Chapter 67: Too Many Evil Things
The sunlight shines through the glass windows of the supply and marketing cooperative, casting a warm halo.
Xu Yao was in a good mood. She hummed an unknown tune and skillfully arranged the newly arrived fabrics.
Cloth these days is very precious, and comes in all colors, which are dazzling to the eyes.
She thought to herself that once the textile factory opened, she would design more and better-looking patterns so that these beauty-loving aunties could all wear new clothes!
"Hey, Yaomei, are you busy?" Aunt Wang from the supply and marketing cooperative, as her name suggests, has a round face that is always smiling, like Maitreya Buddha, and she walked over holding an enamel teacup.
"Aunt Wang, you're here! Would you like to take a look at the new cloth we received today?" Xu Yao greeted her hurriedly.
Aunt Wang came closer mysteriously and lowered her voice: "Sister Yao, I have something good to show you!" As she spoke, she pulled out a stack of newspapers from under the counter and handed it to Xu Yao.
Xu Yao took it and looked at it, and almost dropped her jaw!
The front page headline, with a huge title - **"Speculator Sun Zhiqiang arrested!"**
In the photo, Sun Zhiqiang was covered in dust and was held down by two militiamen, with a mountain of smuggled cloth piled in front of him.
The face that originally looked decent was now filled with despair and fear.
"This...what's going on?" Xu Yao widened her eyes and exclaimed in her heart, "Oh my god!" This Sun Zhiqiang was not a good person in his previous life, but I didn't expect him to be more successful in this life and went straight to jail!
Aunt Wang chuckled and said in a lower voice, "What a coincidence. Xue Han asked me to find someone to write the report, and deliberately omitted Sun's mother's name. Tsk tsk, Xue Han is such a good young man with a cold face but a warm heart!"
Xu Yao felt warm in her heart, and a sweet feeling surged in her heart.
Xue Han is a taciturn person, but he is so reliable in doing things!
However, before Xu Yao could come to her senses, a sharp roar suddenly came from the door of the supply and marketing cooperative: "Xu Yao! You little whore, give my son back his innocence!"
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Sun's mother rushing in like a mad hen.
Her face was ferocious, and she pointed at Xu Yao's nose and cursed: "It's you! It must be you, the little bitch, who framed my Zhiqiang! You will not die a good death!"
Xu Yao frowned, thinking that this old hag was really desperate.
Mother Sun rushed to Xu Yao while cursing and swept all the cloth she had just arranged to the ground.
Colorful fabrics were scattered all over the ground, like fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind, making the scene a mess.
"You stole the smuggled goods! You're a thief!" Sun's mother yelled at the top of her lungs, her saliva spraying onto Xu Yao's face.
Xu Yao took a deep breath and told herself to stay calm.
There's no need to get angry with this kind of scumbag, the best way is to just slap him in the face!
At this moment, Aunt Wang suddenly stood up and opened the bamboo basket that Grandmother Sun was carrying.
"Hey, Sister Sun, what are you doing? What's in the basket?" Aunt Wang asked with a smile, but her eyes were unusually sharp.
I saw half a bag of low-quality glue exposed under the bamboo basket.
The pungent smell can be smelled from a long distance away.
"This... this is me..." Sun's mother's face changed and she stammered, unable to speak.
Aunt Wang didn't intend to give her a chance and directly said, "The adulterated materials you have are exactly the same as the defective products seized at the dock! This is a crime that will cost you your head!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd was instantly in an uproar.
"Oh, it turns out this old hag is not a good person either!"
"That's right! The whole family is full of parasites!"
"That's great. Mother and son can go in and operate the sewing machine together!"
Amidst the laughter, Sun's mother's wig suddenly slipped off, revealing her bald scalp.
Her scalp was covered with blue blood vessels and there were several obvious chemotherapy needle holes on her neck.
"Oh my god! This old hag is actually bald!"
"This is karma! I've done so many immoral things, and now I'm getting my comeuppance!"
Mother Sun was stunned for a moment. She never thought that the secret she had carefully concealed would be exposed in this situation.
She wanted to pick up the wig, but found that her hands and feet were too weak to do anything.
Just then, a jeep with a license plate squeaked to a stop in front of the supply and marketing cooperative.
The director of the subdistrict office strode in with several policemen.
"Who is Sun's mother?" the director asked impartially.
Mother Sun was so frightened that she trembled and almost fell to her knees.
Xue Han arrived at the scene at some point. He walked straight to the counter of the supply and marketing cooperative and slapped a tattered account book on it.
"Director, this is the Sun family's smuggling account book, which contains detailed evidence of their illegal transactions." Xue Han's voice was not loud, but it was powerful.
The director picked up the account book and looked through it, his expression becoming more and more serious.
However, at this moment, his eyes were attracted by a photo sandwiched in the account book.
It was a secretly taken photo of Xu Yao. On the back of the photo, it was written in crooked handwriting: "Capture Xu Yao alive!"
Xue Han picked up the photo, looked at it carefully, and his eyes turned cold instantly.
He tore the photo into pieces and threw it hard at his grandson's mother's face.
"Were you the one who taught me how to puncture tires and splash ink? You really did everything you could to ruin Yaoyao's reputation!" Xue Han roared, his voice filled with anger and disappointment.
Sun's mother collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud.
Her wig rolled to Xu Yao's feet, revealing the shocking chemotherapy needle holes on her neck.
The air seemed to freeze and everyone held their breath.
Xu Yao looked at Sun's mother, who looked neither human nor ghost, and felt no sympathy at all, only endless disgust.
Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly noticed that her mother was wearing a blue shirt. The fabric...
"Your material..." Xu Yao pointed at her grandson's mother's clothes, but swallowed the words back.
Xu Yao's gaze was like nails, firmly fixed on her mother's blue shirt, which had been washed so much that it looked bleached.
"Your material..." She deliberately prolonged the last syllable, with a playful smile on her lips.
Aunt Wang was indeed a great helper. She immediately understood what he meant. She took out a box of matches from somewhere, lit one with a "click", and handed it to Xu Yao: "Come on, Yao sister, burn it in public to verify it, so that everyone can see it!"
The onlookers around became excited instantly, and stretched their necks, waiting to watch the show.
When Sun's mother saw this, her face turned pale and her lips trembled, but she couldn't utter a word.
She subconsciously wanted to protect her clothes, but seemed to have thought of something and stopped abruptly.
Xu Yao took the match and gently lifted the corner of her grandson's mother's clothes.
As soon as the flame touched the cloth, a pungent white smoke immediately came out.
"Eh? This smell is wrong!" Aunt Wang wrinkled her nose. "Why is this different from the smell of burning smuggled fabric?"
The onlookers also began to discuss:
"Yeah, this smell...like synthetic fiber?"
"Isn't the smuggled fabric pure cotton?"
"Is there a mistake?"
Just when everyone was puzzled, Sun's mother suddenly let out a shrill scream: "You framed me! This is... this is..."
With trembling hands, she tore open her collar, revealing a bright red rope around her neck.
It was a red rope, woven very delicately, with a small jade pendant hanging on it.
Xu Yao recognized the red rope at a glance. It was exactly the same as the one that her "Third Sister" used to blackmail her in her previous life!
For a moment, all kinds of thoughts flashed through Xu Yao's mind.
Is there some unspeakable secret between Grandmother Sun and "Third Sister"?
In the crowd, Xue Han observed all this calmly, with a gleam of light in his deep eyes.
As night falls, dim lights cast light on the mountains of cloth in the textile factory's warehouse.
Xue Han pulled Xu Yao in and said in a low and hurried tone: "The red rope that Sun's mother used just now is from the same batch as that of the third sister."
Xu Yao's heart trembled, and a chill ran from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.
Xue Han unfolded a roll of new fabric and waved it in front of Xu Yao: "Use this to make work clothes tomorrow. I'll ask my comrades in the army to purchase it first."
Xu Yao reached out and touched the fabric, feeling a soft touch at her fingertips.
Suddenly, a big hand pressed her fingertips and wrapped her slender fingers in its palm.
"Director Xu," Xue Han's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of subtle ambiguity, "This is your production line."
The fabric was still stained with the pungent smell of glue that had been used to put on Sun's mother's wig.
Xu Yao's heart suddenly started beating wildly...
In the distance, Father Xu stroked the door lintel of the new factory with trembling hands...
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