Chapter 669: Moving Out Empty-Handed

He Yuzhu immediately took up the conversation: "We have noted the opinions you raised today. If there are faults, we will correct them; if not, we will use them as a warning. The factory will certainly conduct a serious self-inspection, and whatever needs to be rectified will be rectified, and whatever needs to be handled will be handled..."

Liu Yahui was muttering to himself—wasn't that He Yuzhu from the legends famously hard-headed? Why was he so gentle and sincere in his attitude today, as if he were a different person?

The more he thought about it, the more something felt wrong. After three rounds of drinks and five courses of food, Liu Yahui finally could not hold it in any longer.

He picked up his wine glass and said with a fake smile: "Director He, I heard that when someone went to your home to inquire about the situation last time, both sides had a very unpleasant time and even clashed?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere at the table suddenly became tense.

Everyone present could tell that Liu Yahui had come to find trouble for He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu put down his chopsticks, a smile still hanging on the corners of his mouth: "I am a person who always distinguishes between gratitude and grudges. My home was smashed for no reason, and I wanted to endure it, but I couldn't..."

"I heard that there are things in your home that shouldn't be there!" Liu Yahui said.

"Everything in my home was bought legitimately from the market, so what? Where is it inappropriate?" He Yuzhu laughed.

"You have a piano in your house! My house doesn't have one!" Liu Guangfu chimed in.

"My younger sister is in the Broadcasting Art Troupe, and she relies on the piano to compose music. How is a piano inappropriate? If I follow your logic, is it also inappropriate for workers to use imported equipment?" He Yuzhu said.

"Can those be the same?" Wang Jianjun interjected.

"What is different? My sister is a professional musician, the piano is for work, it is a means of production, and the organization approves of it. By what right do you say my home cannot have a piano?"

Tong, who was sitting to the side, hurriedly tried to smooth things over: "Although I don't know the specific situation, I think there is nothing wrong with Director He having a piano in his home!"

Liu Yahui, however, was relentless: "Factory Director He, you are a leader. Even if some people are a bit excessive, shouldn't you have the capacity to tolerate others? You shouldn't have resorted to violence!"

He Yuzhu smiled: "Everything should be handled with justice; blindly giving way is not my way of doing things."

"You, why are you so unwilling to listen to advice? I am doing this for your own good!" Liu Yahui said.

"In this world, there are many people who act under the banner of doing things for others' own good. As for whether it is truly for their own good, that is not necessarily the case!" He Yuzhu drained a glass of beer in one gulp.

At this moment, the leader surnamed Wang put down his chopsticks and raised his glass with a smile: "Oh my, Director He, that is not the right way to speak. From what I hear, Comrade Liu Yahui truly has no bad intentions. However, since everyone is gathered here to eat, let's eat well. Come, come, let everyone finish a glass first, and we can talk slowly."

This leader Wang was smoothing things over on the surface, but in reality, he was siding with Liu Yahui; he should be on the same side as Zhou Hao.

Seeing that leader Wang had spoken, Liu Yahui squeezed a smile onto his face: "Right, right, right, let's talk about business after eating!"

The waiter carried a beer bottle and filled the glasses for everyone present one by one.

He Yuzhu picked up his glass and said in a loud, clear voice: "Today, I welcome all the leaders to come and provide guidance. Come, let's finish this glass, how about it?"

Everyone raised their glasses.

Liu Yahui picked up his wine glass and drank it down with his head tilted back.

As soon as the alcohol entered his mouth, his brows furrowed; he felt the taste was strange and extremely pungent.

But he dared not say anything.

Everyone was drinking from the same bottle; if others were fine and he said there was a problem with the wine, wouldn't that be slapping his own face?

He gritted his teeth and forced himself to swallow that mouthful of wine.

But the more he swallowed, the more his stomach churned, and a wave of discomfort rushed straight to his throat.

"Wah—"

Liu Yahui covered his mouth and spat it all out, vomiting all over the floor.

Everyone at the table was stunned.

Liu Yahui stumbled as he ran outside, leaving a mess behind him.

In the restroom, Liu Yahui leaned over the toilet and vomited for a long time, feeling completely drained.

Liu Guangfu followed to help, patting his back while asking: "Comrade Liu, are you alright?"

Liu Yahui finished vomiting, his face deathly pale, and he turned his head weakly: "Xiao Liu, why does this beer taste so strange?"

Liu Guangfu was taken aback: "Beer always tastes like this. Have you not drunk much beer? Maybe you're just not used to it."

Liu Yahui was suppressing a fire in his heart, but he couldn't say it clearly, so he could only mumble: "I really haven't drunk this kind before."

The two returned to the dining table, where the room was chatting away enthusiastically.

Although Wang Jianjun had always found He Yuzhu an eyesore, He Yuzhu was quite magnanimous toward him, patting him on the shoulder and saying: "Jianjun, it is better to resolve grievances than to keep them. Let's just let the past be the past."

Wang Jianjun felt a bit embarrassed. He Yuzhu was a Factory Director now and could still be so humble and approachable; it would be meaningless for him to keep putting on airs.

"Factory Director He, I apologize." Wang Jianjun picked up his wine glass and drained it in one go.

He Yuzhu nodded with a smile, and when he turned his head and saw Liu Yahui had returned, he greeted him: "Xiao Liu, your alcohol tolerance is not good; you're done after one glass. You need to exercise your body well!"

Liu Yahui cupped his hands to everyone in embarrassment: "I apologize, I apologize. I have a special constitution; I get nauseous as soon as I drink beer."

He Yuzhu was quite enthusiastic: "How about I get you a glass of white spirit instead?"

Liu Yahui hurriedly shook his head: "Forget it, forget it, I won't drink anymore today, I have things to do this afternoon." He paused and looked at He Yuzhu: "Director He, I still hope you can cooperate and let me see the people on the list, can you?"

He Yuzhu waved his hand readily: "No problem! But I have one request—it's best to come tomorrow morning, alright? Let them notify their families so they can be prepared."

Tong chimed in: "Right, send a few representatives over tomorrow morning, and both sides can sit down and talk it over carefully."

Liu Yahui looked at the few leaders who had come from the city.

That leader Wang who knew Zhou Hao nodded slightly at him.

"Alright, then tomorrow morning," Liu Yahui said.

Qianmen Small Courtyard.

Xu Damao had been wandering outside for several days before he finally strolled back home.

As soon as he entered the door, Xie Xiaolan's eyes turned red with anxiety.

"Xu Damao, you are too heartless! I've had a miscarriage for these days, and you haven't even shown your face! All these years, I have truly been good to you for nothing!"

Xu Damao kept a cold face and didn't even lift his eyelids: "Xie Xiaolan, I can't go on living this life anymore. Let's divorce."

Xie Xiaolan was stunned.

Xu Damao continued: "The doctor said your health is poor and it will be very difficult to have children again. Let's part on good terms."

Xie Xiaolan's head buzzed, and the bowl in her hand fell to the ground with a "clatter."

Xu Damao's expression sank, and his tone turned cold: "I already have someone else."

"Xu Damao, I will not get a divorce!"

Xu Damao said angrily: "Stop being unreasonable! Otherwise, I will find someone to kick you out."

Xie Xiaolan mocked: "Xu Damao, I am no longer the Xie Guafu of Zhang Village. I am Xie Xiaolan of Beijing; don't forget who my friends are!"

Xu Damao's eyelids twitched.

Xie Xiaolan looked up at him, her tone calm: "Deputy District Head Duan has always treated me like a younger sister; I kept lying to you that our relationship was just average. Don't think about bullying me; she will help me."

Xu Damao still wouldn't let it go: "Don't overvalue yourself; Deputy District Head Duan looks down on you anyway."

Xie Xiaolan said indifferently: "Even if Deputy District Head Duan doesn't care about me, there is still He Yuzhu. If I tell everyone what you have done, I don't think you will even be able to keep your job cleaning toilets!"

Xu Damao sneered: "Why would He Yuzhu listen to you?"

Xie Xiaolan smiled without smiling: "Do you know what kind of relationship I have with Chen Xueru?"

Xu Damao was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "Chen Xueru doesn't manage things anymore; she is terminally ill, and Xiaomei is the General Manager. That is my ex-wife; even if she hates me, she won't help you."

"Oh Xu Damao, Xu Damao, you really underestimate Chen Xueru. Xiaomei still has to consult her when she encounters problems..."

After hearing this, Xu Damao stood where he was, lost in thought for a long time.

Xie Xiaolan smiled: "So, Xu Damao, if you want to divorce me, my conditions are very simple: give me this small courtyard, and you leave with nothing."