"Smack..."
Zhong Zhiping pushed through the crowd, drove straight up to Zhong Yanling, and slapped her across the face.
“Since you say that I am your aunt and that your parents didn’t teach you well, then I will teach you on behalf of your parents how to respect your elders.”
"Slap slap..."
"You also need to watch your mouth and not talk nonsense."
"Zhong Zhiping, how dare you hit me?" Zhong Yanling covered her burning face, her expression one of disbelief.
"Smack—"
"Calling elders by their first names is unacceptable!"
Zhong Zhiping shook her hand, saying, "You're so shameless, my hand hurts."
"I've already hit him, what's there to be afraid of?"
"Aaaaah, I'll fight you to the death!"
Zhong Yanling had never been humiliated like this before. She screamed and rushed forward to start tearing at the fabric.
However, she was no match for Zhong Zhiping. Zhong Zhiping had helped her mother with chores since she was a child. There were no men in the family, and neither mother nor daughter considered themselves women. Gradually, she developed considerable strength.
Before long, Zhong Zhiping had him pinned to the ground and rubbed against him.
Those nearby, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire, all stepped back.
Zhong Zhidong was furious, but as a grown man, he couldn't very well step forward and make a move. All he could do was shout from the sidelines, "Stop! All of you, stop!"
Jiang Haishan's brow twitched. Fighting in the factory—what kind of behavior is that!
"Stop! Quickly pull them apart!"
When the factory manager spoke, the onlookers who had been backing away quickly stepped forward and pulled the person away.
At this moment, Zhong Yanling's hair was disheveled, there were clear handprints on her face, scratch marks on her neck, and one of the buttons on her shirt had popped off.
In contrast, Zhong Zhiping was in much better condition. Apart from her hair being a little messy and her clothes being torn and wrinkled, she only had two red marks on the back of her hands.
At this moment, neither of them would yield to the other, glaring at each other angrily.
Zhong Zhidong said, "Director Jiang, this Zhong Zhiping is really outrageous. She actually caused trouble in the factory and must be severely punished."
"Oh, what a big hat. You think fighting with your daughter is considered disorderly conduct? Besides, it wasn't just me fighting; Zhong Yanling also got involved."
"You started it."
Zhong Yanling also realized what had happened and immediately cried out, "Yes, factory manager, she hit me first! Look what she did to me! You must stand up for me!"
"Enough!"
Jiang Haishan's face turned completely dark.
He said sternly, "Zhong Zhiping disregarded factory rules and wrote a 500-word self-criticism. Her bonus for this month will be deducted."
Zhong Zhidong frowned; the punishment was too lenient.
Zhong Yanling was smug. The two had fought, but the factory manager only punished one of them. This was blatant favoritism towards her. Let's see who dares to oppose her in the future.
But the next second, Jiang Haishan continued, "Zhong Yanling deliberately spread rumors, slandered others, disregarded factory discipline, got into fights, wrote a 1,000-word self-criticism, and had it broadcast on the factory's loudspeaker. In addition, three months' bonuses were deducted."
"Director Jiang?" Zhong Zhidong looked at him incredulously.
Zhong Yanling was also taken aback. "Factory director, this is not fair."
Jiang Haishan looked at the two of them with a stern face. "Fairness? Do you really think I don't know who spread the rumors about Zhong Zhiping and Lu Jiefang? Do you really not know whether they knew you before?"
"Also, why did Lu Jiefang break off the engagement? Shouldn't I explain the situation to everyone?"
By the end, his face showed disgust.
Zhong Zhidong and Zhong Yanling turned pale instantly, realizing that Jiang Haishan already knew the whole story.
Immediately feeling ashamed and angry, her face turned from white to red.
He ended up looking utterly defeated.
The onlookers were even more curious: what was the real reason Lu Jiefang broke off the engagement?
Zhong Zhiping felt an itch in her heart, like being scratched by a cat.
However, no matter how curious I was, I knew it wasn't a good idea to ask others about this, so I could only suppress my curiosity and do something else.
A 500-word self-criticism is going to kill me.
After struggling for a long time, all she could manage to say was "apology letter," and she couldn't come up with a fourth word. She genuinely felt she hadn't done anything wrong and didn't know how to apologize.
Forget it, the factory manager doesn't have a time limit, so I'll stop writing for now and continue next month.
If I can't write it next month, then I'll wait until the month after next.
Thinking this way, she felt relieved.
Remembering that he still owed Dean Gao for medical expenses and also owed Lu Jiefang a huge favor, he went to the supply and marketing cooperative after get off work and bought four bottles of canned fruit and four kilograms of noodles, which he divided into two portions. He then borrowed a bicycle and went to Changhe Brigade.
It was my first time here, and I didn't know the way. However, the roads in Changhe Brigade were wide and flat, with a cement road that stretched from the commune all the way to the brigade. It was hard to get lost.
Not long after entering the village, I came across a group of old men, women, and men sitting under a big tree, chatting and enjoying the cool air while holding empty bowls.
She stopped her bicycle and asked the nearest woman with a smile.
"Hello, Auntie, could you tell me how to get to Lu Jiefang's house?"
Attracted by her words, everyone turned to look at her, scrutinizing her openly.
Even the usually thick-skinned Zhong Zhiping almost couldn't handle it.
It just so happened that it was Trumpet Flower who was being questioned. When she saw that a beautiful young girl had come to find Lu Jiefang, her eyes immediately lit up.
Instead of answering, he asked, "Young lady, what brings you here to see Jiefang? What's your relationship?"
Zhong Zhiping was taken aback by the bluntness of her question and hesitated for a moment before answering.
“We used to be colleagues. A couple of days ago, he asked Director Gao from the brigade to treat my mother’s illness. I still owe medical bills, so I came to deliver them.”
Morning glory slapped its leg and rang out in a loud voice.
"Oh, so you've come to see Doctor Gao."
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