"Trash! How did I end up with such useless subordinates?"
"You can't even handle such a small matter, what good are you to me?"
In the office of the deputy factory director of Factory Number Two, the furnishings were the same, and the desk was still the same.
Liu Dalong was furious again, throwing the letter in his hand all over the room.
He never would have imagined that he couldn't easily handle a laid-off worker.
Yu Zhou's wife was so beautiful, she was considered the flower of Factory Number Two. Even with a daughter now, she was still gorgeous. The moment Liu Dalong saw her, he was smitten.
But who would have thought that this one incident would end up like this, a half-baked plan.
Originally, he thought it would be easy to deal with a mere Yu Zhou. Even if Yu Zhou knew some things, his brother-in-law didn't care at all.
Under such circumstances, he could naturally act without reservation. He just didn't expect that his repeated attempts would yield no results whatsoever.
Yu Zhou was still the same Yu Zhou, and he even seemed to have more money. If this continued, wouldn't his authority in Factory Number Two be ruined?
"There were too many people at the time. So many workers were blocking his door, as if they were going to act if we dared to stay there."
"With so many people, we really had no choice!"
The man with glasses was also wronged. He thought it would be a simple matter, bullying people, who couldn't do that.
They had the official seals for reclaiming houses and the logistics department of the factory. According to reason, everyone feared authority.
No matter the final outcome, they could at least still be arrogant.
However, this time, their usual methods had lost their effectiveness.
He almost couldn't get out and was stunned by a slap from Yu Zhou. The man with glasses was almost scared to tears.
"Trash! Didn't you call security? Find some security guards to go with you, and if that doesn't work, just take Yu Zhou away. What are you afraid of?"
"Just a bunch of workers who are about to be unemployed, what are you afraid of?"
Liu Dalong was still scolding them with great dissatisfaction.
He truly wanted to put Yu Zhou and those who offended him to death.
Liu Dalong could imagine how much his authority would be damaged in Factory Number Two after today's events.
"Director! Director Liu!"
"Director Liu, something's wrong!"
Just as Liu Dalong was still venting his immense rage, a person in uniform was heard banging on the door outside.
His tone was extremely urgent, as if something catastrophic had happened.
Suddenly, the man with glasses, who had just been reprimanded, turned his head towards the outside.
This voice saved him. If it weren't for this voice, he would have been scolded for who knows how long this time.
"What is it? Speak! Can't you hear I'm busy?"
Liu Dalong, who was already fuming, was infuriated. He hadn't even ordered his subordinates to open the door before he began to roar.
He was truly angered. He thought that in Factory Number Two, even the director couldn't control him, and that almost all the power in the factory was his.
Under such circumstances, wouldn't his word be law?
Making money, doing bad things, it was all effortless. How could he have imagined that there were still things in the factory that he couldn't handle?
"The workers, the workers have all caused a commotion."
"Almost everyone is gathered at the factory gate, asking you to give them an explanation."
"Even the workers who are still working have started to get involved."
The voice was very anxious.
Indeed, this matter was very urgent. If not handled properly, it was possible that all the leaders of the entire factory would be in trouble.
Originally, the issue of layoffs had caused widespread anxiety.
With the "iron rice bowl" as a prerequisite, suddenly, batches of people were laid off and had to fend for themselves. This would definitely cause dissatisfaction among everyone.
It didn't matter if you were staying or leaving in the next batch.
In their eyes, the general trend was irreversible.
However, Factory Number Two was not entirely self-managed or privatized.
Why could some people stay, while others had to leave in batches?
Those who were leaving did not think they were the ones who had to leave, but rather that their connections were not strong enough, or they had not received sufficient benefits.
"What? What did you say?"
"Everyone in the factory is here? Both those who are working and those who are no longer working, all of them?"
In an instant, Liu Dalong was completely shocked.
He knew better than anyone what he had done.
He was responsible for the reform of Factory Number Two. The current factory director and other leaders had almost all been sidelined by him.
Under such circumstances, how much benefit he had received from the layoffs, and how many girls he had harmed, was simply countless.
Even more, he himself was not a clean deputy factory director. With his brother-in-law backing him, he had been unrestrained all along.
Under such circumstances, the best outcome was that nothing happened. Even if everyone in the factory knew what was going on, he would be perfectly safe.
But once something happened, the outcome would be quite different.
If it really exploded, he might not even have a chance to go to jail.
In this era, the legal system was not as robust as it would be in later generations.
Even the crime of hooliganism had not been abolished, let alone such matters.
Once he was targeted, even a single peanut would be considered lenient.
What would happen to him then?
And now, the entire factory was in an uproar. Could he really withstand it?
Rely on his brother-in-law? Rely on his brother-in-law entirely?
"Quick, quickly go out and see!"
At this moment, Liu Dalong could no longer afford to be angry. He had done many things that weighed on his conscience. If things escalated to that point, and if someone really targeted him, the outcome would be difficult to resolve.
He wanted to go and see who had organized this, and to what extent this storm would develop.
Could he suppress it? Could his brother-in-law suppress it?
"Give us fairness! We want to live! We don't want to be laid off inexplicably..."
"We want fairness, at least basic fairness."
Outside the factory gate, countless workers from Factory Number Two were shouting loudly.
Factory Number Two was very corrupt, and even beneath Liu Dalong, the roots were rotten through and through. Everyone knew it in their hearts.
Perhaps, if no one had taken the lead, or if Liu Dalong had not touched their bottom line, they would have continued to endure.
But once a single spark ignited such dissatisfaction, it would become a prairie fire.