Chapter 2766

Zhou Andong said with a smile: "Pay the fines!"

Zhou Guodong was a bit confused: "What did they do wrong, so many people paying fines?"

Zhou Andong briefly explained: "A gang of hooligans caused trouble at the wool factory, disrupting normal production order and damaging important facilities, so they must compensate."

"This is indeed despicable." Zhou Guodong snorted: "Compensation alone isn't enough; they must be given an unforgettable lesson."

"Each person fined twenty thousand!" Zhou Andong held up two fingers: "During detention, daily food expenses are twenty yuan, cleaning fees ten yuan. After all, with so many people eating, drinking, and using the toilet, someone has to clean up. And this daily ten-yuan cleaning fee isn't taken by the factory; it all goes to the overtime logistics cleaners."

"Twenty thousand per person?" Zhou Guodong widened his eyes: "Can they afford it?"

Zhou Andong laughed: "Think about it—did these little thugs eat a bear's heart and leopard's gall to dare cause trouble at the wool factory?"

Zhou Guodong suddenly understood: "Someone is instigating."

Zhou Andong nodded: "The factory party secretary and factory director have been placed under double supervision, so whoever is behind this instigating the trouble is surely afraid I'll dig something up. Thus, the twenty-thousand fine—these hooligans' families can't pay it, but the person behind it definitely can."

Zhou Guodong also laughed, tapping Zhou Andong: "Come on, let's go see."

Zhou Guodong had encountered such petty matters many times himself; it was commonplace. In his view, instigating hooligans to cause trouble showed the behind-the-scenes instigator lacked brains. Such a person daring to touch Zhou Andong's tail was truly courting death.

Many people stood at the entrance of Warehouse No. 4, all relatives of those little hooligans—men, women, old and young. Unlike the old men and women wailing and tearing up, about half of the young men and women had cold eyes and expressionless faces.

"This is the twenty-thousand fine, this is food and cleaning fees, three hundred thirty yuan." A young woman placed the money on the table set up at the warehouse gate, then picked up a pen and signed the fine slip.

"Liu Hailong!" A security guard from the Protection Department shouted, holding a list.

Soon, the disheveled Liu Hailong came out shirtless, this guy had blue tattoos all over his body, emitting a foul stench from head to toe.

The woman looked at Liu Hailong, her expression cold enough to freeze ice: "It's not even eleven yet; the Minzheng Bureau hasn't closed. Come on, let's get divorced."

Originally listless, Liu Hailong's eyes turned blood-red with fury upon hearing the woman mention divorce, glaring viciously at her: "Wen Hong, what did you say?"

Wen Hong's face remained expressionless, her tone icy as she said: "Divorce!"

"You fucking dare to divorce me?" Liu Hailong raised his arm and grabbed the woman's throat in one motion, his whole face twisted with anger, looking extremely ferocious and terrifying: "Want to divorce me?"

Liu Hailong laughed, though his smile looked sinister: "Fine, as long as you give me one hundred thousand, I'll divorce you. If you can't come up with the money and still dare to mention divorce, I'll kill your whole family."

Wen Hong was being choked, her face flushed from holding her breath, but her eyes showed no emotional change, cold enough to freeze a person—her heart was already dead.

"Stop!" Deng Minhui shouted sharply, striding over and without hesitation kicked Liu Hailong in the lower back.

Liu Hailong let out a miserable cry, staggered, and with a thud fell to the ground, pulling Wen Hong down with him. His lower back visibly reddened at a speed visible to the naked eye, then began to swell.

"Still daring to cause trouble at the wool factory—handcuff him for me."

Deng Minhui was furious enough to explode, though he hadn't received notice from superiors to inspect the factory, he had already noticed Zhou Andong and Gu Bing accompanying a middle-aged man walking this way.

Moreover, since all factory leaders were accompanying him, it was obvious without thinking that this middle-aged man must be a senior leader sent from above. Yet this Liu Hailong dared to cause trouble when the senior leader arrived—wasn't he just trying to sabotage him?

Deng Minhui hurried to Wen Hong's side and helped her up, speaking gently: "Comrade, are you alright? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"I'm fine." Wen Hong shook her head, brushed off the dust on her body, her eyes still icy as she looked at the already handcuffed Liu Hailong: "Liu Hailong, I don't have one hundred thousand, and even if I did, I wouldn't give it to you, you beast."

Liu Hailong arrogantly glared at Deng Minhui, bared his teeth and smirked: "Maliebi, if you've got the guts, kill me; otherwise, I'll kill you. If I can't kill you, I'll kill your whole family."

Deng Minhui's face still bore a smile as he waved his hand: "Take him to the Protection Department."

"Yes!" Two guards escorted Liu Hailong toward the Protection Department.

Liu Hailong gave Wen Hong a sinister look, a strange smile on his face: "You whore's son, when I get back I'll definitely treat you well."

Wen Hong's eyes flashed with a hint of fear, but quickly returned to icy: "Fine, I'll wait for you."

Deng Minhui asked gently: "Comrade, what's your workplace? Do you need me to help contact your leader?"

Wen Hong took a deep breath: "I'm a worker at our wool factory's second sub-factory."

Deng Minhui froze; Zhou Andong, watching the crowd from behind, also frowned. If it were just a stranger, he wouldn't bother. But this woman named Wen Hong was actually a worker at the wool factory—he, as factory director, couldn't ignore it.

"Are you really a worker at the wool factory's second sub-factory?" Zhou Andong pushed through the crowd and stepped forward.

Seeing it was Zhou Andong, with the secretary and other factory leaders following behind, Wen Hong suddenly became flustered.

"I... I am!"

"Don't be afraid!" Zhou Andong comforted: "If you're a wool factory worker, your private matters I definitely won't interfere with. But you are a wool factory worker yet received death threats—the factory must intervene. Of course, this depends on whether you're willing to accept. If you refuse, the factory naturally won't force you."

"Factory Director!" Wen Hong's eye sockets reddened, tears welling up: "Are you really willing to help me?"

Zhou Andong smiled: "Not just you—any factory worker with difficulties seeking help at the factory, the factory will assist."

Wen Hong's tears suddenly streamed down, but her speaking tone remained very calm: "I married Liu Hailong five years ago, but we've had no children. My father-in-law and mother-in-law, and my sister-in-law, have always been stirring up trouble, abusing me, and even keeping a mistress outside."

"Damn it!" Deng Minhui cursed fiercely: "Really a whole family of beasts."

"Ha!" Wen Hong suddenly laughed, her mockery obvious: "But the one who can't have children is Liu Hailong—out of respect for a big man's self-esteem, he's never said so."

Zhou Andong asked: "You can state your demands."

Wen Hong said firmly: "I have no other demands; as long as I can divorce, that's enough."

Zhou Andong softly called: "Deng Minhui!"

"Present!" Deng Minhui stood at attention.

"This matter is entrusted to you—help Wen Hong divorce, and that Liu Hailong..." Zhou Andong coldly snorted: "I most hate men who beat their wives, so I'll send him in—at least twenty years, can you do it?"

"Can!" Deng Minhui stood at attention again.

"Good!" Zhou Andong waved his hand: "Then go ahead."

"Yes!" Deng Minhui said to Wen Hong: "Come with me to the Protection Department, first settle your divorce from Liu Hailong."

Wen Hong bowed to Zhou Andong and Gu Bing, voice choked: "Factory Director, Secretary, thank you."

"Go on!" Zhou Andong nodded.

Wen Hong followed Deng Minhui; halfway, she asked: "Section Chief Deng, will he really divorce me?"

Deng Minhui heard Liu Hailong's threat to kill his whole family in his ears, a hint of smile appeared on his face, though this smile carried strong killing intent: "Rest assured, I'll negotiate well with him—he will definitely agree."