"Fuck your mother! Let me tell you, my dad's the factory manager, I'm a second-generation factory owner! Do you think I'm afraid of you? If you know what's good for you, kneel down before me if you don't want to get beaten up!"
"I'm going to mess with this little Yan guy today. Believe me or not, I can call a hundred men in a minute and cripple him!"
"You dare to go against me? Heh, my dad has all sorts of connections in the city, he knows countless leaders, he'll definitely kill you easily!"
"It's just three thousand yuan, right? I'll bet you, I'll get it for you right now!"
As Lin Sen pressed the play button on the recorder, Song Qiang's angry roars and shouts instantly filled the recorder.
The sound instantly shocked the textile factory workers who were arriving one after another to go to work.
"That voice does sound like the factory manager's son, Song Qiang."
"Song Qiang is a real bastard, using our textile factory's name to swindle and bully people."
"Absolutely! It's bad enough that he's a bastard and a scoundrel himself, but he's also ruined the reputation of our textile factory. It's absolutely outrageous!"
"He said he could easily get three thousand yuan. Three thousand yuan! Where would he get that? He must have embezzled it!"
As the tape recorder played louder and louder, the workers all murmured amongst themselves, their eyes darting around, discussing the matter animatedly.
I have a lot of opinions about Song Qiang.
They even had some opinions about Director Song.
"hiss."
"Brother Sen, this, this..."
At that moment, not only were the textile factory workers shocked by the recording played on the tape recorder, but even Zhu Yong, who was standing nearby, was completely stunned.
He stared wide-eyed at Lin Sen in disbelief.
Zhu Yong never expected that Lin Sen would make Song Qiang get beaten up in such a strange way!
"Brother Sen."
When did you get the recording?
Zhu Yong scratched his head, looking at Lin Sen with utter astonishment.
"Last night in a private room at a nightclub."
Lin Sen glanced at Zhu Yong: "Can't you tell?"
“I can tell from your voice.” Zhu Yong became even more suspicious: “But Brother Sen, how did you record it?”
"That's not important."
"The important thing is, there's going to be a good show soon."
As he spoke, Lin Sen tossed Zhu Yong a cigarette, then took a deep drag, looking amused, and leisurely waited.
Last night at the nightclub, Lin Sen discovered that the songs played there were recorded on a tape recorder.
A tape recorder can not only play songs, but also record sound.
Therefore, Lin Sen directly recorded the sound of Song Qiang causing trouble while he was being arrogant and aggressive.
Then, as he was leaving the nightclub, he secretly removed the cassette tape from the tape recorder!
And then, naturally, this is what happened this morning!
People in the 1980s had never seen video evidence, nor did they know anything about audio evidence. But for Lin Sen, who lived in the internet world a few decades later, video and audio evidence were all too familiar.
Therefore, Lin Sen wanted to use the recording to make the arrogant and reckless Song Qiang pay a heavy price!
"Brother Sen, the 'good show' you're talking about is the show where Factory Director Song beats up Song Qiang?"
Zhu Yong scratched his head and looked at Lin Sen with great suspicion: "Brother Sen, will this Factory Director Song really beat up Song Qiang because of this?"
"Will it or won't it?"
You'll find out soon enough.
"What's the panic!"
Under the curious gaze of the textile factory workers, Lin Sen crossed his arms and waited with a playful expression.
...
Meanwhile, in the textile factory's office building, inside the factory director's office.
"Factory manager, something's happened! Something's happened!"
"Something terrible has happened!"
The female assistant from the textile factory rushed into Director Song's office, looking at him anxiously and nervously.
"What's wrong?"
Not long after arriving at the office, Factory Director Song, who was having breakfast, glanced at the female assistant with suspicion.
"Is there a problem with the machines in the factory?"
"Has another worker had a safety accident?"
Factory Director Song's gaze was grave: "How serious is it?"
"Factory manager, this didn't happen at the factory," the female assistant said breathlessly and urgently, "It's...it happened outside the factory!"
"hehe."
"What does what happens outside the factory have to do with me?"
"Nonsense."
"Bang!"
Factory Director Song, who was initially taken aback by the female assistant's hurried attitude, immediately slammed his hand heavily on the table with a cold expression and great displeasure.
Because if a safety accident occurs in a textile factory, the factory manager will be held responsible, and very responsible at that, and will be reprimanded by his superiors.
But what happened outside the factory.
That has absolutely nothing to do with his factory.
Even if a worker dies unexpectedly on his way to work, the factory will at most provide some humanitarian funeral expenses, which is not a big deal!
"Yes, yes, factory manager."
"It's about Song Qiang!"
The female assistant said urgently, "Something happened to him."
"What?"
"My son is in an accident!?"
Factory Director Song, who had just put the egg in his mouth, stood up in shock and panic upon hearing this, looking at his female assistant with a very serious expression.
He can ignore or pretend he doesn't know if something happens to others outside the factory.
But his son got into trouble at the factory, and he couldn't just ignore it!
But he had some doubts.
Although Song Qiang was nominally employed at the factory, he always just collected wages without doing any work.
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