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“Song Pearl, you're back! You look really energetic today!” Wan Jiang enthusiastically poured a cup of water for Song Pearl. “Have you moved over there? Are you still in the Quality Department?”
“No, I've been assigned to the Sales Department. They need some production data, so I'm back to collect it,” Song Pearl replied. “I didn't expect you hadn't moved.”
“Yeah, someone has to stay behind,” Wan Jiang said with a smile. “But now the ones left are all men. You showing up suddenly surprised me! Just sit tight; I'll have the Workshop Supervisor organize the production data and bring it over.”
Wan Jiang picked up the microphone and dialed a number to make arrangements.
It would take some time to organize the data, and Song Pearl felt a bit uneasy sitting on the sofa drinking tea. She stood up, wanting to go for a walk.
Just as she opened the door, two burly men with unfriendly expressions walked in.
“Is Wan Jiang in this office?” the man at the front asked, his eyes not on Song Pearl but directly on Wan Jiang.
“Yes…” Song Pearl managed to say before being pushed aside. She leaned against the door frame as the two men entered the office.
“You are Wan Jiang?”
Wan Jiang stood up; he was robust and had a commanding presence that matched the two men who had just entered.
Song Pearl, who had one foot out the door, stopped and turned around to look at the two clearly provocative individuals. Were they here to fight?
“Were you the one who rejected those two truckloads of bentonite?” The two men stood across from Wan Jiang, separated only by a desk.
“Yes, those two truckloads failed inspection,” Wan Jiang said without revealing any emotion on his face. His deep gaze fixed on the two men as he reached for the microphone on the desk. “If you have questions, take a seat!”
The Big Guy with a double chin pressed down on Wan Jiang's hand that was reaching for the phone and said, “No need to rush to call anyone; let's talk face to face today.”
“Alright, please sit down.” Wan Jiang calmly took his seat and withdrew his hand from under the pressure of Big Guy's grip.
“You keep rejecting our supplies, but that last truckload was no different from ours. Why was that one accepted?” One of them raised his arm and pointed at Wan Jiang's nose as he asked.
They can't really be looking for a fight! How could Gatekeeper let such people in? Song Pearl quickly exited the Director's Office and ran to the adjacent office to call for help, but the office director who had come with her earlier was not in the room.
Although the original Machinery Factory was outdated, it used to be bustling with activity. After moving, even though every office door was open, there were no signs of people anywhere.
The noise of the argument in the Director's Office grew louder, and four or five men with crew cuts swaggered over towards the office. From their clothing and demeanor, they didn't seem like workers from this factory.
The office director also walked over from the direction of the restroom, clearly sensing that something was off, and quickened his pace.
"Here they come again to stir up trouble; you go find some people to come..." This office director threw a remark at Song Pearl before rushing into the Director's Office.
Is it really that chaotic? Big White!
Song Pearl didn't have time to think too much and hurried to the Gatekeeper. There used to be a gong here; if someone came to cause trouble and rang it at the entrance, everyone in the workshops would drop what they were doing and grab their tools to fight.
At the entrance, two security personnel were sitting idly—one was an old man with more than half of his hair white, and the other was slightly younger, looking as if he hadn't eaten well in a long time. Both were doing nothing at the gate.
"The people who just came in seem to be here to fight; hurry and call for help!" Song Pearl shouted from a distance.
"What are you talking about?" The older Gatekeeper approached Song Pearl. "Fight? Impossible! It's broad daylight in a factory; who would dare fight here? Don't worry, it won't escalate!"
The old man's expression showed disbelief.
"Those people just now..." Song Pearl turned pale with anxiety; whenever it came to fighting, she felt very tense.
"Those few wanted to see the Factory Director, so I let them in!" said the old man.
"It really is going to turn into a fight!" Song Pearl yelled. Since they already knew that security was poor, why let such an elderly person be a security guard? "Quickly close the door and call for help at the Director's Office!"
Clearly, these people wouldn't back down easily; why were these two Gatekeepers so slow? The Director's Office might already be in chaos. Song Pearl stamped her foot, curled her lips, but her eyes showed no sign of a smile. "Sir, lock the main gate; don't let anyone in or out."
"Okay, okay, closing the door." As the factory's main gate slowly closed, Song Pearl saw a gong hanging on the wall and rushed over to strike it forcefully.
"Stop banging; the production workshop is too far away to hear! I'll go call for help!" The Gatekeeper, looking as if he had deep grievances, covered his ears and shouted at Song Pearl before running towards the factory area.
The two workshops that used to be very close to the factory entrance had already moved away, and the former dormitory area was also quiet with no signs of life.
"It was better when there were more spirits around!" Song Pearl muttered silently after throwing down the hammer she used to strike the gong. She didn't dare look at scenes of fighting; in situations like this, she generally preferred to stay as far away as possible.
Although she knew that people she recognized might get hurt, she still didn't dare approach immediately for fear of seeing bloody scenes.
Fortunately, not long after, more than ten people wearing factory uniforms came running towards the Director's Office with shovels and wooden sticks behind that obviously malnourished Gatekeeper. More people followed behind them one after another.
Song Pearl slowly followed behind these people to see what was happening. By the time they arrived, the Director's Office was indeed in chaos, but Wan Jiang had not suffered any losses.
Wan Jiang and the office director stood back to back, having already taken down four or five thugs who had come later. Some were lying in the corner of the office unable to get up, while others were thrown out the door. The Factory Director's office was already small and could not accommodate so many burly men.
The two who had initially caused trouble had not yet made a move; they did not expect that Wan Jiang would be so formidable.
These people were different from the local thugs; they were traders but also engaged in eating and running. They sourced materials from suppliers through various connections, inflated prices, or processed them before selling to nearby factories for profit. Before Han Village Machinery Factory relocated, they had accepted their goods, but since Wan Jiang took office, he had returned their products three times in a row, infuriating them.
They used some connections to pressure him, but unexpectedly, this guy was unyielding and pointed out that their materials were substandard. Since that was the case, they planned to teach this arrogant fellow a lesson today, only to find that they were no match for him at all.
"Call more people," said the man with a double chin. He was very familiar with the factory workers; the old employees had already moved away, and the new ones would not side with Wan Jiang within the first week or two. If they saw such a desperate scene, they would definitely just watch without helping.
Another man took out his phone to make a call.
Wan Jiang pushed the desk phone slightly and smiled, revealing a set of white teeth: "If your mobile phone has no signal, you can use this!"
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