A soft-waisted educated youth has sex with a loyal dog and a rough guy in the 1960s

Chapter 1067 Putting the matter to rest
"Director Wu, based on the situation just now, if the factory wants to fire an employee, do we need to pay an extra month's salary according to the normal process?"

"This……"

Director Wu's forehead was covered with sweat, and he stammered:

"Generally, generally speaking, the factory does not allow employees to be fired at will. This is the rule..."

After giving a straight face, Director Wu continued to talk about other things, and Lu Miao's expression suddenly faded.

Upon seeing this, Director Wu stopped talking and asked:

"Or, Director Lu has a better idea?"

Director Wu seemed to be giving up the initiative, but Lu Miao didn't buy it.

He can't even settle the simplest right and wrong. How can he expect to secure his position as factory director without any effort and without offending the factory workers? Let her speak out and be the bad guy?

How can it be so good to have both?

Lu Miao smiled faintly, slowly raised the car window and said:
"You're joking. My opinion is meaningless. How this matter is handled depends on whether Director Wu is suitable to be the director."

As the words fell, the car window closed completely.

"Hey, hey, Director Lu!"

Director Wu was about to say something while leaning against the car window, but Lu Miao had already turned around and slightly raised his chin.

The driver understood, turned the steering wheel and soon left Director Wu far behind.

Watching the car driving away, Director Wu rubbed his forehead in frustration and worry.

It’s not that Director Wu doesn’t understand some things; he’s just worried.

He served as director of the cotton mill for fourteen years.

He has been working in the factory almost since the most turbulent years.

He has seen too many things like labeling and parading.

Over the years, he has been timid and has not achieved much, but he has always been careful to avoid trouble, and he has managed to hold the position of factory director firmly.

I originally thought I could do this until retirement, but I didn't expect it to affect me.

It's just a little girl, she doesn't look that old, but I didn't expect her to be so difficult to deal with...

Director Wu sighed and had no choice but to go back to the factory to deal with the matter.

……

After finishing work at the garment factory and making such a fuss at the cotton mill, it was almost time to get off work.

The back of Lu Miao's shirt was wet and sticky, so it was not appropriate for him to go to work, so he just went home directly.

On the side road of Jingshan South Street, Yu Hong opened the car door to take Lu Miao home.

Lu Miao raised his hand to stop him, and said as he got out of the car:
"I have some things to do these few days. You don't have to come with me. Just help me answer the phone in the office."

"it is good."

Yu Hong responded efficiently.

Lu Miao nodded his chin and closed the car door.

Lu Miao returned home in a mess, and Tang Mei and the others couldn't help but yell when they saw him.

Lu Miao was in annoyance.

He said perfunctorily that it was no big deal and went upstairs to take a shower.

About an hour later, Fu Jingyou also came back.

When I entered the house, Tang Mei was still yelling about this.

Fu Jingyou accidentally overheard this while riding his bicycle, and asked casually:

"Aunt, what did you say happened to Miaomiao?"

"Oh my! How would I know what happened? She was neat and tidy when she went out in the morning, but when she came back she was covered in paint. She wouldn't tell me what happened when I asked her..."

Fu Jingyou frowned. He hadn't even set up his bicycle yet, so he leaned it against the wall and walked towards the inner courtyard.

At the stairs below the inner courtyard terrace, Baichuan was standing on tiptoe and pulling at the small door.

No one unlocked the bolt for him, and he couldn't go upstairs, so he tried to climb over the small door by himself.

But how could a little kid less than three feet tall have such great abilities?
After spending half a day trying, I could only hang on the door panel, with my toes not even off the ground.

To prevent the child from falling, Xu Xiangcao sat in the small viewing tea room on the side and watched.

Seeing Fu Jingyou coming in, Xu Xiangcao quickly stood up and carried Baichuan down from the door:

"gentlemen."

Fu Jingyou glanced at Xu Xiangcao.

I've told you not to call him Mr., and you can just call him "Brother Xiao Fu" or "Brother Xiao Liu" with Mei Zi and the others, but Xu Xiangcao has never changed her mind.

After saying it several times, Fu Jingyou was too lazy to continue.

Just then, his son kicked his legs and stretched out his little arms, calling "Dad" for a hug, and Fu Jingyou took the opportunity to take him over:
"Go help your aunt, I'll just watch over here."

Fu Jingyou pulled the bolt on the inside of the small door.

Without waiting for Xu Xiangcao to answer, she went upstairs carrying her son.

Little Baichuan squirmed in his father's arms, mumbling innocently:
"Dad, why do we need a small door? Can we not have the small door? This small door always prevents me from finding my mom..."

Fu Jingyou patted his son's little butt and said nothing.

His mind was all on his wife, and he didn't take anything his son said seriously.

Lu Miao had been in the bathroom for about an hour. When the father and son entered the small living room, she had just come out with her hair half wet and half dry.

Fu Jingyou put his son down and reached forward to check.

Xiao Baichuan is faster than him.

Baichuan ran to his mother in two steps, hugged his mother's legs first, then tilted his head up and stretched out his arms for his mother to hug him.

Lu Miao laughed, bent down and cooperated to pick up the fat boy, and sat on the sofa together.

Fu Jingyou followed and sat down, looking her up and down and asked:
"What happened? Auntie said you came back covered in paint?"

Bending down to kiss Bai Chuan's little face, making his son laugh, Lu Miao took a moment to glance at Fu Jingyou in a reproachful manner:
"Oh, it's not a big deal. Did you hear her exaggerate to you?"

Lu Miao looked relaxed and Fu Jingyou felt relieved, but he still asked persistently:

"What on earth is going on? How did you do it?"

Lu Miao had no choice but to tell him everything that happened in the cotton mill in the afternoon.

Fu Jingyou's brows, which had just relaxed, furrowed deeply again.

This time, he held Lu Miao's shoulders and looked back and forth for a long time, making sure that she was not injured, and then he spoke:

"How can you take Yu Hong alone when traveling? She is also a lesbian, and she can't be of much help at a critical moment... Next time you go out, take the driver with you. Men are stronger, and it's at least a precaution."

Fu Jingyou couldn't calm down and kept mumbling:
"Don't let him wait in the car like an idiot. He just drives a car normally, how can he be tired?"

Lu Miao chuckled:

"I see. Today's incident happened suddenly. No one expected it. Otherwise, it wouldn't be like this."

Fu Jingyou said:

"We are here to prevent sudden situations like this."

He became serious, and Lu Miao had to give in and repeatedly assured him that he would be more careful in the future. Finally, he reluctantly let the matter go.

But after a while, Fu Jingyou asked again:

"The cotton mill caused such a mess, but the person in charge didn't say anything? How was the follow-up handled?"

When talking to him, Lu Miao didn't hide anything and told him the truth directly:

"This factory manager is indecisive and a bad person. If I hadn't put pressure on him to do it, he would have wanted to keep quiet."