Director Mo was keeping watch outside with peace of mind when he suddenly heard the sound of something being smashed coming from inside.
Thinking of the new enamel mug he had just bought, Director Mo's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but lean forward.
"Director Huang?"
"roll!"
Huang Dacheng's furious voice rang out, and Director Mo subconsciously jumped a step away, his heart immediately filled with unease.
Xia Wenhua and Director Huang have a good relationship, so why is this conversation so tense that it escalated to the point of smashing things?
He started to feel uneasy, fearing that Xia Wenhua might offend Director Huang and cause the situation to escalate further.
At this moment, Huang Dacheng had already put the idea of finding fault with the steel plant out of his mind. He stared intently at Xia Wenhua, his eyes seeming to be filled with venom.
"What exactly do you want?!"
Xia Wenhua couldn't reveal that Pei Songbai was spying on her. When Huang Dacheng asked her how she knew the secret, she could only attribute it to fate.
No matter how much Huang Dacheng pressed her for answers, Xia Wenhua always replied with the same thing: "If you don't want others to know, then you must know it yourself."
Driven to madness, Huang Dacheng could not accept this answer and became even more enraged. He smashed all the books on Director Mo's desk on the ground and frantically asked the question while grabbing his hair.
Xia Wenhua was not affected by Huang Dacheng's madness; she skillfully picked up the paper and pen from the ground.
"The one who starts it is the one who's at fault. I've never taken the initiative to provoke Director Huang. I'm also in a difficult position to answer your question."
She was living a normal working life when Yunmeng insisted on getting Qiu Chenggong, a murderer, released. Huang Dacheng's family treated them like fools, which is why she retaliated.
This whole thing should have been over. Qiu Chenggong was sent to a farm, and she had nothing to do with the Huang family anymore. But Huang Dacheng came to the steel mill and went crazy again, clearly not intending to let her work properly.
Xia Wenhua knew she couldn't reason with an idiot, but she still couldn't help but retort, "You're just asking for trouble, and you won't let people fight back?"
Because of the secrets Xia Wenhua possessed, Huang Dacheng did not refute her, but his gaze remained fixed on Xia Wenhua, determined to find an answer.
What exactly do you want to do?
Huang Dacheng repeated it again, and Xia Wenhua pointed to the things on the table.
"Practice makes perfect. Director Huang is an adult. If you can't remember something you've already done, do you need my help?"
Under Huang Dacheng's bewildered gaze, Xia Wenhua curled her lips into a devilish smile.
"Last time, I only had you write a guarantee that Qiu Chenggong would be brought to justice, but it seems that the thing didn't work out much afterward. It seems that guarantees aren't very useful. Otherwise, Director Huang, you could write a self-criticism this time."
"A self-criticism? You must be joking!" Huang Dacheng looked at Xia Wenhua, his expression growing increasingly grim.
He's already in that position; it would be difficult for an ordinary person to get him to admit his mistakes.
Even if mistakes are made at work, there are always people to take the blame. Huang Dacheng never imagined that he would hear such an unreasonable request.
"Director Huang is a man who cares about his reputation. You can say that I threatened you to write the guarantee. You went too far this time, so you should sincerely realize that you were wrong and make a self-criticism, right?"
Whether Huang Dacheng is willing or not has no impact on Xia Wenhua.
She smiled, pursed her lips, and pushed the paper further toward Huang Dacheng.
“If I were Director Huang, I would have written it down first. After all, now that I’ve discovered those places, others might find them too. To be on the safe side, it would be better to go back and get someone to relocate them quickly, rather than causing trouble for me here. What do you think?”
Huang Dacheng froze on the spot, looking at the paper Xia Wenhua pushed towards him with a conflicted expression.
Xia Wenhua wasn't in a hurry; she had plenty of time, and she shouldn't be the one in a rush.
In the end, Huang Dacheng couldn't hold back any longer. He picked up his pen and, before writing, glared fiercely at Xia Wenhua.
"If you dare tell anyone, I'll kill you! Tell me what you want to write, and I'll write it."
It's just a loser spouting nonsense; normal people wouldn't bother with them.
Xia Wenhua ignored Huang Dacheng's madness and tapped the table: "It's just a self-criticism, just consider it as Director Huang writing it to me. As long as you leave here today and don't show up in front of me to cause me trouble in the future, I guarantee that no one but me will see it."
Xia Wenhua believed that Huang Dacheng wouldn't want anyone to know about something so embarrassing.
The Revolutionary Committee Director wrote her a self-criticism letter from a lowly worker. If Huang Dacheng was truly shameless enough to publish this letter, she would accept her fate.
Huang Dacheng certainly couldn't bear to lose face like that. He didn't even want to pick up a pen, but he backed down because he was afraid that Xia Wenhua would go around spreading rumors.
He closed his eyes and quickly calmed down.
"Okay, I'll write it. You can tell me what to write, and I'll write it, as long as you promise not to let anyone else see it, I won't bother you anymore."
Xia Wenhua only caused him trouble for a while, but if what Xia Wenhua knew were revealed, he would be completely ruined.
Huang Dacheng could tell what was more important than what was less important. He was always a humble person and quickly chose the most suitable path.
Xia Wenhua was very satisfied with the result, and she responded to Huang Dacheng's words with a provocative smile.
"Director Huang comes from a government secretarial background, so his writing skills are definitely better than mine. I wouldn't dare to show off my skills in front of Guan Yu and teach Director Huang how to write."
Just kidding, she says one sentence and Huang Dacheng writes it down. Although he can write according to her wishes, isn't she just writing a self-criticism?
She can only use this leverage on him once. Huang Dacheng will probably move the person away soon, and there won't be another chance. Naturally, she wants to bully him to her heart's content.
Xia Wenhua's expression remained unchanged under Huang Dacheng's murderous gaze, conveying only one message: Huang Dacheng himself must write this self-criticism.
When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. Huang Dacheng was eager to go back and deal with the "secret" and had no time to argue with Xia Wenhua here.
In fact, he had fought Xia Wenhua many times and had never gotten the better end of the fight. Huang Dacheng wasn't stupid; he was just stubborn and kept charging in.
He stopped trying to be clever and wrote a heartfelt self-criticism as Xia Wenhua requested, which he then handed to her.
Just as Xia Wenhua reached out to take it, he gripped the letter of apology tightly, his expression resolute: "I won't bother you again. If anyone else sees this, I promise I'll fight you to the death."
"It's just a small self-criticism letter, I'm not that despicable. Come on, let go."
After Xia Wenhua took the letter of self-criticism and checked it, finding no errors, she signaled to Huang Dacheng that he could leave.
Before Huang Dacheng left, Xia Wenhua couldn't resist her gossipy nature and asked him a question.
"Director Huang, how dare you play such a big game right under the Yun family's nose? How many times have you borrowed your guts from the heavens?"
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