I'll take care of you.
The Crown car drove for more than two hours before finally arriving in Shanghai.
With a sudden stop, it came to a halt outside the garment factory gate.
Ye Wanqing didn't even wait for the car to come to a complete stop before she pushed open the car door and rushed out.
After running into the garment factory and arriving at the warehouse, the sight before her made her legs go weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground.
At this moment, the air in the factory area was filled with a strong, pungent smell of burning, and it smelled bitter.
The warehouse walls were blackened by smoke, and most of the roof had collapsed, exposing the twisted steel frame.
Fire trucks were still using water hoses to continue extinguishing the fire, and sewage mixed with ash was spreading everywhere on the ground.
When Shen Yan saw Ye Wanqing arrive, she also came over crying, her face covered in ash. She sobbed, "President Ye, what are we going to do about our orders? All the fabric has been burned! We can't deliver the orders, and the penalty for breach of contract alone is tens of thousands!"
Ye Wanqing felt her body stiffen. She had put up almost all of the factory's working capital for this order!
The loss this time is at least seventy or eighty thousand!
What about wages? What about order cancellation fees? Can the factory... even stay open?
Her body swayed uncontrollably.
Xue Mubai stood beside her and helped her up.
He knew what the garment factory meant to her, and he feared the fire would cause very serious losses.
"Wanqing, don't panic, I'm here."
Ye Wanqing looked up at him blankly, her voice trembling with tears, "How can I not panic? It's a loss of tens of thousands."
Xue Mubai held her hand, looked directly at her, and said firmly, word by word, "Don't worry about the money. I'll give you as much as you need."
Hearing this, Ye Wanqing was completely stunned. She stared blankly at Xue Mubai, at his handsome and serious face, which did not seem to be a joke.
She suddenly felt her boyfriend's strength.
Just then, a series of hurried footsteps and pulling sounds came from not far away.
"Mr. Ye, you've finally arrived! We've found the culprit!"
Zhang Jiancai's face was ashen as he gripped the security guard Lao Zhao's arm tightly, practically dragging him over.
He shoved Old Zhao forward, "It's him! This old man started the fire! He threw his cigarette butt into the warehouse and caused the fire!"
Old Zhao's security guard uniform was wrinkled, stained with water and ash. He cried out in a sob, "It wasn't me! Boss Ye! It really wasn't me! I didn't throw cigarette butts into the warehouse! I just... I just couldn't stay awake in the middle of the night, so I smoked a cigarette in the duty room. I clearly threw the cigarette butt in the ashtray! I swear to God!"
Zhang Jiancai was so angry that veins bulged on his forehead. He pointed at the man's nose and yelled, "Swear? What kind of swearing is that! The duty room is only a few steps away from the warehouse ventilation window! Huh?! If the wind blows, it might just blow in! Who else could it be but you? You're the only one on duty tonight! The firefighters just said that the fire started right next to that pile of fabric, caused by a cigarette butt!"
"It really wasn't me... I wouldn't dare..." Old Zhao cried, his face covered in snot and tears, looking at Ye Wanqing in despair. "I've worked in this factory for over ten years, when have I ever made a mistake? I'm innocent..."
At this moment, the workers gathered around. They all angrily accused him, "It was him, and he still won't admit it!"
The scene immediately became somewhat chaotic.
Ye Wanqing calmed herself down and asked, "Director Zhang, are there any other eyewitnesses in the factory?"
Zhang Jiancai wiped his face hard and said dejectedly, "President Ye, he was the only one on duty last night. Where did we get any eyewitnesses? This... this is a dead man's dead!"
There was no surveillance footage. There were no witnesses.
There was only the fire department's initial assessment and an almost honest, vehemently denying old security guards.
Ye Wanqing looked at Lao Zhao, then frowned as she looked at the ruins that were still emitting smoke and smelling of burning.
Old Zhao had worked at the factory for many years. He was an honest and hardworking man, and usually very cautious. He didn't seem like the kind of person who would be so careless as to throw cigarette butts around near the warehouse.
Was it windy last night?
Zhang Jiancai shook his head. "There wasn't a breath of wind last night."
If there hadn't been any wind last night, the chances of the cigarette butt being blown in would have been extremely slim.
She took a deep breath and slowly voiced her guess: "I think this fire... is probably not that simple. It doesn't seem like an accident. It seems like someone set it."
Her gaze sharpened as she scanned the expressions of everyone present.
These words were like a boulder thrown into stagnant water, instantly creating huge waves among the crowd.
"What? Arson?"
"Who's so heartless! Our factory has finally been revitalized! This guy is going to ruin our livelihoods!"
"Oh my god! This person is so evil!"
"We must find out who it was! Who did this!"
The atmosphere suddenly became even more tense and eerie.
Wang Cuihua was also watching in the crowd at this moment. Upon hearing this, her eyes flickered, and she dared not make eye contact with anyone. Her fingers unconsciously tightened the hem of her clothes.
Just now, Ye Wanqing's sharp gaze swept across the crowd like a searchlight. She accurately caught Wang Cuihua's unusual behavior.
Could it be Wang Cuihua? Ye Wanqing's heart sank.
The conflict between Wang Cuihua and Shen Yan was no secret in the factory.
Since Shen Yan arrived, Wang Cuihua has fallen out of favor. Shen Yan has received numerous praises and bonuses.
Wang Cuihua, as a veteran in the factory, was certainly unwilling to have her limelight stolen by Shen Yan.
And the person in charge of signing this warehouse order was none other than Shen Yan!
A person harboring resentment because of a lost competition... a fire that can completely destroy the opponent...
Ye Wanqing's gaze towards Wang Cuihua instantly became complicated.
Fire can burn down a warehouse, but it cannot burn away the demons in people's hearts.
She subtly withdrew her gaze and turned to Zhang Jiancai, her tone becoming more composed: "Factory Director Zhang, let's call the police. This isn't an accident; it's a criminal case. Let the police investigate and find out who is so heartless as to try to destroy our factory."
"Yes! Call the police!"
"Let the police arrest that arsonist!"
The workers all agreed.
Upon hearing the words "call the police," Wang Cuihua, standing in the crowd, trembled almost imperceptibly, her head drooping even lower, nearly burying itself in her chest.
Upon hearing that the police were to be called, Zhang Jiancai immediately said, "Okay! I'll call 110 right now! Damn it! Arrest this bastard!"
Ye Wanqing took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
There is currently no evidence; a suspicious expression and reaction alone are not enough to convict someone.
When the police arrive, with no surveillance footage and no witnesses, they will most likely assume it was due to Lao Zhao's negligence.
The most urgent task right now is probably to resume production as soon as possible and finish the orders this morning! This would be the best way to recover the losses!
At the same time, we must be wary of Wang Cuihua causing trouble again!
To win someone over, you must first win their heart!
She planned to talk to Wang Cuihua.
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