Wong Dahai clutched at Jiyun like a drowning man clutching at a straw, hand said hastily, "Miss, it’s not that I’m stubborn and unable to adapt. Look at Third Old Master, he still threatens to beat and kill me. I really have no other choice!"
Song Sanliang looked at Wong Dahai as if he were a disgusting bug. And now this bug had crawled onto his head, flaunting his power, which he just couldn’t bear.
He glanced around and suddenly swung a Taishi Chair toward Wong Dahai, shouting, "You think I really can’t deal with you!"
Wong Dahai, frightened, darted outside, yelling, "Help! Third Old Master wants to kill me!"
Like a broken pot, Song Sanliang chased after him and struck him, yelling, "I do want to kill you, what can you do about it?"
Not to mention Madam Zeng, even Ninth Master Song couldn’t stand it anymore, realizing how mistaken he had been in the past to think well of Song Sanliang, whom now he saw as inferior to Jiyun.
But he didn’t intend to intervene in this matter.
Song Daliang, on the other hand, was hoping for Song Sanliang’s misfortune, watching the excitement from the side.
The hall was in chaos. It was a struggle, but people eventually managed to separate the two men, with Song Sanliang still behaving like a fighting rooster.
Madam Zeng also disliked Wong Dahai, considering him the root of the trouble. But with things as they were, Song Sanliang being caught in the act left her feeling frustrated and helpless.
She advised Song Sanliang, "Calm down! Just get rid of Wong Dahai for now."
Song Sanliang felt utterly wronged and indignantly said, "Mother, do you also think this was my doing?"
Madam Zeng felt that this was indeed something Song Sanliang was capable of doing, but at that moment, she definitely couldn’t say it, "I know you are being framed, but we can’t directly confront this!"
Her words revealed an avoidance that even she herself hadn’t noticed.
Song Sanliang was so angry that he almost spat blood, finding no way to argue, his rage directed at the nearby Taishi Chair.
He knocked over a large section with a "crash."
And Wong Dahai was still shouting from the side, "Miss, you see, it’s not that I don’t want to reconcile with Third Old Master, he doesn’t want to let me go!"
He also said, "Miss, you have to stand up for me! I belong to the Kiln Factory! Third Old Master lost a bet to you, and you’re going to be the manager of the Kiln Factory. You can’t ignore me!"
Since when had Jiyun become the manager of the Kiln Factory?!
Not just Song Sanliang, but Madam Zeng, Ninth Grand Master, and others were all stunned.
The people from the Kiln Factory, as if they had found a backbone, mainly the young men who had "rescued" Wong Dahai from the floorboards, who already harbored resentment against Song Sanliang, immediately took the lead and started shouting, "Yes! Miss, you have to stand up for us!"
The Ninth Master Song quickly stood up and said, "Wait! The matters of the Kiln Factory are Kiln Factory’s matters, the matters of Wong Dahai are Wong Dahai’s matters, don’t confuse the two!"
A young person said, "They are the same issue. We couldn’t produce the Sacrificial White Porcelain, and it was Third Old Master who sent us to Miss. Now he’s denying it. We need a place to reason this out."
The voices of the crowd escalated one after another.
Knowing that if he continued, he might get dragged into this, Ninth Master Song shut his mouth tight.
Song Daliang thought of what Song Tao had said and also watched with indifference, not speaking.
Madam Li, panicked, rushed forth, screaming, "No! No! The Kiln Factory belongs to our Lord! What right does Jiyun, a woman, have to manage the Kiln Factory?"
If she had shouted this before Wong Dahai’s appearance, some people might have found it reasonable, but with the situation developed to its current state, no one paid her any heed.
Compared to whether a man or a woman managed the Kilin Factory, surviving was more crucial—they deeply feared a person like Song Sanliang, who despised them, would drink with them at the table when needed and ruthlessly discard them when not.
United by a common hatred, people just wanted the matter settled swiftly, "Miss, the matters of the Kiln Factory, we follow your lead!"
"Miss, you can’t just ignore this!"
Jiyun said with difficulty, "It’s not that I don’t want to handle it, but there are many elders present, and it’s not my place to manage!"
"But I only trust you!" Wong Dahai knelt in front of her, pleading fervently, "If you don’t help me, I’ll risk taking those twenty beatings to clear things up in the Yamen."
To initiate a lawsuit as a commoner, right or wrong, one must first endure twenty beatings.
Wong Dahai was firmly determined to confront Song Sanliang in the Yamen.
Everyone also pleaded for him, "You have to stand up for us!"
Seeing this, Madam Zeng closed her eyes involuntarily.
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