Chapter 84: Deserves a Lashing

After finishing the Courtyard House's communal meal, everyone went to work the next day with smiling faces, only Jia Zhangshi still lay on the kang unwilling to get up, feeling that the meal was over and she no longer needed to pick up trash.

San Daye went to call her, but she even scolded him away; when it was time to eat, it wasn't his turn, yet when it came to work he suddenly remembered—whoever wants to go can go.

San Daye was also helpless, so he could only go ask He Yuzhu for help.

"If I don't get up, I don't get up; looking for anyone is useless—I don't believe you two men dare to lift my blanket." Jia Zhangshi shouted loudly.

They wanted Qin Huairu to help, but she had already slipped out.

"San Daye, no need to be polite—first give him a beating, then talk; if he still won't get up, just open the door." He Yuzhu said with a smile, "I can't stand the sight of blood, so don't beat him until it's everywhere."

Normally San Daye would definitely not be able to do this—it's not like using himself as a gun—but this way there's still a ten percent share in the money for himself; although it's little, even mosquito legs are meat.

He Yuzhu outside the door heard the sound of bamboo sticks whipping the blanket; Jia Zhangshi was also being whipped a few times, and her cries gradually rose.

Hearing that sound, Yi Daye and Qin Huairu rushed over, but He Yuzhu stopped them; the two of them had no say, so they could only wait outside.

The result was simple—Jia Zhangshi unwillingly shouldered the basket and set off.

He Yuzhu came to the canteen to take charge; now the weather is getting colder, the noon meals must be hot, so the workers will have the strength to work.

Everyone was eating happily, only Deputy Factory Director Li sat alone in the office with a worried frown; this canteen has already been well run by He Yuzhu, and almost everyone inside are his confidants.

Even wanting to eat something better is not allowed.

Back when Old Qi was here, weren't there always a few little copies delivered? Now, whatever they're eating, he wants to take the dishes and pour them over He Yuzhu's head.

"How is the transferred Old Qi doing now?" Deputy Factory Director Li asked his secretary.

"Ah, a few days ago he clashed with a worker and got a severe beating; I heard he's still in the hospital and hasn't returned." The secretary replied, "The factory meeting said the matter was Old Qi's fault, and he still needs to be disciplined."

Deputy Factory Director Li still didn't know about this; hearing the news, his face grew even darker.

The secretary, however, understood his mind and quietly said, "Factory Director, it's just that you don't like He Yuzhu, right? I think we should just send him far away."

Deputy Factory Director Li's eyes lit up, then he immediately shook his head—He Yuzhu hasn't done anything wrong, so he can't be dismissed; giving him a nominal promotion but actual demotion probably wouldn't work either.

"Simple—we can send him away on an inspection trip; when he returns, the canteen will still be unchanged, and we'll definitely have our people inside."

Deputy Factory Director Li nodded; even if the people inside ignore him, he can spread rumors outside, and then suspicion can destroy that group.

"Good plan; let me see where to send him—ideally he won't notice."

Deputy Factory Director Li stood with his hands behind his back, carefully examining the map of China.

By now He Yuzhu had already arrived at the Supply Group; with the year-end approaching, many people are taking the opportunity to marry, so everyday consumables are being used up quickly.

"Is there anything special today?" He Yuzhu asked Liu Lan, "I see an unusually large crowd."

Liu Lan carefully checked—just simple things like towels and duvet covers, nothing particularly rare. He Yuzhu sat there and began drinking tea while reading the newspaper.

"Do you know about Old Qi getting beaten a few days ago?" Liu Lan asked, "I heard he was beaten badly, with several bones broken."

He Yuzhu really didn't know about this; he smiled and replied, "That's not surprising at all."

While in the canteen, He Yuzhu had several times wanted to beat him, but he restrained himself with a bit of reason; elsewhere, those young workers might not be so restrained, but getting beaten is certain.

"Why?"

Actually, this isn't really the workers' fault—after Director Qi went to the Health Section, he was genuinely honest for a few days, but now the old problem has resurfaced.

He actually went to loiter at the workshop entrance, holding a little notebook intending to fine people; a few days ago, because of oil stains at the door and a worker, they clashed and exchanged insults at the workshop entrance.

In the end, the worker couldn't hold back any longer and punched Director Qi in the eye; that blow knocked him to the ground, and then he was thoroughly beaten.

"Haha, he really treats himself like a dish to be served, actually going to fine people." He Yuzhu couldn't quite understand, "He's asking for a beating—aren't fines just empty talk?"

The two of them were chatting happily in the office when the Factory Director suddenly burst in, shaking his head and saying, "I heard you outside—you don't need to be so excited."

For this matter, the Factory Director also had a terrible headache; the worker is easy to handle, but Director Qi's side is a bit troublesome—he got a beating, and dealing with him further might be a bit inhumane.

Otherwise, we'll make up for it later.

"When is 'later'? Doing this will hurt the hearts of all the workers; when problems arise, we should cut them down swiftly." He Yuzhu didn't miss the chance to add insult to injury.

He Yuzhu said, "What does the Health Section do? Isn't it just to manage hygiene? If the factory is spotless everywhere, what's the point of having that Health Section?"

Moreover, there are dedicated people for cleaning; him going to fine the workers—what's that about?

"The workers have money, while the Street Cleaning Squad are all penniless." Liu Lan added, "These fines probably end up lining private pockets."

Speaking of which, they really deserve a beating.

"Alright, alright, I'll think about it again." The Factory Director waved his hand, "There are guests coming tonight; go to the canteen and flip two dishes, add more meat."

He Yuzhu nodded, indicating no problem.

When he returned to the canteen, Ma Hua was bragging to a group of young workers, saying he had independently completed a grand feast, but an old mangy dog at the end wouldn't let him take the leftovers.

He gave him a stern lesson.

"Master Ma, if you get another chance like this, could you bring me along? Whether you make money or not doesn't matter to me—just give me something to eat."

"Right, right, you've made it big—don't forget us brothers."

"Right, you're so capable—won't you bring me along?"

When Ma Hua saw it was He Yuzhu, he quickly stood up, indicating he would never forget his master.

Actually, He Yuzhu didn't mean anything else; it's not yet the time for Ma Hua to get arrogant—we should suppress him a bit so he can develop better skills later.

"Hurry to the warehouse to prepare things—there are guests tonight." He Yuzhu ordered, "Be serious; if you keep bragging like that, I'll really have you hung up and whipped."

Ma Hua replied loudly while running.