Chapter 2484

The owner of the breakfast stall didn't even care about his business. He stood on the curb, stretched his neck, and watched the opposite side with full attention. Because at this time, all the customers had run to the opposite side to watch the fun.

Old Huang saw it, took out his handkerchief again to wipe the corners of his mouth, and then slowly turned his head to look at the opposite side. His tone was as calm as water, without any waves, and he said.

"These old things are afraid that Zhou Andong will strip off their underpants and expose the ugly things they have, which is why they are so angry and ran here to lose face."

Old Song sat on the side, finished the last bite of the fried dough stick in a leisurely manner, then picked up the bowl and ate the tofu pudding in the bowl, eating it cleanly, without even a drop of soup left.

Old Song put down the bowl, wiped his mouth with his hand, and said gloatingly: "This hurdle is not easy for Zhou Andong to pass."

Old Huang slowly stood up, his hands behind his back, straightened his waist, and his originally gentle eyes became a bit cold. He looked at the opposite side, as if he could see further through the crowd.

"Only Zhou Andong can save the Woolen Mill. If Sun Baocun dares to abuse his power in today's matter, Old Song the Crooked, this matter will have to be solved by you."

Old Song smiled slightly, revealing a sly look. He shook his head and said: "Sun Baocun is backed by the Yin family, I dare not provoke him easily."

Old Huang stretched out a finger: "This—counts as one favor."

Old Song shook his head unmoved: "It's not worth offending the Yin family for Zhou Andong."

Old Huang said unhappily: "Could it be that you really want to see the Woolen Mill ruined by this bunch of bastards?"

Old Song shrugged, looking indifferent: "I haven't worked in the Woolen Mill, and I don't have a penny of affection for this place. Whether it collapses or not has nothing to do with me."

"Good!" Old Huang held up two fingers: "Counts as two favors for you."

"No!" Old Song shook his head: "Still the same sentence, I can't afford to offend the Yin family. You are the one who wants to meddle in other people's business; find whoever you want, don't find me."

Old Huang gritted his teeth: "Three favors!"

"Deal!" Before Old Huang's voice fell, Old Song agreed: "After this matter, I won't owe you any more favors."

"Hmph!" Old Huang snorted coldly: "If Zhou Andong passes this hurdle himself, you still owe me three favors, and not one can be missing."

"Old Huang the Evil, Old Huang the Evil!" Old Song mocked: "We have dealt with each other all our lives, and all the good things have been taken by you."

"Deserved!" Old Huang looked disdainful: "Who told you, this rough embryo, not to study hard? Who can you blame for suffering a loss?"

After speaking, Old Huang stepped toward the main gate of the Woolen Mill opposite.

"Wait for me!" Old Song chased after him quickly.

"Zhou Andong step down!"

"Zhou Andong step down!"

"Zhou Andong step down!"

"……"

In the crowd watching the fun, Zhou Andong's gaze was like a hawk, staring at the direction from which the shouting came. Unknowingly, a sneer appeared on his face, and then he slowly turned his head and whispered to Wang Wentian behind him.

"Go see who is shouting the loudest, keep an eye on the person, and check if he is an employee of our factory. If so, which department is he in, is he an employee or a section member, and what is his name? If he is not an employee of our factory, you must also investigate his ancestors for three generations."

Wang Wentian whispered: "Is it enough to keep an eye on one person?"

Zhou Andong said coldly: "Keeping an eye on one person is enough, and besides, eight or nine out of ten they are employees of our factory. This bunch of guys are grasshoppers on the same rope; as long as we catch one, none of the others can run away."

"Yes!" Wang Wentian turned and merged into the crowd, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Andong's mouth curled into a smile, and then he turned to Hu Guanghui and Wang Jianmin beside him and said: "Two leaders, let's go to the hospital to see the situation of the wounded first. There's nothing to see here, let's go."

Hu Guanghui and Wang Jianmin looked at each other, and both felt a murmur in their hearts. It had reached such a level, why did this kid look so fearless? It seems that it should have been arranged long ago.

Woolen Mill Hospital, the emergency clinic was full of people, doctors and nurses were busy, and the lights in the six operating rooms were always on.

Zhou Andong, Hu Guanghui, and Wang Jianmin arrived at the hospital, and Dean Chen Liuhong was leading people to check the situation of the wounded in the ward.

"Mayor, Vice Mayor Wang, Factory Director, you are here." Chen Liuhong reached out his hand to shake hands with the three leaders.

Hu Guanghui asked: "How is the situation?"

Chen Liuhong said with a gloomy expression: "Two people couldn't be saved."

Zhou Andong's body stiffened. Although he had a prediction, when he heard this news, he still couldn't accept it. And this fucking thing was a man-made disaster, not a natural disaster.

Hu Guanghui was silent for a moment: "How is the situation of the victims' families?"

"One of the victims is named Wu Jinzhong, 67 years old, paralyzed for several years, and his body was already weak, so he didn't make it. The other victim is named Bai Qiang, 32 years old, a school logistics employee, who was buried under the big mountain wall."

Wang Jianmin asked: "How is the situation of the other wounded?"

Chen Liuhong replied: "Several of the more seriously injured are still relatively optimistic for the time being. As long as there is no infection within 24 hours, there will be no problem."

Zhou Andong instructed: "Spare no cost to save the wounded with all your strength."

"I understand!" Chen Liuhong nodded heavily: "Among the injured, there is also my granddaughter's homeroom teacher. Our hospital will definitely spare no effort to save the wounded."

Hu Guanghui said: "Take us to see the victims' families."

"Okay!" Chen Liuhong led the way, then entered a ward. There were six beds in total, and one of the beds was lying an old lady, who was Uncle Wu's wife.

"Auntie!" Hu Guanghui came to the bedside, bent down to look at the old lady: "Such a disaster happened because our work was not done in place. I apologize to you here, I'm sorry."

Chen Liuhong hurriedly introduced: "Auntie Chen, this is Mayor Hu, Vice Mayor Wang, and our factory director."

The old lady's straight eyeballs moved, a smile barely appeared on her face, and she struggled to sit up. Hu Guanghui hurriedly pressed her shoulder gently.

"Auntie, don't move. If you have any requests, you can put them forward now. As long as they are reasonable, we will definitely satisfy them."

The old lady shook her head: "Thank you for your concern, leader, I have no requests."

"Mayor, Factory Director!" A middle-aged man lying on the next bed said: "Thank you for your concern, leader, we really have no requests."

This middle-aged man was Uncle Wu's son, his leg was broken, and he had just finished surgery, his face still looking a bit pale.

Hu Guanghui nodded, looked at Chen Liuhong, and asked: "Is there anyone handling the funeral of Comrade Wu Jinzhong?"

The middle-aged man took over the conversation and said: "My wife and my son have minor injuries, and they have already gone to handle it."

Zhou Andong said: "Leader, you don't need to worry about this matter. Whether it's the funeral of the victims or the wounded, our factory will be responsible."

"Good!" Hu Guanghui comforted the old lady and the middle-aged man a few more times, then chatted with other wounded people to ask if there were any difficulties. Then he went to the second ward.

At this time, a woman in a white coat walked in quickly, came to Chen Liuhong's side, and said: "Dean, the factory office just called to notify that there will be a meeting at the factory cinema at 8:10, and the hospital department heads and hospital leaders must all attend."

In an instant, Chen Liuhong and the doctors beside him, including Hu Guanghui and Wang Jianmin, looked at Zhou Andong in unison.

"The meeting was decided yesterday." Zhou Andong checked the time, it was exactly 8:10: "Dean Chen, your hospital doesn't need to attend this meeting."

As he spoke, Zhou Andong looked at Hu Guanghui and Wang Jianmin: "Two leaders, I must hold this meeting, so I have to leave first, and I will come back in the afternoon."

Wang Jianmin asked: "The Mayor will leave in a while, do you want me to stay in the hospital for a while longer?"

"No need!" Zhou Andong shook his head: "I'm leaving first."