"No need. Let me ask you a question." Wang Xiaohai stopped two policemen who wanted to handcuff the production supervisor.
The production manager was so frightened that his legs were shaking. If he had known, he would have run back to the factory instead of calling the police. The most powerful person he had ever met was his boss, and yet his boss had to fawn over a small government section chief!
"Pay the employees' wages quickly!" Wang Xiaohai said to the production supervisor.
Wei Meili was leaning against Yunmei.
"I'm not the person in charge. I have no money. What I say... doesn't count." The production manager said in a trembling voice.
"Whoever keeps his word, call him and ask him to come over," said Wang Xiaohai.
"Factory Director...right." said the production supervisor.
"Call him quickly, right now!" Cheng Yan said.
The production manager hesitated.
"Hit him!" roared the police chief.
The production supervisor trembled as he turned on his cell phone and called the factory manager, saying a few words.
A few minutes later, the factory director ran out of the factory in a hurry.
"Come on, officers, have a pack of cigarettes." The factory director took out a few packs of cigarettes from his pocket and handed them to several policemen standing next to the production supervisor.
No one reached out to take the cigarette, and the factory director put it back in his pocket awkwardly.
"What's going on with your factory? Why have you been owing wages for so long?" Wang Xiaohai asked. "Pay them quickly."
"Well..." the factory director said in embarrassment.
"What's wrong?" Cheng Yan asked. He wondered if there were many such black-hearted bosses in Qingliu City.
"The boss hasn't transferred the money to the finance department, so there's no money to pay out!" explained the factory manager.
"Where's your boss's phone number?" Wang Xiaohai asked.
"I can't get through. The phone is turned off," the factory manager said. "I tried."
"Then do you know where he is now?" Wang Xiaohai asked.
“I’m not sure…” The factory manager hesitated.
"Cuff his supervisor. I think he'll remember after a few days." Cheng Yan instructed several policemen.
"I remember...it seems that he has recently taken a fancy to a singer in Qingliu Nightclub and goes there every day." The factory director seemed to have suddenly regained his memory.
"How old is your boss and what is his name?" Wang Xiaohai asked.
"He's about twenty years old and his name is Wang Dahai," said the factory director.
Rather than protecting your boss, it is more important to protect yourself from being sent to the detention center to pick up soap!
"Wait for me here, I will help you get your wages back." Wang Xiaohai said to the employees standing in front of the factory gate.
All the workers in the garment factory nodded, expressing their willingness to believe Wang Xiaohai. Now they could only place their hopes on Wang Xiaohai.
Wang Xiaohai's figure flashed and disappeared from everyone's sight.
"It turns out that this mayoral candidate is also a warrior!" The police chief was a little surprised. When he graduated, he was also a formal warrior and an excellent student. However, after decades of working in official circles, he gained weight and his combat value also degraded from a formal warrior to an entry-level warrior.
"Nonsense, he is a classmate from the martial arts academy." Cheng Yan said.
Yunmei suddenly felt that Wang Xiaohai's figure was so tall. She always thought that Wang Xiaohai was a self-centered person who never meddles in other people's affairs. This incident changed her view. She thought that under Wang Xiaohai's cold and ruthless mask, there was some warmth.
At the same time, behind an ancient banyan tree at the corner of the factory street, a camera lens was facing the front of the factory, secretly recording everything that had happened before.
Wang Xiaohai ran for two kilometers before he realized that he didn't know the road.
Fortunately, he had a cell phone and there was internet access in the city. He opened the map navigation on his phone, searched for Qingliu Nightclub, set a destination reminder, and ran in the direction indicated by the map!
It only took Wang Xiaohai a dozen seconds. While controlling his speed, he still ran more than 30 kilometers and finally arrived in front of Qingliu Nightclub.
It's only afternoon now, there are not many cars parked in front of the nightclub, and not many people coming and going. However, the business hours written in front of Qingliu Nightclub are from 3 pm, and it's just past the opening hours now.
Wang Xiaohai walked in with his head lowered. He is now a candidate for mayor. If someone recognizes him, it will probably be news again!
After thinking about it, he was still worried, so he backed out and ran to the grocery store a few hundred meters away to buy sunglasses and a hat. After dressing up, he went into the nightclub.
"Welcome!" said a receptionist in a long dress.
The waitress walked towards Wang Xiaohai and asked, "Excuse me, are you alone?"
"I'm looking for Wang Dahai," Wang Xiaohai said. "We have an appointment."
"Do you know which box he is in?" asked the head waitress. She couldn't remember who Wang Dahai was.
"Wang Dahai has taken a fancy to a singer here and often comes to listen to her songs." Wang Xiaohai said.
When the foreman heard this, she suddenly realized: "You are talking about the rich man!"
"What's this Tuhao brother? Does that guy even have this nickname?"
"Yes! He's been coming here a lot lately and is very generous, giving us hundreds of dollars in tips every day. Although we haven't asked his name, everyone calls him "Brother Tuhao." He likes Manli, who works part-time here." The head waitress said, "He should be waiting in box number seven on the second floor. Manli usually arrives at six o'clock."
"Thank you!" Wang Xiaohai gave the waitress a tip of 500 yuan.
"I'll take you there!" The girl took the tip and volunteered to lead the way.
With the guidance of the head waitress, Wang Xiaohai felt much more relaxed. He went up two floors, walked around two corridors, and finally arrived at box number seven.
"I'm leaving." The head waitress bowed and left.
When I opened the door, I found that box number seven was beautifully decorated and elegant, and it was obvious that it was very expensive!
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