Huang Xiaomin sighed inwardly, his stomach rumbling with hunger, and slowly fell asleep. In his drowsy state, he thought about going to find Fengying the next day to see if he could give her the two yuan.
The next day, before he even got off work, Huang Xiaofu sneaked out to find Miao Fengying.
"Fengying, when I bought you the shirt yesterday, the salesperson gave you two yuan in change. Could you... give it to me first, and wait a bit..."
Before he could finish speaking, Miao Fengying cut him off with a single sentence, "I'm so sorry, Xiaomin, my mother found the money and took it. I...I..."
As she spoke, Miao Fengying's shoulder twitched, and Huang Xiaofu quickly comforted her, "No, no, I don't want it anymore, don't cry, she didn't hit you, did she?"
No, no.
Huang Xiaofu sighed, glancing at the aluminum lunchbox in his hand, and handed it to Miao Fengying, "The cafeteria has braised pork today, one piece per person. I managed to grab it just in time, so hurry up and eat."
Miao Fengying's eyes lit up. She couldn't wait to grab the aluminum lunchbox and turn back to the courtyard. Not long after, she came out with the empty lunchbox and handed it to Huang Xiaofu.
"Xiaofu, thank you so much. I've emptied your lunchbox. You can go back now."
Seeing that her little face was flushed, Huang Xiaofu wanted to stay with her a little longer.
Miao Fengying was getting impatient, and her tone became a little harsh, "Honestly, I told you to go back, and if you keep dawdling, I won't even have water to wash the dishes when I get back."
Huang Xiaofu's mind raced, and realizing it was a real matter, he stopped dawdling, turned around and left, glancing back a few times.
Miao Fengying didn't linger; she turned her head and disappeared through the door.
Back at the factory, Huang Xiaofu worked all day on an empty stomach, and by evening he was so hungry he felt weak all over.
When his roommate saw this, he shook his head, turned around and took out a piece of cake and handed it to him, saying, "Here, this is what my wife brought me when she came to visit me from the countryside. Try it."
Huang Xiaofu didn't refuse and started wolfing it down. Normally, he would have given something in return, but now, he really had nothing to offer.
The Huang family had no idea that Huang Xiaofu, who lived in the factory dormitory, was living in such a miserable state. Old Mrs. Wu, with a rosy complexion and full of energy, walked through the courtyard.
Today is also a big day for her. The factory officially promoted her to workshop director, and her salary successfully broke through the 100 yuan mark.
The textile factory has a total of eight workshops, each workshop has five groups, and each group has ten people.
She was promoted to workshop director, which meant that she had 50 workers under her command.
Along the way, many people saw Grandma Wu and congratulated her.
Grandma Wu returned the smile, neither arrogant nor impatient.
Zhou Pandi grabbed the cloth she had just woven and twisted it back and forth, turning a smooth piece of cloth into a hemp ball.
When her colleagues saw this, they quickly rescued the cloth from her hands. This was a shipment that needed to be delivered, and how could she deliver it if it was crumpled like this? She would have to start weaving it all over again.
With the workday about to end, Zhou Pandi was glared at for causing trouble. However, as the newly appointed director, she didn't want to create any problems and leave a bad impression.
He could only suppress his resentment and make up his mind to stay away from Zhou Pandi, this scourge!
Zhou Pan saw that her things had been snatched away, and turned her head to glare fiercely at the person who had taken them.
"Hello everyone, I am Wu Mingxia."
Upon hearing the sound, Zhou Pandi quickly snapped back to reality, her eyes turning vicious as she refocused her gaze on the person not far away. Compared to the woman who snatched the cloth, Wu Mingxia was more attractive to her.
"From now on, I will be the workshop director of your workshop three. I hope we can achieve great results together in the future. Please take good care of this batch of goods today."
Grandma Wu glanced at everyone, paused slightly at one spot, then said a few words and told everyone to disperse.
Zhou Pandi sneered, pushed the newly woven cloth on the table hard, and turned to leave. Unexpectedly, the wooden board at the bottom of the table was pushed so hard that the board and the new cloth all crashed to the ground.
'Knock knock knock...'
The clean, delicate cotton cloth was scattered and thrown on the ground. After the commotion subsided, Zhou Pandi's constricted pupils clearly reflected the terrified faces of everyone present.
Grandma Wu's expression also changed drastically. The female workers present reacted and, without bothering to investigate Zhou Pandi, rushed to provide first aid.
Fortunately, the workshop is cleaned very thoroughly every day, with little mud or stains.
Before entering the workshop, each female worker had to change into special work clothes to avoid soiling the newly woven fabric.
Carefully pick up all the scattered fabrics from the ground and examine them closely for any tears, snags, or stains.
Thirty bolts of cloth need to be delivered in three days, representing the hard work of fifty female workers in Workshop 3 over two months.
Grandma Wu inspected them one by one, and found that only twenty-seven horses were intact, while three of them were beyond repair.
"What should I do?"
"Director Jia clearly told us beforehand that there could be no mistakes in the goods delivered this time. What... what are we going to do now?"
The timid female worker was already crying out, "It's all Zhou Pandi's fault! If she hadn't gone crazy, these things would have all fallen to the ground!"
Zhou Pandi, who had been stunned, snapped back to reality upon hearing the accusation, "What does it have to do with me?!"
"It's you! Not only did you crumple the fabric into a ball earlier, but now you've completely ruined it!"
Those present looked in the direction he was pointing and, sure enough, saw that one corner of the fabric had a crumpled mark. Instantly, all eyes turned to Zhou Pandi.
Zhou Pandi's expression panicked. Her eyes swept across the room, and she saw the cold, calculating Old Mrs. Wu in front of her. She pointed at her.
"It's her, it's all her fault! If it weren't for her talking nonsense and affecting me, I, I wouldn't have... If you want to blame someone, blame her!"
Old Mrs. Wu snorted coldly, a glint of cold light flashing in her eyes. She took a few steps forward, grabbed Zhou Pandi by the back of the neck, and forced her against the crumpled corner of the cloth.
"Blame me? You have the nerve to blame me!"
Zhou Pandi's face turned pale. Just as she was about to break free, Old Lady Wu casually tossed her to the side of an open space.
"I will tell the factory manager the truth about what happened today. I'm not going to drag the whole workshop down with me to clean up your mess!"
Zhou Pan's deathly pale face was clearly seen by Old Madam Wu. She had no intention of playing any tricks to salvage the situation or slowly plotting something.
"Everyone stay here and don't move. Wait for the factory manager to come."
As Zhou Pandi passed by, Old Mrs. Wu's eyes turned cold. "Keep an eye on her."
Zhou Pandi's pupils contracted, and she quickly stood up, but was pressed down by Old Lady Wu. "This has nothing to do with me, nothing to do with me!"
"I want to leave, I want to leave, let me go! Let me go!"
Zhou Pandi was cornered and couldn't go anywhere. Soon, Factory Director Jia was brought over. When he saw that Zhou Pandi was responsible for the situation in Workshop 3, his face darkened immediately. "It's you again!"
Zhou Pandi flinched. "No, it wasn't me, it was...it was Wu Mingxia! Yes! It was her, she did it all!"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
