A good man doesn't suffer immediate losses. I'll deal with you after I solve these troubles.

After making up his mind, Director Yin rummaged around in his desk and soon took out two thick kraft paper envelopes and reluctantly placed them on the table.

Zhang Jiaqiang opened the envelope without ceremony and saw that one of the envelopes contained a stack of banknotes, which looked like 10,000 yuan.

The other envelope didn't contain banknotes at all, but a pile of colorful paper with the words "One Hundred Yuan" printed in golden color all over it.

"Mr. Factory Manager, do you still print counterfeit money?"

This was such a serious crime that Director Yin trembled in fright, "What nonsense, what kind of counterfeit money? This is a voucher from Dongfanghong Commercial Building, used as money!"

Zhang Jiaqiang has never seen this thing before. It must be equivalent to the shopping card that will be popular more than ten years later. These vouchers should be paid tribute to the factory director by the people below.

One hundred yuan a piece, the denomination is really not small, the seal of Dongfanghong Commercial Building is bright red and conspicuous, and there is a steel seal on the back, so it doesn't look like a fake.

There were tens of thousands of pieces in this pile, and Zhang Jiaqiang felt secretly happy because he really squeezed out the oil and water.

Although this is not cash, it may be purchased at Dongfanghong Shopping Mall, and now my wife’s clothes, jewelry, and home appliances are all taken care of!

Zhang Jiaqiang collected the ill-gotten gains and pretended to be angry, "Mr. Factory Manager, the total is only over 20,000 yuan. You said 50,000 yuan, which is too far off!"

Director Yin was so angry that he almost broke his teeth, but he didn't dare to turn his face at this moment, so he could only plead, "If it's really gone, my family will have to live..."

"Okay, it seems that the factory director doesn't have any food left, so I'll come back next month!" Zhang Jiaqiang swaggered out of the office.

It was time to eat, and he also made an appointment with the laid-off workers to cook food tickets. He just took the opportunity to talk to them about the following specific arrangements.

Director Yin watched his back disappearing outside the door, his face getting more and more ugly, and he gritted his teeth secretly, endure it for the past few days, I will settle the accounts with you!

Feed your boy first and then send him in. No one will believe what a criminal says.

Humph, even your beautiful wife can’t escape from my grasp!

Director Yin's mind was filled with Ye Xiumei's beautiful face and graceful figure.

Suddenly Zhang Jiaqiang left and returned, and Director Yin almost slipped out from under the chair, "You, what else do you want to do?"

Zhang Jiaqiang grinned and said, "Mr. Factory Manager, I'm so ill. Can the factory arrange for someone to take care of me?"

Director Yin shook his head like a rattle, "There's no one available, how about Uncle Liu who's calling at the door?"

Zhang Jiaqiang's purpose is not to ask for care, but to bring Ye Xiumei home.

From now on, she will be busy with her career, and she won't feel at ease in the factory.

Furthermore, plastic factories are extremely polluted with toxins and are very harmful to the body, so it’s better to leave as soon as possible.

"Old Liu is already seventy, who takes care of whom? Do you think you should give my wife a paid leave?"

Director Yin smiled bitterly and said, "Paid vacation is ridiculous, why not take maternity leave first!"

"And as you promised, give me a new building!"

"Ah, I still need a house..."

The busiest place in the factory at noon is the staff canteen.

The workers who had been working all morning were already ravenous with hunger. When they heard the bell ringing, they picked up their lunch boxes and went straight to the canteen following the smell.

Ye Xiumei was standing in a long queue outside the canteen window as usual.

She was not thinking about what to eat for lunch, but was constantly worried about Zhang Jiaqiang. This guy has not shown his face until now, will something happen?

I felt a fever on my face as I thought about it, bah, why would I be thinking about this bastard!

"Xiumei, it's your turn!"

The reminder from her colleague woke her up, and she hurriedly took two steps forward and handed her lunch box and vegetable tickets through the greasy wooden window.

I glanced at those greasy meats and vegetables, and I couldn't help but feel a growl in my stomach.

But the food ticket in her hand did not allow for extravagance, so she muttered twice and whispered, "Please buy three taels of rice and half a portion of vegetables, thank you!"

A large spoonful of white rice was poured into the lunch box, followed by half a spoonful of vegetable soup.

There wasn't even a vegetable leaf. Ye Xiumei had long been accustomed to this obvious deprivation, so she thanked her softly, turned around and left.

The canteen contractor is a relative of the factory director, so the employees usually have to swallow their anger when faced with deductions.

"etc!"

A rough-looking man wearing a greasy chef's uniform blocked Ye Xiumei's path.

The greasy man snatched Ye Xiumei's lunch box, poured a spoonful of the oily red braised pork into it, and added a large spoonful of braised beef.

Then the spoon reached for the sweet and sour fish.

Ye Xiumei hurriedly covered her lunch box and said in a panic, "I, I don't have enough food tickets... I can't eat!"

The man was Gao Laosan who contracted the canteen. In recent years, relying on his relationship with the factory director, he had made a lot of money by substituting goods and subtracting quality.

He has no other hobbies except teasing the older girls and younger wives in the factory.

There are many female workers who have succumbed to his spoon for the sake of their stomachs.

However, this guy has little interest in vulgar powder, and has long been thinking about going to the factory to show off his pretty eyebrows.

Gao Laosan showed his teeth blackened by incense and smiled, "Show me your eyebrows, how can you just eat rice and vegetables? From now on, you can call me brother when you come, and you can eat as much fish and meat as you like!"

Ye Xiumei blushed and poured the meat and vegetables from the lunch box into the vegetable basin, "I-I don't want it, rice and vegetables are just fine!"

Gao Laosan stretched out his big oily hand and grabbed her tender lotus root-like wrist, with a lewd smile on his lips.

"You won't lose your meat when you call me Brother Sheng. If others want to call you, they won't have the chance. From now on, you will be my sister. You can eat and drink as much as you want!"

Ye Xiumei jerked her wrist back, but was held tightly by the guy, so anxious that she almost cried.

"Let go, my partner is coming soon, let go!"

At this moment, the first thing she thought of was Zhang Jiaqiang, and only he could bring a sense of security.

Gao Laosan rubbed Ye Xiumei's small hand with his greasy hands, "Your idiot husband has a brain tumor. It's only going to be a few days. From now on, you will be a little widow with no one to love you. But don't worry, I will love you...

"

Hearing Gao Laosan talking about Zhang Jiaqiang, Ye Xiumei suddenly screamed as if she had been stung by a wasp, "That's nonsense. There is grass growing on your grave, and nothing will happen to him. Just let me go."

As he spoke, he raised his left hand and gave Gao Laosan a loud slap in the face.

In this cafeteria, Gao Laosan is the local emperor. Who doesn't respect him and is afraid of him?

A slap stunned him, and he subconsciously let go of his hand to cover his cheek, with a fierce look in his eyes.

He turned around, picked up a shiny boning knife, and roared viciously.
Chapter completed!