After Li Guodong finished speaking, he said with envy, "Old Jiang, you have two good sons and such a promising son-in-law. You can just wait to enjoy your retirement!"
Jiang Jiahua stood there, stunned, and didn't react until Li Guodong had ridden his bicycle far away.
After a while, he turned his bicycle around and rode home.
The Jiang family.
Peng Cuiying was leaning against the sofa, and Jiang Yiran was standing beside her, wringing out a handkerchief and applying a hot towel to relieve her pain.
Upon seeing Jiang Jiahua return, Jiang Yiran respectfully greeted him, "Dad."
"Didn't you go to work? Why are you back again?" Peng Cuiying asked, puzzled.
Jiang Jiahua ignored the two of them and rushed to the telephone, hurriedly dialing the newspaper's number.
I want the newspaper to remove yesterday's statement severing ties from its publication.
However, the reply was that the notice had not only been published but also printed and distributed, making it impossible to cancel.
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Jiahua felt as if his soul had been ripped out. He took two steps and almost tripped.
"Old Jiang, what's wrong with you?" Peng Cuiying asked suspiciously, and then showed Jiang Jiahua the newspaper on the coffee table. "Isn't our statement about breaking off relations with that brat already printed in the newspaper? Why are you thinking of canceling it now?"
Upon hearing Peng Cuiying's words, Jiang Jiahua remembered that it was she who had urged him to quickly publish a notice in the newspaper to sever ties with Jiang Qiaoqiao yesterday.
His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Peng Cuiying and charged at her angrily.
They didn't care whether Peng Cuiying was still suffering from a headache or was sick.
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