Chapter 348: The Shout of All Factory Workers

"Zhao Erjin, are you still human? If it weren't for Factory Director Zhou, your son would have starved to death long ago."

"And you, Sun Kuisheng, your mother had acute appendicitis. If it weren't for the factory director leading us to revitalize the factory and making money, where would the money come from for your mother's medical treatment?"

"Back then, the factory director took the bonus from selling wine, and it was these two bastards, Zhao Erjin and Sun Kuisheng, who scolded the loudest."

"The factory director was magnanimous and didn't settle scores with them, and these two bastards actually want to frame the factory director; they are really ungrateful."

"Cut him!" Someone shouted.

"Right, cut him!" Someone else shouted.

"Then what are we waiting for." A young man rushed toward Zhao Erjin and Sun Kuisheng.

Zhao Erjin and Sun Kuisheng heard someone wanted to hit them and were panicked, but then they saw only one person rushing over, and a ferocious smile appeared on their faces.

Immediately after, with a 'whoosh', a large crowd of people, shouting and killing, swarmed over. There were men and women, old and young; the two were dumbfounded and couldn't run even if they wanted to.

Then they saw countless fists smashing toward their faces; someone even shouted, "Pegasus Meteor Fist."

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Zhao Erjin and Sun Kuisheng's heads instantly swelled a circle, with countless stars flashing before their eyes. The instinct for survival made them hug their heads and squat on the ground.

After the Pegasus Meteor Fist came the Pegasus Meteor Kick, kicking their bodies with big and small feet. The two screamed in pain, sounding miserable.

"Stop hitting, stop hitting, we won't report anymore."

"Stop hitting, we're going to die, ouch, we really won't report anymore."

"Beat these two turtle bastards to death."

"Hit them, ungrateful things, keeping them is a disaster."

"Ah!" It was unknown if it was Zhao Erjin or Sun Kuisheng, a miserable scream: "Who the fuck kicked my crotch, it hurts to death..."

Yao Jun saw the timing was about right and shouted to stop them. "Alright, alright, everyone stop, if you keep hitting, you'll really beat them to death."

Yao Jun, this section chief, still had a lot of authority, and everyone stopped one after another.

At this time, Zhao Erjin and Sun Kuisheng's faces were swollen like pig heads, their clothes were covered in footprints, and a middle-aged woman spat a thousand-year-old phlegm onto Sun Kuisheng's face.

"If you don't want to stay in the distillery, get out, no one is keeping you."

"Right, drive them out of the distillery."

The crowd cursed again. Zhao Erjin and Sun Kuisheng were very regretful in their hearts.

Not regretful about reporting Zhou Andong, but regretful about not secretly going to see the investigation team.

"Chang Kezhang Yao, how to deal with these two?" A young man asked.

Yao Jun thought for a while. "Send them to the abandoned warehouse in the back, have people watch them twenty-four hours a day, and wait until the factory director's trouble is solved before letting them out. As for how to deal with them, let the factory director decide."

"Good!" The young man greeted more than ten young men, drove Zhao Erjin and Sun Kuisheng to the warehouse.

In the entire distillery, the ones who worshipped Zhou Andong the most were these young people, whether men or women.

At this time, the distillery workers had almost all arrived, along with many family members, a black mass of people. They were all discussing Zhao Erjin and Sun Kuisheng, and curses could be heard from time to time.

Now that the workers had all arrived, Yao Jun couldn't think of any way to help, and then he saw Ge Zhengrong, Yu Qingyu, and Fang Qiao squeeze into the crowd, followed by the section chief of his section.

"Fuck!" Yao Jun cursed. "Why did you guys just arrive."

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Yao Jun's anxious heart stabilized.

Ge Zhengrong said, "We arrived long ago; knowing you were here and could stabilize the morale, we discussed a solution in the back."

Yao Jun asked hurriedly, "What solution?"

Fang Qiao shook her head. "No great solution, we can only take all the factory workers and work together to put pressure on those leaders above, so they don't dare to mess around."

Yao Jun asked again, "How to put pressure?"

Fang Qiao said, "Let all the factory workers shout the factory director's name together, to let those so-called leaders understand that the Jiangzhou Distillery's factory director can only be Zhou Andong; no one else will do."

Yao Jun blinked. "Will this work?"

Fang Qiao shook her head. "Don't know!"

Yu Qingyu said, "This is the only way now."

Ge Zhengrong said, "The pressure of thousands of factory workers, I think they won't dare to mess around without reason."

"Right!" Yu Qingyu said, "I believe the factory director is clean; as long as they don't mess around and put hats on him without reason, the factory director will be fine."

"Good, I'll notify the workers immediately." Yao Jun called the security section people over and gave a few instructions.

More than ten security section workers drilled into the crowd. Ten passed to a hundred, and soon all the factory workers knew, and they quieted down, waiting for the leader's next arrangement.

"Chang Kezhang, it's about time." More than ten security section workers drilled out of the crowd.

Yao Jun asked, "Start now?"

Fang Qiao said, "Wait a while, I had people prepare banners."

Yao Jun was stunned. "What banners?"

Fang Qiao said, "Of course, banners supporting the factory director."

After waiting for more than ten minutes, several girls from the labor union returned, holding banners.

"Director, everything is ready."

Fang Qiao's spirits lifted and she shouted to the workers in front, "Those in front, spread the banners."

Soon, two banners more than ten meters long were spread out.

"Without your generous contribution, where would we have today's harvest? 120,000 thanks to you, respected Factory Director Zhou."

"On the journey of life, you enriched the souls of all our factory workers and ignited the hope of our lives. Factory Director Zhou, we thank you."

Fang Qiao said proudly, "How about it?"

"Not bad!" Yao Jun nodded with satisfaction. "Start quickly."

Fang Qiao looked at the black mass of workers in front of her and raised her fist. "Zhou Andong!"

"Zhou Andong!"

"Zhou Andong!"

"Zhou Andong!"

Because those in the back couldn't hear, it was a bit uneven at first, but after shouting a few times, the momentum rose.

Think about it, thousands of people shouting together, what kind of situation was that? It could really be called shaking the heavens.

"Zhou Andong!"

"Zhou Andong!"

"Zhou Andong!"

Feng Xingping and the others were still searching in Zhou Andong's office when they suddenly heard the deafening shouting outside, and it was shouting Zhou Andong's name. Their faces all changed.

"What's going on?"

Deng Zhangli's face also changed. A group of people rushed to the window, and then they saw the black mass of people below, raising their fists and shouting Zhou Andong's name one after another.

Especially when seeing the banners, Feng Xingping's face turned pale instantly. He never dreamed that Zhou Andong's prestige in the hearts of the workers would be so high. ===== CHAPTER 349 =====