Chapter 280: Luring a Lonely Soul with Lust

The workshop section chief's words seemed to be reminding coworkers to help Qin Huairu improve her skills, but in reality he just wanted to use the coworkers' hands to force Qin Huairu to leave.

In that way.

Qin Huairu's days became increasingly bad.

Wherever she went.

All were coworkers who gave her cold looks.

She wanted to escape.

But the coworkers dragged her back, continuing to harass her—either saying Qin Huairu was lazy, or saying Qin Huairu, like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, insisting she leave quickly.

She stayed at her workstation.

The coworkers ignored Qin Huairu, but afterward they would criticize her work—this part wasn't machined properly, that component was ruined, even the polishing smoothness was complained about over and over: either the burrs here weren't removed, or the smoothness there still wasn't up to standard.

Finding bones in an egg.

All kinds of embarrassment.

Strictly speaking.

It's not just nitpicking.

Because Qin Huairu basically has no skill.

For parts requiring ±0.10 mm tolerance, the measurements she produced usually erred by about ±0.15 mm, which is how the ninth workshop's scrap rate rose.

No wonder no workshop wants Qin Huairu.

That's the crux.

One morning's time.

Qin Huairu spent the morning under coworkers' surveillance, at one point feeling as if each day dragged like a year, and her body seemed not her own.

She felt utterly weak.

But she still had to eat.

Dragging her weary body, she headed toward the canteen.

It must be because she was hungry.

When Qin Huairu reached the doorway, a meaty aroma flew into her nostrils; she followed the scent and saw Guo Da Piezi stuffing a large piece of fatty pork into his mouth.

Saliva swirled in her mouth.

She craved meat.

Once upon a time.

She had once endured such miserable days.

Although she was a widow, thanks to Yi Zhonghai's help and relief, Qin Huairu basically ate meat every three days and steamed white buns every two days, living quite comfortably.

Yi Zhonghai died.

Then it came out that the Jia Family were the richest in the siheyuan.

Her quality of life plummeted.

Qin Huairu hadn't eaten meat or white steamed buns for almost two months.

Should she indulge herself?

Her idea of indulgence differed from what others imagined—not spending her own money on meat dishes or white buns, but finding someone who had a notion of her and still had spare cash, a sucker, to help pay her lunch; for three years she had mostly lived this way—whenever someone paid her bill, she would really go all out, ordering two dishes at once and several steamed buns, eating what she could and taking the rest home.

Not only Qin Huairu brought food from the canteen.

Many people did, including those from the Security Section.

Qin Huairu's gaze wandered among the crowd.

Looking for a sucker.

Guo Da Piezi was a good choice.

Too bad.

This guy had already served his meal.

He had been shuffling around for a while.

Seeing that everyone ignored him, there was also the fact that another line was longer.

Qin Huairu stepped up to Guo Da Piezi, found a seat, and sat opposite him.

Guo Da Piezi, head down eating, felt a figure suddenly appear before him; looking closely, he saw it was the famous pretty widow of the Yagangchang, Qin Huairu.

He secretly felt a flicker of joy.

He made a move to push his lunchbox toward Qin Huairu.

The instant his hand touched the lunchbox, he suddenly thought of the Yagangchang's controversies—either unrelated to Qin Huairu, or involving her.

He instantly abandoned that improper thought.

He had heard about Qin Huairu's affairs in the Ninth Workshop.

Regarding that.

He could only express sympathy.

But he had no way to help—despite Guo Da Piezi being just an ordinary person, even if he weren't, he wouldn't dare arbitrarily transfer Qin Huairu under his command.

A notorious laggard.

If he really were transferred over.

The coworkers' spit could drown him.

He still had to proceed cautiously.

"Qin Huairu, have you eaten?"

Qin Huairu froze.

What's the difference between asking this and asking in vain?

Don't you see my lunchbox is empty in my hand?

Thieves don't leave empty-handed.

Qin Huairu is never empty.

Since the day she started working at the factory, her lunchbox has never been empty; if she had actually eaten, she wouldn't be sitting before Guo Da Piezi with pleading eyes, trying to curry favor.

"No, that's not it."

"Then hurry up and get your meal."

Qin Huairu gave Guo Da Piezi a contemptuous look.

"Get a meal."

Don't I know how to get a meal?

If I had money, I wouldn't be sitting in front of you.

She is using her gaze to do Guo Da Piezi's work.

Give me money, give me meal tickets.

Guo Da Piezi is also a lecherous devil; the nickname "Qiao Gua Fu" for Qin Huairu was coined by him and spread from his mouth. Since Qin Huairu took the position and entered the factory, this guy has had designs on her. Over the past three years he has repeatedly contributed meal tickets, yet he hasn't gained any concrete benefit—at most just holding hands.

He saw through Qin Huairu's thoughts.

His hand had already reached into his pocket, which held meal tickets and money.

But the instant his finger touched the meal ticket, Guo Da Piezi was as if doused with cold water, and that damned lecherous thought vanished instantly.

Now Qin Huairu.

Among the workers at Yagangchang.

Purely a lump of unbearably stinking dog shit.

Whoever touches it gets unlucky.

Do you really think Guo Da Piezi can get out of this?

Nonsense!

Thinking that Yi Zhonghai, despite Qin Huairu's death, still went against her wishes, Guo Da Piezi wanted to shout, "You fucking are farting!"

What kind of person is Yi Zhonghai?

How could Guo Da Piezi not know?

That's a hypocrite, always preparing in advance when doing things.

It's impossible to go against Qin Huairu's wishes.

So there must be an unknown secret here.

Guo Da Piezi has no desire to pursue the secret; he now just wants to stay away from Qin Huairu. Just a moment ago, many people already turned their gaze toward him.

This fucking thing has been transmitted to the tigress's ears.

Guo Da Piezi can't have a good outcome.

He slammed on the brakes.

"You haven't eaten, have you? Why don't you go get a meal?"

Qin Huairu just wanted to say fuck; she saw Guo Da Piezi reach into his pocket to take out money, but didn't expect he'd end up pulling out only air.

She suppressed her anger.

She gave Guo Da Piezi a smile.

She stood up and walked toward the queue.

If it weren't for seeing those few workers from the Nine Vehicle Workshop staring at Qin Huairu with eager faces, Qin Huairu would have to speak up to Guo Da Piezi anyway.

Look at the current situation.

Everyone regards Qin Huairu as a plague god, all trying desperately to avoid her.

She can only rely on herself.

She walked to the canteen meal window, saw the scant leftovers inside, and couldn't help licking her lips.

"Comrade, give me a serving of stir-fried cabbage and potato slices, plus a wheat flour steamed bun and a corn steamed bun."

She handed the lunchbox to the other person.

A scoop of vegetables was poured into her lunchbox.

The wheat flour steamed bun and corn steamed bun were also placed on top of the lunchbox lid.

"Comrade, two meal tickets, meal money..."