"Hello, is this security? Withdraw everyone back, yes, all of them. Get ready, I'm going to the gate myself."
After hanging up the phone, Director Liu straightened his crooked tie, only to find that his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't tie it properly.
He took a deep breath, pushed open the office door, and found a group of panicked middle-level managers already gathered in the corridor.
"Factory manager, this..."
Factory Director Liu waved his hand, his voice hoarse.
"Go back to your posts, I'll handle this."
Stepping out of the office building, the dense crowd and fluttering banners at the factory gate made Director Liu feel dizzy.
He took out a painkiller from his pocket, swallowed it, and then walked heavily toward the crowd.
With each step he took, he could feel his power slipping away, like sand through his fingers—the tighter he gripped it, the faster it slipped through his fingers.
What Director Liu didn't know was that just as he was walking towards the factory gate...
Wang Defa was sitting in his son's car, still thinking about whose connections to ask.
His son, Wang Zhenguo, was as white as paper.
"Dad, how about... we run away?"
Wang Zhenguo's hands were trembling as he gripped the steering wheel.
Wang Defa slapped his son on the back of the head.
"Run? Where do you think you're going? You fucking drive faster! Remember, once you get me there, go find Liu Meijuan's dad immediately. In this situation, only he can save us."
Wang Defa's mind works very quickly.
Things have escalated to this point, and it's beyond his ability to resolve.
If it were just a simple worker riot, it could be suppressed by using connections. However, now that it's a peasant riot led by veterans of the War of Resistance against Japan, this is a much bigger issue.
This is a ticking time bomb; all the leaders implicated will likely meet a bad end.
Wang Defa's car suddenly braked two intersections away from the textile factory, leaving two black marks on the asphalt road from the tires.
His obese body slammed heavily against the front seat due to inertia, and his forehead immediately turned red.
"Damn it! Do you even know how to drive?!"
Wang Defa slapped his son Wang Zhenguo on the back of the head, spitting all over the windshield.
Wang Zhenguo shrank his neck and pointed into the distance.
"Dad, look..."
Following his son's trembling finger, Wang Defa squinted his triangular eyes and looked in the direction of the textile factory.
Outside the factory gate, a dense crowd surged like a tide, with more than a dozen white banners with red characters fluttering in the wind.
The slogans "Blood debts must be repaid in blood" and "Severely punish the murderers" stung his eyes.
What's even more frightening is the row of elderly people sitting at the very front of the crowd. Old Master Su's outfit was really intimidating.
"Turn around! Turn around now!"
Wang Defa suddenly lowered his voice and his fat fingers gripped his son's shoulders tightly.
"Enter through the back door!"
Wang Zhenguo frantically shifted into reverse, and the car lurched backward, crashing directly into a roadside utility pole.
"waste!"
Wang Defa cursed through gritted teeth, his fat face trembling with fear.
He opened the car door and got out.
"Go find Director Liu. At this point, he won't be able to get away with it."
Wang Defa gave a fierce and stern instruction.
"Go quickly!"
Watching his son's car speed away, Wang Defa straightened his crooked tie and crouched down to sneak towards the back gate of the factory area.
"Go into the factory first, and get some people out there."
Wang Defa was making plans in his mind.
Suddenly, a questioning voice boomed behind him.
"Hey, isn't that Deputy Factory Director Wang?"
Wang Defa froze. He slowly turned around and saw a breakfast shop owner standing among the villagers, pointing at him.
The car crashing into the utility pole has already attracted a lot of attention.
Upon hearing someone say that it was Wang, the deputy director of the textile factory.
Immediately, seven or eight villagers, armed with shovels and sickles, rushed forward and surrounded Wang Defa.
"I...I'm the deputy factory director! How dare you touch me?"
Wang De shouted, his voice trembling despite his fierce but weak expression.
Wang Guixiang strode forward, grabbed Wang Defa by the tie, and dragged him toward the factory like a dead dog.
"Deputy factory director, you're the one we've got! Come on! Go see my old man!"
Wang Defa struggled desperately, but it was all in vain.
"Let me go! You bunch of unruly people!"
Wang Defa screamed hysterically.
"Security Department! Where are the security personnel?"
His struggle attracted more villagers.
Su Jianjun led more than twenty strong men over and, without saying a word, lifted Wang Defa up, brought him to Old Master Su, and forced him to kneel on the ground.
"father!"
Su Jianjun shouted loudly.
"That old dog Wang Defa has been caught!"
Grandpa Su sat there without moving, glanced at the well-dressed Deputy Factory Director Wang in front of him, and said coldly.
"Wang Defa, where's your son?"
Wang Defa's lips trembled.
"I...I don't know..."
"fart!"
Wang Guixiang kicked Wang Defa in the back.
"I clearly saw you get out of the car just now!"
Just then, a group of security personnel wielding batons rushed out of the back gate of the textile factory. It was Director Liu, leading all the security personnel, who wanted to come out and deal with the problem.
When Li Qiang, the head of the security department, saw his brother-in-law being pinned to the ground, his eyes immediately turned red.
"Let go of my brother-in-law!"
Li Qiang roared, and more than 30 security personnel immediately assumed an attack stance.
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