Chapter 391: Putting on a Sack

Ge Zhengrong sat in his chair, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, he suddenly laughed and picked up the phone to dial a string of numbers.

Soon, Gu Bing's voice came through the receiver: "What's the matter?"

"Just now Jiang Huaicheng came to find me!" Ge Zhengrong laughed and explained the situation, "I was thinking, drag it out for one day at a time. In two months, the factory director's matter should be resolved. When he comes out, we'll think of a way."

"His matter is a bit troublesome, take it one step at a time." Gu Bing sighed, "Just now, Wu Xianping called me and said that Jiang Huaicheng terminated cooperation with Diya."

Ge Zhengrong was stunned: "Damn, what is this Jiang Huaicheng doing?"

Gu Bing said: "Eliminating Zhou Andong's influence. Next, he will still do things and buy people's hearts."

Ge Zhengrong's eyes rolled: "Jiang Huaicheng stopped paying wages to the electronics factory. If this spreads, will the electronics factory employees take knives and kill him?"

Gu Bing laughed: "Killing him is impossible, but putting a sack over him and knocking him unconscious is very likely."

"Done!" Ge Zhengrong said excitedly: "I'll have someone leak the news to the electronics factory immediately."

The electronics factory employees were all very idle, especially since the winery paid their wages, solving their basic food and clothing, making them even more idle.

Every morning after eating, they would run to the factory gate to chat, go home for lunch at noon, and then go to the factory gate in the afternoon.

"Zhou Andong is completely finished." Huang Laonian shouted with schadenfreude, "I said long ago that Zhou Andong is not a good thing, but you didn't believe me.

Last time, Sister Liu even wanted to report me to the factory director for not paying my wages. Now look, Zhou Andong hired someone to kill; do you know what kind of person he is now?"

It was noisy, but suddenly there was no sound. Some people wanted to refute, but this time it was different from last time. Last time, they knew what was going on.

And this time, it was Zhou Andong hiring someone to kill, and he had already been arrested by the police. They didn't believe Zhou Andong would do such a thing, but the facts were before their eyes, and they couldn't refute it.

Seeing that everyone had nothing to say, Huang Laonian became even more proud: "You guys, you have to polish your eyes in the future and don't blindly believe anyone. Especially when you've been given a little favor, you are grateful and don't distinguish between good and bad."

At this moment, a woman said: "I don't care what kind of person Factory Director Zhou is. I only know that he paid our wages and let our family eat our fill."

"Ha!" Huang Laonian gave a mocking laugh: "The one paying our wages now is Factory Director Jiang. If you want to thank someone, thank Factory Director Jiang. It has nothing to do with that Zhou Andong."

At this moment, a young man ran out of the factory, panting and shouting: "It's bad, it's bad!"

"What's the matter?" A middle-aged man asked.

The young man leaned on his knees with both hands, panting heavily: "Just... just now, a buddy of mine, who is from the winery, called me and said... said that old bastard Jiang Huaicheng stopped paying our electronics factory wages."

"What?" At this, everyone exploded.

Huang Laonian jumped up instantly, his eyes filled with blood, his face red and neck thick, and he grabbed the young man by the collar.

"You say Jiang Huaicheng stopped paying our wages, is it true?"

The young man pushed Huang Laonian away. Because he used quite a bit of force, Huang Laonian retreated several steps and then sat on the ground with a thud.

The young man said with dissatisfaction: "Can I lie about such a big thing?"

"Why, why did he, Jiang Huaicheng, stop paying our wages." Huang Laonian let out a howl and jumped up from the ground, "Let's go find him and let him know that our electronics factory employees are not to be trifled with."

That woman said mockingly: "Didn't you say that wages would be paid by Factory Director Jiang in the future and that we should thank him? You go now. Maybe because you sang his praises so much, he will be merciful and pay your wages."

Huang Laonian's face turned blue and purple. Looking at the faces mocking him, he roared in anger: "I'm going to find him right now." After finishing, he turned and left.

"Oh my!" The woman said: "He really went."

The young man curled his lips and said disdainfully: "With his bear-like look, he's just talking big. Even if he gets to the winery gate, he won't have the guts to go in."

"Pfft!" Another woman spat at Huang Laonian's back, "Cursing Factory Director Zhou all day and kissing Jiang Huaicheng's stinky feet. I'll let you kiss him again, starve you to death, you big idiot."

"Don't talk about him." A young man said: "Let's think of a way."

An aunt cursed: "Jiang Huaicheng, this thousand-knife-cut bastard, his whole family will die a horrible death."

Someone else asked the young man: "Did you go find the factory director?"

The young man said: "I went, but the factory director wasn't there. But I reckon he must already know."

Secretary Xu Jiangshan and Deputy Factory Director Zhou Mingli rode their bicycles and rushed into Liu Qingjun's courtyard one after another, then jumped off, threw their bikes, and ran into the house.

"Qingjun, you know, right?"

Looking at the two sweating people, Liu Qingjun took out a cigarette and handed it to them: "I know."

"What should we do?" Zhou Mingli took it, picked up the matches on the kang, and lit the cigarette.

Liu Qingjun was quite calm: "Don't worry, wages were paid just a few days ago, this month will pass."

Xu Jiangshan gave a bitter smile: "What about after this month?"

Liu Qingjun said: "Now Jiang Huaicheng is just saying it. If we can't hold our temper and blow the matter up, he won't admit it, and we'll be the ones in the wrong.

Wait until next month, if he really stops paying our wages, it won't be too late to go find him and talk. If he doesn't know what's good for him, then we'll go to the city and find the leaders to preside over justice.

The city leaders have had no shortage of headaches over our factory's problems. It was Factory Director Zhou who set the tone to pay our wages and solved the problem for the city leaders. Now that Jiang Huaicheng says stop, he stops. Isn't this adding trouble for those few in the city?"

"Bang!" Zhou Mingli slapped his head, "This is being confused by concern."

Xu Jiangshan said: "The factory employees probably heard the news too. Let's go over and see, appease them, and don't let anything happen."

Liu Qingjun nodded: "Let's go!"

Jiang Huaicheng was in a particularly good mood and drank quite a bit at night. He drove to the downstairs of the rental house and got out of the car humming a little tune.

Suddenly, his vision went black, a sack was put over his head, and then someone kicked him in the waist, causing him to scream in pain, and immediately after, the back of his head was hit again.

"Who?"

Jiang Huaicheng shouted in terror, desperately trying to pull off the sack on his head.

"I am your grandfather!"

After the voice, Jiang Huaicheng was pressed to the ground and beaten and kicked, and miserable screams came out of Jiang Huaicheng's mouth. ===== CHAPTER 392 =====