Old Mrs. Wu narrowed her eyes, realizing there was indeed a mastermind behind this, and said sternly, "Speak, who is it!"
Wang Daya swallowed hard, lowered her head and said, "Yes, Zhou Pandi told me that she saw you and Director Jia flirting outside the factory gate, and that your relationship was quite unusual."
Old Mrs. Wu turned around and bowed to the two police officers, saying, "Please take this Wang Daya with you. I will lead the way."
The two police officers who came out of the Public Security Bureau exchanged a helpless glance; they had served as mascots for a while today.
"Okay, let's go."
Factory Director Jia's face darkened. "I'll go too."
"I'm not going. This has nothing to do with me. I'm not going!"
Wang Daya screamed and turned to run, but Old Lady Wu shoved her up and tied her hands. "You're not going? If you don't go, how are we supposed to stand up to each other?"
Although there weren't many people, they walked out with an imposing and grand presence.
Watching the departing figures of Old Lady Wu and the others, Yu Meixia withdrew her gaze and turned to look at the woman who had been talking with Wang Daya.
"Speak up, say it again! Why are you silent now?"
The women exchanged glances, picked up their lunchboxes, and left.
On the other side, Zhou Pandi was lying on a chair in the yard, basking in the sun, eating sunflower seed shells one after another, with a palm-leaf fan covering her face, looking quite comfortable.
This is the life a person should live. If Old Lady Wu had become a hated dog in the factory, her life would have been even happier and more fulfilling.
Sigh, I wonder if Wang Daya is capable enough to pull Old Lady Wu off her position as director. If she really succeeds, when she returns to Workshop Three, she might even have a chance to become director herself...
“Zhou Pandi!”
Her wobbling toes suddenly stopped. The sound was strangely familiar. Why did she think she heard Old Lady Wu's voice?
Shouldn't she be hiding in a dark corner of the factory, listening to people's insults at this time?
She slowly pulled down the palm-leaf fan, and all she could see was darkness. Five or six people stood in front of her, blocking out all the pleasant sunlight.
"Wu, Wu Mingxia? What are you doing here?"
After Zhou Pandi squinted to adjust, she was stunned when she saw the person behind her. "Jia, Factory Director Jia."
"What? Can't I be here?"
Zhou Pandi stood up abruptly, a smile quickly spreading across her face. "No, no, you..." She was about to speak when she caught sight of Wang Daya, looking disheveled, and two men in police uniforms behind them, and immediately sensed something was wrong.
"What is this for?"
“I haven’t done anything wrong, and I wasn’t even at the factory. What happens at the factory has nothing to do with me.”
Old Mrs. Wu narrowed her eyes. "How did you know something happened at the factory?"
Zhou Pandi hesitated to roll her eyes because of the presence of Director Jia and the police, but she held back. "I'm not blind! What good could come of you bringing the police with you?"
Grandma Wu chuckled softly, glancing at Wang Daya out of the corner of her eye, "There are so many rumors flying around the factory lately, I really..."
"You deserve it!" Zhou Pandi scoffed, rolling her eyes. She only refrained from saying anything more offensive because of Director Jia; otherwise, she would have had a whole host of nice things to say to her!
"Oh? From what you're saying, you know everything that's happening at our factory?"
"Of course I do."
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhou Pandi subconsciously covered her mouth, glancing in alarm at Wang Daya at the back, "I don't know, how could I know when I've been staying in the house all day?"
Old Mrs. Wu pulled Wang Daya out from behind, "What? It's been so long? Didn't you even say hello?"
"Some people say you were the one who started this."
Zhou Pandi took three steps back. "You're listening to her nonsense? Ever since Director Jia made me stay home for six months, I haven't been to the factory. What does that have to do with me?"
Seeing that Zhou Pandi was trying to shirk all responsibility, Wang Daya thought about the police behind her and how Zhou Pandi was the one who had caused her to end up in this predicament.
The moment they opened their mouths, they said they'd never even been to the factory, clearly trying to push all the blame onto her and make her bear it all alone.
"Bullshit!"
"You were the one who went to the factory and told me you saw Wu Mingxia and Factory Director Jia kissing and hugging. Now you're telling me you never went to the factory?"
Factory Director Jia's face suddenly darkened, and Zhou Pandi, hands on her hips, angrily berated Wang Daya, "I clearly said that the two of them were flirting off-stage, when did I say they were kissing and hugging?"
Grandma Wu stepped back, making room for them. "Now that everything has been investigated, please have the two police officers take them back to the police station."
What?! We have to go to the police station?!
Zhou Pandi's legs went weak. "I won't go! I don't want to go to the labor camp!"
"That's not up to you!"
Factory Director Jia sighed and looked at the limp Zhou Pan, saying, "From today onwards, you don't need to go to the textile factory anymore."
Zhou Pandi was dumbfounded. "What? What do you mean?"
Grandma Wu kindly explained to her, "It means you've been fired."
Zhou Pandi finally gave in, and the two police officers barely managed to pull her up and take them away.
Seeing them leave, Director Jia felt a little embarrassed. "It was my oversight that caused you to suffer from rumors. I'm really sorry."
Grandma Wu smiled dismissively, "It's nothing, the factory director is a victim too."
Factory Director Jia nodded. "Sigh, you've been working so hard, both physically and mentally. I'll grant you paid leave soon. Take a few days to rest at home."
Grandma Wu's eyes lit up. This was great! She made a few reluctant excuses, but after Director Jia's strong persuasion, she accepted it.
In the following days, the rumors in the factory completely subsided, and Wang Daya and Zhou Pandi were reprimanded and detained for fifteen days.
During my visit on Wednesday, Grandma Wu returned the fifty yuan she had promised for the month. Before leaving, I hesitated for a moment, then asked Grandma Wu...
Is Huang Xiaofu your son?
"Yes, what's wrong?" Old Mrs. Wu was surprised that he would ask about Huang Xiaofu. After a moment's thought, she wondered if he was also gambling outside.
When Wednesday saw that she had misunderstood, he quickly explained, "No, it's just that I happened to hear that recently there's a guy named Huang Xiaofu who's been pursuing a girl relentlessly, and the girl has had him beaten up several times."
Are they looking for someone? Of course they're looking for their own people.
Grandma Wu remained calm, nodded, and said, "I understand."
On Wednesday, I was surprised. Just a simple "I know"? Without asking anything else?
After seeing Zhou San off, Huang Mancang finally spoke up, "Wife, should we bring this second son back?"
Grandma Wu looked at him, puzzled. "Why did you bring it back?"
"Didn't you hear what Zhou San said about Miao Fengying hiring someone to beat him up?"
Grandma Wu calmly took a sip of water. "This boy has become tough after being beaten up. Besides, it's not like someone is deliberately bullying him. If he really couldn't take it anymore, he would have run back on his own."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a bloodcurdling scream rang out from outside the door.
"mom!!!"
Old Mrs. Wu's usually composed face instantly darkened. Huang Mancang glanced at the door and asked, "Is this the second son?"
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