Chapter 2481

Liu Mei never dreamed that Su Dali would be so bold as to not give the factory director any face at all, and be so arrogant and sarcastic.

How could she know that in Su Dali's eyes, Zhou Andong was already a dead man? What was there to fear about a dead man? It was the perfect opportunity to trample on Zhou Andong and establish his own authority.

Hong Jinyan immediately understood Su Dali's goal, her brow furrowing as she said unhappily, "Chang Kezhang Su, hand the clothes to this comrade and let her deliver them to Factory Director Zhou."

Su Dali was clearly reluctant; this was a rare opportunity to trample on Zhou Andong, and once missed, it would never come again.

"Sister—ah, no, Factory Director, these clothes..." Su Dali wanted to argue a few more words.

"Did you not hear my words clearly?" Hong Jinyan's face turned gloomy, and her voice became icy: "I told you to hand the clothes to this comrade and let her deliver them to Factory Director Zhou. Do you have an opinion?"

Xiao Ming's heart skipped a beat, and he panicked. He stood in place, looking around, and then he turned around and saw a large group of people walking toward the cinema.

Seeing that Hong Jinyan was truly angry, Su Dali was also genuinely afraid. This fellow looked fiercely at Liu Mei, and the murderous look in his eyes made Liu Mei shiver. She hurriedly took the paper bag and turned to run away, greasing her feet.

Liu Mei ran all the way to the main gate and finally stopped. She took a deep breath, turned back, and spat fiercely on the ground, her expression one of extreme disgust.

"What kind of thing is that!" Liu Mei cursed resentfully: "Calling it the latest clothing designed by your Design Department, ptooey, how can you be so shameless?"

The more the woman thought about it, the angrier she got. Gritting her teeth, every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth: "You bunch of idiots in the Design Department only know how to hang around the department store all day.

You see which style of clothing sells well, buy it back, modify it slightly, and pretend it's your own design. Do you really think we're all fools and can't see anything?"

Liu Mei spat again: "Su Dali, you dog thing, you still dare to glare at me? Do you really think I don't know that you were throwing your weight around and trading employee quotas when you were in the Production Department?

Later, when Hong Jinyan became factory director, she transferred you to the Design Department to wreak havoc. You just wait and see how I give you a hard time in front of Factory Director Zhou. I want to see how much longer you can be arrogant."

"Meimei!" Yang Yuhong ran over holding a small cloth bag and asked, "Did you find suitable clothes?"

Seeing Yang Yuhong arrive, Liu Mei's anger dissipated by half, and a smile appeared on her face. She held up the paper bag in her hand and said, "Found them!"

Yang Yuhong breathed a sigh of relief, walked quickly to Liu Mei's side, and asked curiously, "Was it that easy for the people in the Design Department to let you take the clothes out?"

Ever since Su Dali became section chief of the Design Department, the entire department had been turned into a mess by him, falling into chaos and disorder. The experienced and capable old employees were all transferred away by him and sent to the production line.

Today's Design Department was filled with a group of so-called professional talents hired by Su Dali at a high price. These people's level in clothing design didn't even count as half-full, but each one was incredibly arrogant; except for Hong Jinyan, the factory director, no one else's words mattered. This situation made internal communication and collaboration in the Design Department extremely difficult, and work had no efficiency at all.

"There was indeed no one in the Design Department."

Liu Mei laughed. Even if there were people in the Design Department, so what? If anyone dared not let her take the clothes, she wouldn't say a word of nonsense and would immediately come back to tell Factory Director Zhou, and then see how that bunch of trash would end up.

Including Su Dali just now, she actually hoped that dog thing wouldn't return the clothes to her. And Hong Jinyan, worthy of being the factory director, had a clear head and returned the clothes to her.

"However, when I came out of the factory building, I happened to run into Hong Jinyan and Su Dali."

"What?" Yang Yuhong was startled: "Did they say anything?"

Liu Mei's face instantly darkened, and she gritted her teeth and said indignantly, "Of course they did!"

Yang Yuhong felt a tightness in her heart and hurriedly asked, "What did they say?"

The more Liu Mei thought about it, the angrier she got. She held Yang Yuhong's hand tightly and said, "The factory director is still waiting for us to deliver the clothes. When we see the factory director, I will tell him everything they said word for word. Let's go!"

Zhou Andong checked the time; it had been more than ten minutes and people hadn't returned. He turned back slightly, reached out his hand, and said, "Leader, give me a cigarette."

Wang Jianmin helplessly took out a cigarette and gave it to Zhou Andong, then signaled to Hu Guanghui: "Mayor, do you want one?"

"No more!" Hu Guanghui looked at the back of Zhou Andong's head and said with a smile, "You really are a chimney; you just threw away a cigarette and are smoking again."

Zhou Andong also laughed: "After my wife got pregnant, I've already controlled it. Before, two packs of cigarettes a day weren't enough."

"The Mayor really wasn't wrong," Wang Jianmin teased: "You really are a chimney."

Liu Mei and Yang Yuhong arrived, and the two knocked on the window: "Factory Director, we've brought you the clothes."

Zhou Andong opened the window and took the clothes: "Thank you both."

"No need to thank us!" Yang Yuhong hurriedly waved her hands.

"Factory Director!" Just as Zhou Andong was about to close the car window, Liu Mei spoke: "I got your clothes from the Design Department. When I came out, I happened to run into our Factory Director Hong and Design Department Chang Kezhang Su Dali."

Liu Mei embellished Su Dali's words; that tone and that expression were absolutely at the level of a movie star, making Yang Yuhong on the side grit her teeth.

"Factory Director, let me tell you, Su Dali traded employee quotas when he was section chief of the Production Department. Later, when he was transferred to the Design Department, he transferred all the capable old people in the Design Department to the front line to do manual labor.

Now, the people in the Design Department are all so-called professional talents he hired at a high price. But these talents are all trash; since entering Jin Shiguang, they haven't designed any decent clothes.

Every day they go to the major shopping malls in the city, buy back whatever style of clothing sells well, and then modify it to become their own design. But after production, it doesn't sell, and instead piles up in the warehouse, waiting to be sold at a discount after a few months..."

Liu Mei chattered for five or six minutes, but Zhou Andong didn't have much expression on his face. Hu Guanghui and Wang Jianmin, sitting in the back, had faces that were becoming increasingly ugly.

They really didn't expect that the Woolen Mill had been turned into a mess by Shi Guoqiang and Hu Dajun and the others. This subordinate fashion factory was also hiding filth like this; it would be strange if it could be good.

Zhou Andong pondered for a moment and said, "I'll give you a task: find those original Design Department employees who were transferred to the front line, and before 9:30, take them to the main factory to find me. If I'm not there, wait for me at the factory building."

"Okay!" Liu Mei nodded excitedly: "We'll go find them right now."

Although Liu Mei didn't know what the factory director wanted to do, she knew that Su Dali might be in trouble.

"Wentian!" Zhou Andong closed the car window: "Let's go, first go to Qinghe Hospital."

At the same time, Hong Jinyan walked quickly into her office, followed by Wen Sanmao and Su Dali.

Hong Jinyan sat down on the leather chair behind the desk, leaned back slightly, leaned against the back of the chair, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Sister!" Su Dali said very dissatisfied: "Today is Zhou Andong's doomsday. Why don't we trample on him hard and take this opportunity to establish our authority?"

"Why don't you use your brain?" Hong Jinyan was so angry at Su Dali's words that she was furious. She sat up straight, grabbed the folder on the desk, and smashed it hard at Su Dali.

Su Dali dodged quickly, and the folder fell to the ground with a slap, the documents inside scattering all over the floor. He said with a look of grievance: "Sister, why don't I have a brain?"

"Do you have a brain?" Hong Jinyan became angrier the more she spoke: "If you had a brain, would you transfer all the capable and talented old people in the Design Department to the production line and bring back a bunch of trash?"

Hearing Hong Jinyan's words, Su Dali's face was full of defiance. He looked at Hong Jinyan and opened his mouth. But when he saw Hong Jinyan's face, which was so gloomy it could drip water, the words that reached his throat were like being pinched by an invisible hand, and he couldn't say them no matter what.

"Idiot!" Hong Jinyan gritted her teeth and cursed: "Why don't you use your brain? Zhou Andong is waiting at the main gate. If the clothes aren't delivered, he will come in immediately and use this matter to attack you. Do you think you can handle it?"

Su Dali felt as if he had been doused with a basin of ice water from head to toe, his whole body shuddering involuntarily. Only then did he realize the seriousness of the problem. If Zhou Andong really came in to find trouble for him, how could he possibly handle it?

"Hmph!" Hong Jinyan snorted coldly: "And your so-called doomsday, do you really think the Yin family can send Zhou Andong to prison?"

"Isn't that what you said?" Su Dali muttered: "You said Zhou Andong is no match for the Yin family."

Hong Jinyan was so angry that she pointed her radish-thick finger at Su Dali: "I said Zhou Andong is no match for the Yin family, meaning Zhou Andong will definitely be kicked out of the Woolen Mill, not that he will be sent to prison!

Use your stupid brain and think carefully: Zhou Andong is the chairman of the Yugong Group and the richest man; he donated nearly 10 billion to the country. Such a person, unless he really committed murder or arson, no one can send him to prison, not even the Yin family."

Hong Jinyan became angrier the more she spoke, and finally she was panting, her chest heaving violently. Seeing this, Wen Sanmao hurriedly ran over from the side, stood behind Hong Jinyan, gently rubbed her shoulders and back, and comforted her.

"Alright, Dali is still young and can't see through these things. You explain it to him properly, and he will understand."

"He understands my ass!" Hong Jinyan's voice involuntarily rose an octave, and then she took a deep breath, trying to calm her excited mood.

"If it weren't for the Yin family supporting Shi Guoqiang behind the scenes, the Woolen Mill would have changed hands on the first day Zhou Andong took office."

Hearing this, Su Dali was still very unconvinced and couldn't help but say: "Could it be that the Yin family can't even send a small Zhou Andong inside?"

"A small Zhou Andong?" Hong Jinyan laughed in anger: "Your tone is really not small. Today, besides you, Su Dali, how many people would be so arrogant as to say such things about a small Zhou Andong?"

Hong Jinyan caught her breath slightly and continued: "As for whether the Yin family can send Zhou Andong inside, I can tell you clearly: no. This is not because the Yin family doesn't have this ability, but because they simply cannot do so. If they did, the Yin family would become the target of public criticism."

"Why?" Su Dali really didn't understand. He widened his eyes and looked at Hong Jinyan with a face full of suspicion: "Since the Yin family has the ability to send Zhou Andong inside, why keep him jumping around outside and let that dog-day continue to disgust us?"

"Do you think the Yin family is as stupid as you?" Hong Jinyan was so angry that her liver hurt. If it weren't for the fact that her aunt died early and Su Dali was essentially raised by her parents, she would have long ago swept this idiot out the door and let him fend for himself.

"Zhou Andong also has people behind him!" Hong Jinyan took a deep breath and continued: "If he were just kicked out of the Woolen Mill, the people behind Zhou Andong could only admit defeat and wouldn't go so far as to tear their faces with the Yin family over this.

But if the Yin family were to pin some groundless charges on Zhou Andong and try to send him to prison, that would be completely different. The people behind Zhou Andong would definitely not let it go. At that time, the central authorities would definitely intervene, and the Yin family wouldn't be able to handle it.

Therefore, as long as Zhou Andong can leave the Woolen Mill, for the Yin family, they have recovered lost territory and regained lost face. And for us, Zhou Andong leaving the Woolen Mill without any threat is actually the perfect ending."

Wen Sanmao said to Su Dali: "Dali, your sister was able to reach this position today by stepping on a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Her analysis won't be wrong. You should listen carefully and learn well, don't let your sister down."

Su Dali was silent for a moment, nodded, and said: "I understand, I definitely won't let my sister down."

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On the side of the road directly opposite the main gate of the Woolen Mill, there was a breakfast stall. Two old men were sitting on small stools, eating steaming tofu pudding and crispy fried dough sticks with relish.

One of the old men was white and fat, with almost no wrinkles on his face. If it weren't for his gray hair, others wouldn't be able to tell that he had been retired for several years.

He was seen lowering his head to drink tofu pudding while saying to the other old man: "Old Huang, do you think those old things have cerebellar atrophy?"

Old Huang was wearing a white qigong suit. His gray hair was longer than his ears but was combed neatly and meticulously. Especially since he was thin, even when sitting there eating, his waist was straight, looking a bit like an immortal.

"They don't have cerebellar atrophy; they are just afraid."

The white, fat old man raised his head, took a bite of a fried dough stick, and said gloatingly: "I guess they never dreamed that even after retirement, they could still be liquidated."

Old Huang took a hard bite of a fried dough stick: "Those old goods, even shooting them all wouldn't be enough to vent the hatred."

The white, fat old man sighed: "I have to say, retroactively checking accounts for twenty years, that kid Zhou Andong really has courage, having the style I had back then."

"You're almost in the grave, can't you have some shame?" Old Huang snorted: "Zhou Andong is much better than you, but, being too rigid is easy to break, and a full bow is easy to snap; he is too anxious. If he waited a bit longer, maybe it would be better. Now, whether he can cross today's hurdle is hard to say."

The white, fat old man said with a smile: "You dragged me here to watch the fun, do you have no other purpose?"

Old Huang smiled slightly: "Just watching the fun, what purpose could I have."

"Good!" The white, fat old man drank some tofu pudding and then continued: "This is what you said. Don't wait until something happens and you come to me for help. At that time, don't blame me for not giving you face."