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

When Wang Guowei saw Lao Hei and the others rush in, his face, which had just turned deathly pale from being publicly dismissed, was instantly contorted with extreme fear.

He crawled two steps toward Gao Wenbin's feet, his naked body leaving a long trail in the mud.

"Director Gao!"

"That's them!"

Wang Guowei raised his mud-covered hand, pointing tremblingly at Lao Hei, his voice hoarse from shouting, "It's these thugs from Kaoshantun!"

"I just used the outhouse in the backyard, I had no idea what was going on at the security office in the front! These guys were like mad dogs, they just barged in with shovels and bricks!"

"I didn't even have time to pull up my pants before they chased after me, beating me and threatening to drown me in a cesspool!"

"Director Gao, please have everyone arrested these vagrants who are causing trouble!"

Gao Wenbin did not immediately order the arrest.

Looking at the menacing Lao Hei and his gang, he didn't panic at all. Instead, he felt that this was a golden opportunity sent to him by God. As long as he could appease these troublemakers in front of hundreds of workers in the factory, he could completely establish his authority as the new factory director and win over the hearts of the people in a perfectly reasonable way.

He immediately adopted a calm, patient expression, even one that hinted at a touch of regret.

"Comrade."

Gao Wenbin took two steps forward and, meeting Lao Hei's murderous gaze, extended his right hand with a gentle expression.

"I am Gao Wenbin, the current head of Hongxing Machinery Factory."

"A lot has indeed happened at the factory recently, and there may be some oversights in management. If you have any difficulties or grievances, you can tell me."

"As long as it's reasonable, I will definitely solve it for you."

The hundreds of workers around looked at each other in bewilderment.

The workers had spent half their lives in the factory, and all they ever heard were Liang Tiejun and Zhang Dafa's unfiltered coarse language. They had never heard such gentle, reasonable, and lawful words before.

Many people felt a softening in their hearts upon hearing this, and their anger, which had been rising to their heads, subsided somewhat. They felt that the new factory director was indeed a good official who could stand up for his subordinates.

But Lao Hei wasn't fooled by those nice words.

He stood rooted to the spot like a black iron tower, holding the blood-stained shovel, without even blinking.

He glanced down at Gao Wenbin's clean, outstretched right hand, then suddenly grinned and let out a cold laugh: "You're the new guy, the one named Gao something?"

A hint of displeasure flashed in Gao Wenbin's eyes.

But in order to establish his authority in front of hundreds of workers, he suppressed his anger, maintained a friendly smile, and kept his hand steadily in mid-air: "Hello, I am Gao Wenbin, the new factory director of Hongxing Factory."

"Snapped!"

He was met with a powerful slap.

Old Hei suddenly swung his calloused, coal-dust-covered hand and mercilessly slapped Gao Wenbin's pampered right hand away.

The crisp sound of flesh striking flesh rang out abruptly on the main road.

The hundreds of workers around gasped in shock, and the entire scene fell into a deathly silence.

Five red marks quickly appeared on Gao Wenbin's fair hand, and his refined demeanor and smile froze completely: "Comrade, what are you doing! You can tell me if you have any grievances, how can you just resort to violence!"

"Comrade? Who the hell is comrade with you!"

Old Hei suddenly took a big step forward, reeking of blood, and approached Gao Wenbin, spitting a mouthful of bloody saliva directly in front of his shiny black leather shoes.

"So you're that rotten-ass bastard."

Old Hei sized him up from head to toe with the look of someone staring at a dead man, his mockery undisguised: "This pretentious act of pretending to be a good person is pretty much what I expected!"

Gao Wenbin's refined demeanor finally crumbled.

His face was ashen, and he forced a tirade, "Comrade, watch your words! Let's talk things out; there's no need for personal attacks!"

"Speak properly? What's the point of talking to a beast like you!"

Old Hei, his eyes blazing with fury, took another step closer, his thick fingers almost poking Gao Wenbin's nose: "You're the worst, the most disgusting person in the whole factory! Don't you know what kind of filthy scum you are? Don't you know what despicable things you've done behind the scenes!"

Gao Wenbin was forced to take half a step back by his beast-like aura. Although he felt uneasy, his mind was working very fast.

He quickly glanced at the hundreds of workers around him who were listening intently, put on an absurd yet innocent expression, and forced a confident tone as he asked, "What exactly are you trying to say! I've only been at the factory for half a month, what can I possibly do!"

"Half a month?"

Old Hei laughed in fury, spitting blood-stained saliva directly onto Gao Wenbin's fair face: "The disgusting things you've done in half a month are more than most people do in a lifetime!"

Before Gao Wenbin could wipe his face, Lao Hei swung his thick arm and pointed it sharply at Wang Guowei, who was still trembling in the mud on the ground: "I'm only asking you one thing today, did you promote this bastard who's running around naked?!"

Gao Wenbin's brows furrowed tightly: "Wang Guowei's appointment was made by the working group based on the actual situation in the factory—"

"I asked who promoted him!"

Old Hei suddenly raised his voice, like a thunderclap from a clear sky: "Was it you?!"

Gao Wenbin's facial muscles twitched slightly.

Hundreds of pairs of workers' eyes were fixed on his face like searchlights.

Under this suffocating pressure, Gao Wenbin's Adam's apple bobbed, and he could only grit his teeth and slowly nod: "It was my temporary appointment."

Before Lao Hei could react, he immediately raised his voice, hastily trying to justify himself: "When I first arrived at the factory, I was completely clueless and had no idea what the situation was like. I was thinking of finding someone familiar with the factory area and with a clear mind to temporarily fill in. He's the nephew of the former Deputy Factory Director Zhang. I figured the older generation had done revolutionary work for decades, and he'd been influenced by it since childhood!"

Gao Wenbin pointed righteously at Wang Guowei, who was trembling in the mud, trying to turn his earlier attempt to distance himself from the situation into an achievement: "Later I found out what kind of person he was! So just now, I publicly dismissed him from all his positions and sent him back to the workshop as an ordinary worker! This precisely proves—"

"What does that mean?!"

Old Hei's furious roar abruptly cut off Gao Wenbin's official tone, "That proves you're a fucking beast!"

Old Hei suddenly bent down, grabbed Wang Guowei's hair on the ground, and forcefully lifted his blood-stained face up.

Wang Guowei felt a sharp pain in his scalp and immediately let out a pig-like scream.

Old Hei completely ignored the mangled flesh in his hands, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Gao Wenbin: "Do you know what this bastard has been doing for the past two weeks?!"

"He won't let the No. 1 canteen sell meals to the workers from Kaoshantun!"

"He had his men guard the water room like dogs; our people got beaten as soon as they went out to get hot water!"

"On a freezing cold day, I went to the outhouse and was cornered against the wall by his thugs who kicked me mercilessly!"

Old Hei's eyes were bloodshot, his rough fingers clenched so tightly they cracked, and his voice carried a chilling, bloodthirsty tone: "Just this noon, Erzhuzi from Kaoshantun was starving, so he used his own money to buy some food outside, and then he and his men smashed his head open with iron bars! He's still lying in the old boiler room, his life hanging in the balance!"

Old Hei suddenly took a step forward, and the blood-stained shovel slammed heavily into the muddy water at Gao Wenbin's feet, splashing mud everywhere.

"Gao Wenbin! You fucking ordered all of this!"

These words were like a death warrant, directly piercing Gao Wenbin's last psychological defenses.

The mask of composure on his face shattered instantly, and he stumbled back two or three steps like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

In order to preserve his pure and innocent image, Gao Wenbin completely disregarded any semblance of leadership demeanor.

He pointed a finger intently at Wang Guowei, who was screaming in agony on the ground, his voice distorted with extreme terror and agitation: "Comrade, what are you saying? What do you mean I gave orders? I've been away in meetings for the past two weeks. I know nothing about these things at the factory! I know absolutely nothing about them! What does it have to do with me!"

"Okay, you say you don't know."

Old Hei threw aside Wang Guowei, who was like a lump of mud in his hand, picked up the shovel, and took another step forward.

"Okay, you say these things have nothing to do with you."

The mockery in Old Hei's eyes deepened, but his voice was as cold as ice: "Then let me ask you, out of thousands of people in the factory, why did you promote him?! Don't give me that bullshit reason about him being the deputy factory director's nephew!"

"You've been at the factory for half a month. If you just randomly grab any of the older employees in the workshop and ask them, everyone in the factory knows what kind of scumbag Wang Guowei is! He shirks his work in the workshop, relies on Zhang Dafa being his uncle, is late and leaves early, harasses female workers, and blames others when something goes wrong!"

"This good-for-nothing bastard wouldn't even be let go of the lowest-level team leader! And you, the new factory manager, immediately made him the head of the security department!"

Old Hei suddenly took a step forward, his muscular chest almost touching Gao Wenbin's nose.

"Why!"

"You'd better explain this to everyone in front of hundreds of workers in the factory today!"

"Why him of all people!"

The surroundings were deathly silent; not a single worker spoke.

But the doubt and anger in everyone's eyes could no longer be suppressed, and their gazes were fixed on Gao Wenbin's face like nails.

Several veteran workers in Workshop 2 nodded subconsciously.

Everyone knows perfectly well what a disgusting person Wang Guowei used to be.

Cold sweat beaded on Gao Wenbin's forehead, his lips clenched tightly, and he forced a formal tone: "Wang Guowei may indeed have had some issues with his conduct in the past, but we can't judge a comrade solely by his past. The working group appointed him to give this young comrade an opportunity to repent and reform."

"Bullshit!"

Old Hei suddenly bent down, grabbed Wang Guowei's hair on the ground, and forcefully lifted his blood-stained face up.

Wang Guowei felt a sharp pain in his scalp and immediately let out a pig-like scream.

Old Hei stared intently at Gao Wenbin, gritting his teeth and roaring, "Just one damn reason! Because this mad dog has a grudge against us!"

"Because he hates Zhao Shanhe, hates Da Niu, and hates our Kaoshantun!"

"Because you know better than anyone that if you put this mad dog in the security department, he'll keep a close eye on us, bite us like a madman, and find every possible way to destroy us!"

"None of the capable and conscientious veterans in the factory would stoop to doing such a heinous and dirty thing for you!"

"You did it on purpose!"

Old Hei suddenly raised his voice, his weathered face contorted with rage, veins bulging: "Just because you know this vicious dog has a grudge against our Kaoshantun! You know that if you promote him to the security department, he'll bite us like a mad dog, finding every possible way to kill us!"

Old Hei's chest heaved violently, his rough, calloused finger pointing at Gao Wenbin's deathly pale face: "For your own shady power struggles, you don't even care about the lives of your workers!"

"In the end, you're nothing but a beast in human skin, rotten to the core!"

The voice just fell.

Old Hei suddenly stretched out his thick arm, filled with rage, and shoved Gao Wenbin hard in the chest.

No matter how much Gao Wenbin usually puts on airs as a leader, he is still just a pampered and weak scholar, and he can't withstand Lao Hei's angry shove.

He felt as if he had been hit hard in the chest with a hammer, and his whole body fell backward uncontrollably, his shiny leather shoes slipping suddenly in the muddy puddle.

"what!"

With a panicked cry, the new factory manager, who had just been aloof and impeccably dressed in a suit, fell flat on his back into a muddy pit filled with dirty water in front of hundreds of workers.