Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

Only then did the group of dumbfounded male workers around them suddenly wake up from their daze.

Seeing the female workers in their factory wrestling with a shirtless thug, the male workers were furious.

"Damn it! How dare they act like thugs in our Red Star Factory? They're asking for trouble!"

Zhao Daniu, a burly man from Workshop 2, rushed forward with red eyes, shoved the group of old women aside, raised his big foot, clad in thick-soled work boots, and delivered a powerful kick to Wang Guowei, who was still desperately trying to shrink into the mud on the ground.

With a scream, Wang Guowei was kicked and rolled over in the mud.

"Ladies, get out of the way! Don't get your hands dirty, let's kick this bastard to death!"

A dozen or so male workers swarmed forward, raining down punches and kicks mixed with hard-soled leather shoes, mercilessly stomping on Wang Guowei's bare buttocks, back, and head.

Wang Guowei was beaten so badly he was knocking his teeth out, convulsing in the mud like a dying wild dog, spitting out blood and begging for mercy: "Stop hitting me... Help... It's a misunderstanding, I am..."

The angry workers wouldn't listen to this nonsense and kept stomping on his thickest part of his flesh with the soles of their shoes.

They kicked him more than a dozen times, making the screams of the person on the ground distorted, before everyone finally stopped, panting heavily.

"Damn it, you still dare to beg for mercy!"

Zhao Daniu bent down, cursing, and grabbed Wang Guowei by the collar of his security guard uniform, which had been torn to shreds. He forcefully pulled Wang Guowei's face out of the mud puddle. "I want to see which workshop this vagrant came from—"

The sound stopped abruptly.

Zhao Daniu stared intently at the face covered in shoe prints and bloodstains, his hand trembled violently, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

The male workers who were about to repair the feet were all stunned. The once noisy main road became eerily quiet in that instant.

In the crowd, someone craned their neck to peek, then raised their voice in surprise, "Hey? Everyone, look! Isn't that Zhang Dafa's nephew, that kid named Wang Guowei!"

A worker wearing arm sleeves standing nearby also stared wide-eyed: "It really is Wang Guowei! I remember he just became the temporary head of the security department, how come he's running out naked!"

"Who knows!"

An older worker in the crowd spat out a contemptuous look, "This kid was no good even when he was a factory worker. He's always taking advantage of his uncle, the deputy factory manager, to cheat and slack off, and he loves to harass female workers. I really don't know how he became the person in charge!"

"Pah! A leopard can't change its spots. I think he's just acting like a hooligan again, unable to resist showing up in broad daylight to embarrass himself!"

These words immediately caused an uproar among the hundreds of people in the audience.

The crowd pointed and whispered at Wang Guowei on the ground, their vicious insults and contemptuous glances slapping him hard across the face like hundreds of resounding blows.

Wang Guowei's mind went blank, and a surge of shame and indignation rushed to the top of his head.

He kept his eyes tightly shut, his naked body shivering in the cold wind. He wished he could dig a hole in the hard cement floor and crawl into it, but he could only humiliatingly bury his face in the mud and pretend to be dead.

Just then, a series of urgent car horn sounds came from the end of the main road.

"Beep—!"

"Get out of the way!"

"Everyone in front, make way!"

The crowd, which was packed tightly together, instinctively turned around.

A dark green Jeep was driving from the direction of the factory gate, and the driver started slamming on the brakes from a distance.

The tires screeched as they rubbed against the cinder road.

The jeep was parked crookedly outside the crowd.

The car door opened.

Gao Wenbin, wearing a crisp gray woolen overcoat, stepped out of the passenger seat.

He had just returned from a meeting in the city, a black briefcase tucked under his left hand, his leather shoes gleaming, making him stand out from the surrounding workers covered in machine oil and coal dust.

Upon seeing the dense crowd ahead, Gao Wenbin immediately frowned.

"What happened?"

Several workers on the perimeter immediately started shouting at once.

"Director Gao, we've caught someone committing indecent acts!"

"He was naked, crawling into the group of female workers in broad daylight!"

"How dare you hit Sister Liu!"

"They caught us and beat us up!"

Gao Wenbin's face suddenly darkened. He had only been in office for a little over half a month, how could such a despicable incident that corrupted the atmosphere suddenly occur? If it were to reach the city, it would have a very bad impact on him as the new factory director.

He strode through the crowd and walked inside.

"Make way, everyone."

"Let me see."

The crowd slowly dispersed.

When Gao Wenbin saw clearly the person on the ground covered in mud, naked from the waist down, and whose face was distorted from being beaten, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He stared at it for a full two seconds.

"Wang Guowei?"

Upon hearing his name called, Wang Guowei, who had been lying on the ground pretending to be dead, suddenly raised his head.

When he saw Gao Wenbin standing outside the crowd, his eyes, which had been filled with despair, instantly lit up.

"Director Gao!"

Wang Guowei, as if grasping at the last straw, scrambled forward, wailing with his gap-toothed mouth open: "You're finally back! These peasants are disorganized and undisciplined, daring to beat up security officers in the street! This is a riot, a deliberate attempt to sabotage our factory's production and construction!"

That shout of "mud-legged fellow!" completely ignited the anger of the onlookers.

Zhao Daniu from Workshop Two glared, took a big step forward, and pointed at Wang Guowei, cursing, "Wang Guowei! Who the hell are you calling a peasant! You naked hooligan, running around in the middle of the street acting like a slut, and you dare to turn around and accuse us of deliberately sabotaging production and construction? I bet you're still a bastard!"

Zhao Daniu spat as he spoke, rolled up his sleeves, and raised his fist, as big as a sandbag, ready to smash it down on Wang Guowei's head.

The hundreds of workers around were also thoroughly enraged by this large hat.

"Kill this filthy scoundrel!"

The crowd surged forward like a burst dam, and the scene was on the verge of completely spiraling out of control.

Gao Wenbin's expression changed drastically, and a layer of cold sweat instantly seeped out from his back.

He initially agreed to promote Wang Guowei simply to unleash this vicious dog to bite others and eliminate his rivals. He never imagined he'd chosen such a brainless idiot.

This idiot not only provokes public outrage by being naked, but he also dares to escalate the conflict at this critical juncture. If this incident truly incites a mass riot, Gao Wenbin's fledgling political career will be instantly and indelibly stained!

Seeing the workers' fists and feet about to land, Gao Wenbin acted decisively, taking a step forward and shouting sternly, "Wang Guowei! What nonsense are you spouting!"

He pointed righteously at the rotting flesh on the ground, raising his voice to make sure every worker around could hear: "You call us glorious working-class peasants? What do you want?! Are you crazy? Are you still stuck in those old ways of oppressing the people?!"

The fist that was about to smash into Wang Guowei's face stopped abruptly.

Wang Guowei was so stunned by the shout that he forgot to move, his hands still digging in the mud.

Gao Wenbin continued hammering in, heartbroken: "I initially appointed you to temporarily oversee the security department because you're the nephew of the former deputy factory director, Zhang, and because your family has been involved in revolutionary work for decades, and you've been influenced by it since childhood. I never imagined you'd be such a scoundrel at heart! You've disappointed me greatly!"

Wang Guowei's mind went blank for a second, and he completely panicked.

Ignoring the cold wind chilling his naked body, he desperately tilted his head back to protest, "No... Director Gao, I'm innocent! Please listen to me..."

"Stop talking!"

Gao Wenbin waved his hand dismissively, extinguishing the fool's last hope: "You are immediately relieved of all your posts and sent back to the workshop to be an ordinary worker! Our Hongxing Factory will absolutely not allow someone like you, who corrupts the factory's morale, to remain in the cadre ranks!"

These words silenced the previously indignant crowd on the main road for a second, followed by a thunderous roar of applause.

"Director Gao is right!"

"This kind of scoundrel doesn't deserve to be a cadre!"

Just as everyone was clapping and cheering, a thunderous shout suddenly erupted from the outer edge of the crowd.

"Wang Guowei! You son of a bitch, let's see where you run to today!"

Old Hei, carrying a mud-covered shovel, led Monkey and a dozen men from Kaoshantun, who looked menacing, in like tigers descending the mountain. They forcefully pushed aside the workers watching the commotion and strode in.