Chapter 467: Qin Huairu: Liu Guangqi, hurry up and pull, I need to sweep the toilet

Inside the steel mill.

Secrets can't stay hidden.

What happened in Factory Director Yang's office just a few minutes ago has already been spread wildly by some people.

From the factory director.

Down to Qin Huairu, who sweeps the toilets.

Everyone knows that Shazhu left the steel mill to open a restaurant.

1975.

People's thinking still stuck on eating state-provided meals, believing only by joining a state unit could one live worry-free for life, the iron rice bowl held onto until retirement, then passed to the next generation.

Moreover, because of that messy dog-blood incident years ago that threw the steel mill into chaos.

Running a private business became, in many eyes, a flood and ferocious beast, no less than street hustlers.

Many think only those with no prospects or no other path would go into private business.

Some say Shazhu was exiled; otherwise why not stay at the steel mill as his cafeteria chief instead of opening a restaurant as a private trader?

Some say Shazhu has water in his brain, bluntly claiming he took a wrong step.

Furthermore.

There are also people who sneer and engage in the act of kicking someone when they're down.

The foremost among them.

Is Qin Huairu, who just got scolded head-to-toe by Shazhu, left hand gripping a broom, right hand holding a dustpan, busy cleaning the toilet while she keeps telling those squatting that Shazhu will have bad luck.

Her words are full of contempt for Shazhu, completely forgetting who just grabbed Shazhu's arm trying to settle their grudge.

When she gets excited.

Qin Huairu stops her work.

She urges Liu Guangtian, who is squatting.

"Liu Guangtian, can you hurry up?"

Liu Guangtian looks at Qin Huairu with a helpless expression.

They say when a woman opens up.

Not even a gale of level ten can stop her.

I didn't believe it before.

But now I do.

Inside the toilet.

Liu Guangtian is squatting, Qin Huairu barges in without regard, runs to him, and says to Liu Guang, "Hurry up and pull."

This feeling.

Really leaves Liu Guangtian at a loss for words.

Turning against Qin Huairu.

I'm a man; if it gets out, I'll lose face.

Not turning against her.

The situation on site is truly indescribable in words.

He instinctively blocks with something.

"Liu Guangtian, what are you blocking? When I married into the Siheyuan, you were still a little kid in open-crotch pants, leading your brother Liu Guangfu to play in the mud. Why don't you switch pits? This toilet I have left only your pit unswept; after I sweep it I'll go elsewhere, otherwise I'll get demerits—you know I have a major demerit on me, I can't afford any mistake."

Liu Guang MMP.

Who makes someone switch pits halfway through?

Can you switch?

Who does the stuff stuck in the pants belong to when it's done?

Can't afford to provoke.

Absolutely can't afford to provoke.

Liu Guangtian has no thoughts now, just one idea: hurry and empty the messy stuff in his belly to avoid Qin Huairu's undeserved disaster.

Also strangely strong.

The harder he strains.

The less he can pass.

Not long.

Liu Guangtian's face turns red, ears red.

Qin Huairu, long-ill and thus become a good doctor, sees Liu Guangtian's state and knows the problem: he hasn't eaten well lately, his belly lacks oil, it's clogged.

"Guangtian, I'm not saying this to blame you, you're a second-grade worker at the steel mill, earning twenty-seven and a half a month, enough to support a family, why are you so stingy? Can't you eat something better? I'm poor, I have no choice."

Liu Guangtian feels like dying.

Qin Huairu speaks without regard for occasion.

While he's squatting, she talks about eating, the toilet's smell and surroundings—this is really making people want to vomit.

"En."

"You can't do this, your intestines are dry; listen to my advice, after work go home, buy some pig's head meat or whatever, give yourself a good supplement, otherwise you still won't be able to go."

The tone shifts.

She starts talking about Shazhu.

"Guangtian, people say Factory Director Yang received Shazhu's favor, so why is Shazhu still being driven out to open a restaurant? Who would a good person open a restaurant for?"

"En."

You go on speaking, why aren't you speaking? According to my opinion, it's definitely Shazhu who did something sorry to Factory Director Yang; serves him right to be unlucky, he has a few lousy bucks in his hand, doesn't know how to get cocky, now being kicked out of Yagangchang, he must be satisfied, huh, I spit.

Qin Huairu finally became the person she once despised.

She turned into a Jia Zhangshi who wasn't Jia Zhangshi.

Her tone and expression now are exactly like a Jia Zhangshi-type person.

"You guess, this time he's been thrown out, are those rooms in the courtyard...?"

As soon as Qin Huairu brought the topic to the houses,

Liu Guangtian, who had been unable to relieve himself for a long time, was as if someone had pulled out the plug; he heard a plop, and instantly a stench filled the toilet.

"Guangtian, you."

"Qin Huairu, do you have any paper?"

"No."

"We can only use socks."

……

Yagangchang Ershitang.

Shazhu, in the capacity of having left Ershitang to develop outside,

He appeared here once again.

From going to returning.

Just twenty minutes.

But the feeling it gave Shazhu.

Yet it felt like heaven and earth apart; looking at those people and things before him, Shazhu's thoughts were slightly moved, in a hazy haze, as if he saw some things from his previous life.

Yu Li and Yan Jiecheng opened a restaurant, and Shazhu took Thus: Thus: Mahua and the fat guy to do side jobs.

A monthly wage of twenty-five hundred.

What really prompted Shazhu to act were just a few dishes, or maybe a few customers; the vast majority of it was Thus: Thus: Mahua and the fat guy handling things.

Yet the money Shazhu earned would not go to Thus: Thus: Mahua and the fat guy.

I vaguely recall Qin Huairu saying something like that.

"Eighty bucks a day, and just like that it's gone; I figure if we work till year-end, Bangeng's wedding expenses will be covered, Xiao Dang and Huaihua's dowries will be ready, Shazhu—I'm not saying this to you, but working for private employers is different from working for the state; when private bosses spend money, we just have to put up with it."

Damn scheming bitch.

Vampire.

Shazhu, silently cursing a few times, shook his head vigorously; before his eyes, Qin Huairu turned into Liu Lan, Thus: Thus: Mahua, and their group.

He saw it very clearly.

Mixed feelings.

Myriad feelings.

Regarding Shazhu's departure, the true thoughts of the Ershitang staff were clearly etched on their faces; the kitchen helpers and miscellaneous workers didn't care, wearing expressions that said having Shazhu or not made no difference.

Only the fat guy, a faint hint of conflict flickered across his face.

Think again about what the fat guy said to Shazhu a while back.

Shazhu suddenly regretted it.

This is just an ungrateful white-eyed wolf.

Simply, he just taught a few common dishes.

With or without him, it's all the same.