Chapter 112

The morning sunlight shone into the room through the gaps in the curtains, spilling warmly onto his face. Zhou Andong felt very heavy; he opened his eyes and saw Jian Qiu naked, hugging him like an octopus. That smooth, fair skin was shining in the sunlight, and the tiny, invisible fuzz also became clear.

At this moment, Jian Qiu also opened her eyes, bit Zhou Andong on the chest, then got up, got out of bed, put on her clothes, and left the bedroom without saying a word.

"Hey?" Zhou Andong said with dissatisfaction: "You finished eating, and you left without even smacking your lips? Let me tell you, Jian Qiu, even if you have possessed my body, you cannot possess my soul."

After speaking, Zhou Andong found a cigarette and lit it, then looked down at the place Jian Qiu had bitten. If it weren't for the lingering pain, he would have felt like he had had a dream; it was too unreal.

Hearing Zhou Andong's words from behind, Jian Qiu paused for a moment, gritted her teeth, and muttered: "This bastard."

An Jing was in the kitchen making breakfast, peeking into Jian Qiu's room from time to time. When she peeked again, she saw Jian Qiu come out and waved her hands with a grin.

"Come here, come here."

"What for?" Jian Qiu frowned and didn't move.

An Jing gave a wicked smile: "Why do I feel like your walking posture is not quite right? It seems very awkward, like you can't take a full step."

Jian Qiu rolled her eyes: "Nothing, I'm going to brush my teeth."

"Don't go, there's something!" An Jing ran over, grabbed Jian Qiu's arm, and asked with a curious face, "Tell me, what does it feel like?"

Jian Qiu viciously pinched An Jing's face: "Are you looking to die? If you want to know what it feels like, go find a man and try it yourself."

An Jing sighed and said: "Good men are almost all dead, how could it be that easy to find one?"

Jian Qiu said, both annoyed and amused: "Guan Shengjie is really not bad. He's a chief reporter for the newspaper and has been a war correspondent. He's not even afraid of facing a hail of bullets; he's definitely a real man. Aren't you tempted?"

An Jing grabbed her hair in distress: "I also think Guan Shengjie is a good person, but I don't know why, I just don't feel a spark."

Zhou Andong came out of the room: "It doesn't matter if there's no spark; feelings are cultivated slowly. You can try to get in touch with him."

An Jing shook her head violently: "Forget it, if there's no feeling, no matter how you interact, it's useless, and it just delays him from finding a wife."

It didn't take long for Zhou Andong and Jian Qiu to finish washing up, and An Jing also brought breakfast to the table: "I just made porridge and fried a few eggs, let's just make do."

Jian Qiu said with a smile: "Our An Jing is still the virtuous one, getting up early to make breakfast, worthy of praise."

Zhou Andong looked at An Jing and said: "Why do you have dark circles under your eyes?"

Jian Qiu suddenly thought of something and pinched Zhou Andong on the waist: "Can you stop making small talk?"

An Jing chuckled, winked at Jian Qiu, and looked at Zhou Andong again: "Why do I have dark circles? You'll have to ask the two of you."

Zhou Andong gave a dry laugh: "Eat, eat. After eating, you go to the shop, and we'll go to work."

Zhang Deyou arrived at the winery early. As soon as he entered the office, Especially Qu Hongqi came in: "Factory Director!"

Zhang Deyou asked hurriedly: "Is everything ready?"

"Everything is ready, don't worry." Especially Qu Hongqi placed a stack of letters he was holding on the desk, "These were delivered last night, they are all whistleblower letters."

Zhang Deyou asked absentmindedly: "Whistleblowing on whom?"

Especially Qu Hongqi said: "Whistleblowing on Zhou Andong."

Zhang Deyou's spirits lifted. He picked up the whistleblower letters, tore them open, and upon seeing the contents, he was so angry he almost vomited blood and tore the letter paper to shreds.

"These are the same whistleblower letters written by those two guys last time."

The last whistleblower letters were dropped into his own mailbox at the winery gate, so they went directly to Chang Tai. But this time, they were delivered by the postman, and since Especially Qu Hongqi was the head of the security department, the gatekeeper sent the whistleblower letters to him.

"Throw them away!" Zhang Deyou snorted angrily, "Then you go to the broadcasting station and notify them about the meeting. Let's set the time for 11:30, use the lunch hour, don't delay production."

Especially Qu Hongqi agreed, collected those whistleblower letters, turned around and left the office, threw them into the trash can in the restroom, and then went to the broadcasting station.

As soon as Zhou Andong and Jian Qiu entered Gu Bing's office, they heard Liu Huilan on the broadcast: "Comrade workers, comrade workers, now broadcasting a notice: at 11:30 noon, go to the factory's Palace of Culture to hold a workers' congress. Broadcasting again, at 11:30 noon, go to the factory's Palace of Culture to hold a workers' congress, please do not be late."

"Damn it!" Zhou Andong cursed, "It must be Gao Qingkui and Zhang Deyou, I don't know what kind of trouble they are trying to stir up again."

Jian Qiu pondered for a moment and said: "Could it be about the bonus?"

Gu Bing said: "Your bonus amount is relatively large, and you definitely won't get it without Zhang Deyou's approval. I went to see him a few days ago, but that old thing blocked me, saying that the winery has just started to improve and it's not the time to issue bonuses, that we have to wait a bit. Because Zuo Peiming knows about this, I wasn't afraid of him reneging, so I didn't tell you, and I wasn't in a hurry."

Zhou Andong nodded, touched his chin, and said: "According to what you said, his calling a workers' congress probably really isn't about the bonus."

Jian Qiu said with a smile: "Soldiers come to block, water comes to cover; whatever medicine he is selling in his gourd, we will know when the time comes."

At 11:20, the lunch bell rang, and the workers walked to the Palace of Culture in groups. Many people were still complaining, having worked for half a day, they were exhausted; couldn't the meeting wait until after they finished eating?

Zhou Andong and Jian Qiu entered the Palace of Culture, glanced at the chaotic venue, found a seat at the very back, and then looked toward the stage.

On the conference table, besides the microphones, there was also a large object covered with a red cloth, square-shaped; it was unknown what it was.

"Hmm?" Zhou Andong's eyes narrowed, "Jian Qiu, tell me who I see?"

"Who?" Jian Qiu asked suspiciously.

Zhou Andong pointed: "Over there, Chen Laolai, Meng Xiaoping, Ding Liuhe!"

These guys were the factory's riffraff, the kind of stinking meat that those who were afraid of trouble didn't dare to touch, and those who weren't afraid of trouble couldn't be bothered to deal with. They usually took their wages without working, but as long as they arrived at the factory, there would definitely be no good news.

Jian Qiu also saw them, her eyebrows raised: "Why did they suddenly come to the factory?"

Zhou Andong gave a cold laugh: "It seems there is a big show to be staged today."

Jian Qiu's gaze became icy, and her tone was even more filled with violence: "I'll go find Yao Jun and have him bring his men to watch those few pieces of trash. It's best if they aren't targeting you; if they are targeting you, I'll have an ambulance carry them out."