Proposal
There was nothing wrong with Sun Ming's actions. Ordinary workers wouldn't go against the factory director for no reason, even if he, as the director of the factory office, was backing them up.
Naturally, Wu Dong thought of Zhang Ping'an, the former worker who was suddenly assigned to clean toilets because of his lack of personal morality.
Private morality—who can have a clear standard for judgment? Even if there is, who is the judge?
With just a little bit of persuasive language, Wu Dong can achieve the effect of Sun Ming abusing his power. Wu Dong can guarantee that Zhang Ping'an will be tempted.
The toilets reeked, and the monthly wage was fixed at 25 yuan, with only a 50-cent increase each year based on seniority, unlike workers who could take exams to improve their grades.
Zhang Ping'an not only lost his social status but also a large sum of money. Since Wu Dong already knew that he was an immoral person, he must hate Sun Ming.
As expected, Zhang Ping'an readily agreed. In fact, he didn't think he was framing Sun Ming at all; on the contrary, he felt that Sun Ming was the one who was abusing his power to oppress him.
Seeing new hope, Zhang Ping'an made a special detour to a small private restaurant on his way home to buy a roast chicken, intending to eat half of it there and take the other half home.
Since being relegated to cleaning toilets, he hasn't been here for a proper meal in ages. His family has also become increasingly neglectful of him; his parents, wife, youngest son, and youngest son are no longer as obedient as they used to be.
We also need to give them some incentives so they know that things will soon be back to normal and that they should adjust their attitude towards us as soon as possible.
Zhang Ping'an thought to himself with a touch of smugness, but the next moment he saw that the family of five at the surrounding table were all covering their noses, glancing at him every now and then before turning away. It was obvious that they were gossiping.
He secretly lifted the loose collar and sniffed for a moment, but his nose, which had been marinated in the marinade, couldn't smell anything.
But the waiter at the small restaurant, who was also the owner's nephew, came over and said, "Uncle, you see, our shop is small. Since you're alone, how about we give you a discount and you can eat at home?"
Zhang Ping'an's face darkened three shades immediately, but his nephew was plump and strong, well-fed by the kitchen waste from the small restaurant, and the owner of a private restaurant at a time like this was someone he couldn't afford to offend.
He said in a muffled voice, "Fine, since you've said that, how can I not leave?"
The nephew didn't care about his subtle barb; this was a place to eat, and if it reeked of a latrine, how could they do business?
And he was so close he was about to throw up; he really shouldn't have eaten so much.
Zhang Ping'an left the house with a long face, carrying more than half a chicken. He had only eaten one chicken leg. After walking five meters, he turned back and spat at the restaurant, whose entrance was no longer visible: "Cough—pui, I wouldn't come even if you begged your grandpa next time, what a piece of trash!"
The wrapped roast chicken was slammed onto the table, and Zhang Ping'an shouted at the top of his lungs, "Where are they? Where have they all gone?"
Zhu Qiuguo emerged from behind the door. She had been eating and drinking well lately, and her complexion was good, with a natural pink glow on her cheeks. However, she was cold and looked at her so-called brother-in-law as if he were trash.
Zhang Ping'an grunted twice, but ultimately his bones were limp from the beating, and he didn't say anything more.
That night, after Zhu Qiuguo had fallen asleep, he gathered the others and whispered, "That bastard Sun Ming is about to fall. Someone is taking him down. Our good days will be back soon."
Old Zhang grumbled, "Good! I knew you could make a comeback."
Aunt Zhang chimed in, "That's right. The fortune teller who passed by when my baby was a month old said that Ping An was destined for great wealth and prosperity."
Zhang Ping'an wholeheartedly agreed. With Sun Ming gone, Wu Dong would inevitably take his place. He had done such a great favor; surely he would become a trusted confidant, and the vacant director position might even be his.
When Wu Dong retires, he should be the factory director.
Zhang Pingkang was beaten the most severely by Zhu Qiuguo's mistress. He was happy when his older brother said things would get better, but seeing that his parents' hearts were full of love for his older brother, he felt terrible no matter how he thought about it.
Zhang Ping'an glanced at his younger brother, thinking that the bruises on his body would be useful, so he pinched his nose and coaxed him, "Brother, don't worry. As long as your older brother has food to eat, you'll have food to eat too. Even if your older brother becomes successful, he will never forget you. You'll have to be a witness then. That woman Zhu Qiuguo was forced to marry you by Sun Ming, and she beats you every day, you hear me?"
Zhang Pingkang disliked the commanding tone, but under his parents' watchful eyes, he murmured twice before meekly accepting it.
Back in his room, he carefully lay down on the outer half of the bed and quickly fell into his own thoughts, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
He was willing to get rid of Zhu Qiuguo, but if he were to be accused, wouldn't everyone know that he was beaten by his wife all the time, and wouldn't everyone know that he was being cuckolded?
Zhang Pingkang didn't want that. He couldn't bear the shame of being such a person. Besides, he knew his parents and elder brother and sister-in-law best. They needed him now, but in the long run, they would definitely despise their younger brother with such a bad reputation.
Zhu Qiuguo opened her eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhang Pingkang quickly lay down and said, "N-nothing."
Zhu Qiuguo sneered: "You're keeping it from me, aren't you? It's just that your older brother is about to get back up again."
Zhang Pingkang was shocked: "How did you know? You were eavesdropping!"
Zhu Qiuguo rolled her eyes in the darkness, making sure no one could see: "I was just woken up. Where am I supposed to eavesdrop? When he came back, he was all high and mighty. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was going to become the county magistrate tomorrow. I'm not blind, how could I not see that?"
Zhang Pingkang remained silent.
Zhu Qiuguo turned over to face him instead: "Hey, you've been happy these past few days, haven't you? I'm your wife, and you've been overjoyed that I've been trampling your brother under my feet all this time."
Zhang Pingkang touched the bruises on his body, wanting to refute, but found a secret joy hidden deep in his heart that he himself did not realize.
That's why the thought "it's not so bad as it is now" flashed through my mind just now.
Zhu Qiuguo rolled back onto her back and lay flat on her back: "Go ahead and be happy, how many more days can you be happy?"
It was late at night, and the whole street was very quiet, empty and deserted. The houses were partitioned with thin wooden boards, so sounds could easily get in.
Zhang Pingkang heard his elder brother and sister-in-law's excited growls; they must be very happy for the good days to come.
Now, everyone is in the same boat; in the future, it will be just me who will be overlooked again.
The lewd music from next door finally stopped, and a voice drifted over from beside him: "Your body will never get better. You'll never beat your older brother in a contest of who's stronger, but you can compete to see who's worse, right? After all, your parents only had the two of you."
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Meng Songying hung up the phone with a slight smile on his lips. Fortunately, he had not given up on himself in Shenxian County over the years and had achieved some success.
When the provincial capital needs to hire someone from outside to repair machines, it naturally places more faith in foreigners from the place of origin, but it can't hire them many times, so it still needs his help.
Therefore, asking a former elder to transfer him to another post gave him some confidence.
Not to mention the recent commotion that has attracted everyone's attention.
All of this originated from—Meng Songying looked at Wang Shuitao standing at the door. She entered the small building and ran up the steps in two steps at a time.
Strands of hair fell messily around her temples. Wang Shuitao breathed heavily, trying to calm her racing heart. After closing the door, she looked at Meng Songying with watery eyes.
Guilt spread through her heart. In their usual interactions, Ah Ying was always very restrained, but she couldn't completely shake off the influence of her habits from her later life, and intimate gestures would occasionally pop up.
Facing her first love from both lifetimes, Wang Shuitao could not suppress her desire for intimacy, and Meng Songying always smelled sweet.
Perhaps that's why those words were so harsh and unbearable to hear.
Meng Songying thought she was frightened by the rumors outside, and immediately lost her usual composure. She hurriedly went over to her and stood in front of her. Her hot hand touched Taozi's shoulder and then quickly let go: "Don't be afraid, it's okay, I'm here."
Wang Shuitao braced her back against the door, climbed onto the arm of the man in front of her who was trying to comfort her, but couldn't budge him.
But the next moment, Meng Songying took the initiative to come to him, and the two embraced tightly.
"I'm not afraid, I didn't do anything wrong!"
Wang Shuitao said firmly that she had figured it out and that blaming herself wouldn't solve the problem. In fact, just like how Wangjiazhuang pretended not to see the affair between Wang Datong and Feng Shuiyun, emotional disputes often occurred in the sugar factory, and in the end, Li Yuanhong was the one who handled them.
There are one man and two women, one woman and two men, and many men and women. Of course, there are married people among them. But as much as they despise them, they only gossip in private. It's not like it is now, where few people talk about it in private, but it's causing quite a stir in public.
Wang Shuitao guessed that someone must be up to no good behind the scenes.
Meng Songying embraced the soft body that was nestled inside her, patting her back slowly but firmly, trying to calm her racing heartbeat.
He had a lot of good news to tell Taozi, but he didn't want Taozi to misunderstand that he was trying to curry favor or ask for rewards, so he wanted to tell her the most important thing first.
Meng Songying slowly pulled away a little, her whole body tense.
His tension was subtle yet obvious, which startled Wang Shuitao. She stopped trying to jump into Meng Songying's arms and stood obediently in front of the door, not wanting to put too much pressure on him: "What's wrong, Aying?"
Her lowered eyelashes trembled, her rosy lips quivered, and the hands that held Wang Shuitao tightly, though not forcefully, were also trembling slightly.
The anxious look on Wang Shuitao's face faded, her sixth sense was urging her to run away, but how could she leave at this moment when she was facing Aying like this?
The soles of my shoes felt like they were glued to the ground, and my body was stiff.
Until Meng Songying said, "Comrade Wang Shuitao, are you willing to study, progress, work, and live with me forever in the future?"
From a young age, he was immersed in the romanticism of foreign countries under the guidance of his parents. He memorized one moving poem after another, and love letters accumulated over twenty years of literary cultivation slept quietly in his pocket.
But in the end, all that could be said was this simple sentence:
I hope we can be together forever.
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