Chapter 115: Pitiful and Hateful

Tong Huaiyu was stunned, then his face gradually turned livid. He clenched his fists, stared fixedly at Zhou Andong, and muttered to himself.

"Zhou Andong, Zhou Andong, your name is Zhou Andong. Good, very good. I will definitely make you regret being born in this world."

"Director Jian, do you know what you are doing?" Zhang Deyou roared in a flustered and exasperated manner.

Jian Qiu looked at Zhang Deyou with great surprise: "Vice Factory Director Zhang, what I am doing—can't you see? Someone is slandering my man, splashing dirty water on him. Can't I give him his innocence back?"

"How can you give him his innocence?" Having already had victory in his grasp, an unexpected troublemaker had suddenly appeared. Zhang Deyou lost his sanity a bit: "He went to mess with another woman, and he would let you know?"

Jian Qiu smiled, and everyone could feel the extreme self-confidence in her: "Vice Factory Director Zhang, do you think any woman can snatch him away from my side? Or are you saying that my charm is not enough to keep his heart, making him go around stealing food?"

Zhang Deyou's face changed through colors—green, red, blue, green, purple—and finally turned black. His body trembled with anger. He turned his head to look at Gao Qingkui, only to see that old guy holding his enamel teacup and drinking tea, not putting the teacup down for a long time.

Jian Qiu gave a mocking smile and turned back to look at Yao Qixin: "Do you think that under my nose, the two of them could do anything?"

Yao Qixin really wanted to say he didn't believe it, but he wasn't blind. His wife was beautiful, but standing next to Jian Qiu, she was just an ugly duckling.

Think about it from another perspective: having such a beautiful wife, how could he possibly take a fancy to another woman? Even if he wanted to steal food, he would have to find someone of the same level.

There was another point, which was the one he couldn't refute the most: Jian Qiu was the director of the liquor factory's labor union. Whether it was Zhou Andong or his wife Wang Ruomei, they were both under her nose. How could they possibly have the opportunity to mess around?

Yao Qixin scanned the faces of Zhang Deyou, Gao Qingkui, Qu Hongqi, Liu Zhiguang, and Qian Wei one by one. He wasn't a fool; he had just been blinded by hatred. Now he finally came to his senses. He had been used. Everything he heard was something someone had deliberately let him hear, just to use him to deal with Zhou Andong.

"I... I..." Yao Qixin looked at Wang Ruomei, wanting to say something, but feeling Wang Ruomei's cold, emotionless gaze, he understood that the two of them were finished.

"How could it be like this? How could it be like this?"

Liu Zhiguang muttered to himself, especially seeing Jian Qiu holding Zhou Andong's hand. The fire of jealousy burned his eyes red. Jian Qiu was the most perfect goddess in his heart. Her beauty made him not dare to have a trace of blasphemy.

But now, his goddess was holding Zhou Andong's hand. Thinking again of her lying in Zhou Andong's arms, moaning and turning, Liu Zhiguang felt an indescribable pain in his heart. Why? Are you women all blind? How am I not better than Zhou Andong in every way?

Suddenly, Gao Qingkui, who had been drinking water, spoke: "Although there is some controversy regarding Zhou Andong and Wang Ruomei messing around with women, the negative impact has already been caused. To prevent this kind of unhealthy trend from appearing again, the decision to fire Zhou Andong remains in effect."

Zhou Andong smiled, ignored Gao Qingkui, and said to Yao Qixin: "If you could act like a man and challenge me to a duel, even if you gave me two stabs, I wouldn't blame you. Because as a man, I can understand your mood when you heard those rumors. If it were me, I couldn't pretend not to know either. But you shouldn't have run here without figuring out the truth, pushing your own wife into the abyss. I pity you for being used, but you are not worthy of forgiveness."

After speaking, Zhou Andong took the microphone from Jian Qiu's hand, looked at the more than a thousand employees below, and grinned, laughing "hehehe."

"I didn't expect that after doing so much for you—supplementing your wages, raising your wages, letting you have money to spend a happy New Year—what I got in return wasn't applause, gratitude, and thanks, but abuse, slander, and questioning."

"There is always a bunch of people in this world who can't distinguish between fragrant and foul, good and evil. Their hearts are full of filth, selfish and self-interested. They are like a bunch of shameless patrons who think all the women in the world are prostitutes. One day they fall into the water and are saved by a woman, and not only are they not grateful, but they shamelessly use morality to kidnap her, turning around to extort money."

Zhou Andong spat the cigarette butt he had been holding in his mouth, which had already gone out, onto the ground, and then crushed it fiercely with his foot: "The greatest evil in the world is returning kindness with enmity!"

Below, there was silence. Everyone looked at Zhou Andong blankly. Some felt guilt in their hearts, while others showed sneers. In the face of interests, who the hell still wants a conscience?

Zhou Andong came to Zhang Deyou's side and slapped the high stack of RMB: "Do you guys really want this money?"

Zhou Andong scanned below. "I can tell you that this money is what I deserve, and no one can snatch it from my hands. You can't, and Zhang Deyou and Gao Qingkui can't either. Mine is mine. You aren't used to it, you are jealous, you envy—it's useless."

"You have already been expelled, so the money isn't yours." Chen Laolai, Meng Xiaoping, and Ding Liuhe started inciting again. "That belongs to all of us employees. Everyone, don't let him take the money away."

"Right!" Someone else shouted, "Don't let him take the money away."

"Zhou Andong, you can get lost, but you can't take the money away."

"The money belongs to all of us employees, it has nothing to do with you."

"Zhou Andong, get lost!"

"Get out of the liquor factory!"

Zhou Andong looked at the triumphant Zhang Deyou: "Vice Factory Director Zhang, do you say this money is what I deserve, and should I take it away?"

Zhang Deyou chuckled: "Zhou Andong, although I am the factory director, I still have to listen to the voices and opinions of the employees. They say you can't take it away, and I have no way to help."

"Good!" Zhou Andong nodded, stacked the money bundle by bundle into the red cloth, and then one bundle...

"Today I'll put it this way: whoever the hell dares to stop me, I'll make them leave lying down."

Just at this moment, the main gate of the venue was pushed open again, and a group of people walked in from outside.

When Zhang Deyou and Gao Qingkui saw the people coming, their faces changed. Besides Zuo Peiming, there were several other leaders from the city.

The one walking in front, they didn't know, but being able to walk in front of this group of people, they could guess that it was the new secretary of Jiangzhou, Cheng Zhanjun.

The two hurriedly stood up to greet them, a bad premonition suddenly arising in their hearts. And this feeling became stronger the closer they got to these leaders. ===== CHAPTER 116 =====