My Dongguan Love Story

"He's been to jail for theft, so how can he be working as a security guard here?" I looked at Li Jie in surprise.

These days, there are plenty of petty thieves, and going to jail isn't uncommon. But generally, security guard positions require a clean record, no criminal record, and no jail history.

But hiring someone like Li Jianzhong, who has a criminal record for theft, as a security guard is too risky. I wonder how the HR department recruits people.

As I was thinking, I heard Li Jie continue, "This guy is an employee of Hongyun Garment Factory. He was caught stealing and that's why he's in jail."

I was stunned when I heard what Li Jie said. Wasn't Hongyun Garment Factory the predecessor of Dingsheng No. 2 Factory? Good heavens, this guy has a criminal record and has been arrested before. Why did the factory still hire him? What are they after?

I chatted with Li Jie for a bit, but I still felt uneasy, so I headed towards the door to see what Li Jianzhong was up to. I caught up with him not long after, and saw him wandering around the warehouse.

Because the new factory building hasn't been completed yet, the warehouse is temporarily partitioned off within the old factory building. There are no locks, and it's open on all sides.

He slowly walked around, his eyes darting around furtively as he examined the hardware goods inside. After a moment of looking around, he turned and went back to the security room.

But judging from his demeanor just now, I knew he was clearly eyeing the goods in the factory.

He glanced at me sideways, then sat down to the side and picked up a copy of "Story Collection" to start flipping through it.

After patrolling around once, I can go back to the security room to rest for a while. As long as I don't lie down and sleep, I can't deliberately cause trouble, so he's not afraid of me at all.

Time passed slowly, and we patrolled seven or eight times before it gradually got dark.

At exactly six o'clock, the shrill sound of the end-of-get off work bell abruptly shattered the silence of the workshop. The workshop doors swung open in response, and a dense crowd of male and female workers surged out like a tide, instantly filling the factory's main road.

Men and women in matching work uniforms walked towards the door, chatting and laughing, their faces no longer showing the tension and fatigue of going to work.

After about ten minutes, the crowd had mostly dispersed, and the workers had mostly gone home.

Because the factory buildings haven't been completed yet, night shifts haven't been implemented here.

As the workers gradually dispersed, the factory area quieted down. Night slowly enveloped the entire factory, and the soft moonlight shone on the ground.

Li Jie and I were busy maintaining order at the entrance for half an hour, and we finally took a break at 6:30. We bought two bowls of braised pork trotters with rice and ate them back in the security room.

I was eating my braised pork trotter rice with my head down when a slender woman's figure suddenly walked into the factory gate. I was slightly suspicious, but when I looked up, I saw that it was Secretary Su.

Secretary Su walked into the factory area with a heart full of trepidation, her gaze drifting towards the security room.

Last night, Wu Hao and his gang were driven away, and Da Zhuang left with them. After what happened last night, she no longer wanted anything to do with Wu Hao. She saw through his weak and incompetent nature and instead fell for Da Zhuang, a strong and responsible man. After much thought, she packed her bags that night and hid in a hotel.

Wu Hao returned late at night and found that Secretary Su had moved her luggage. He panicked and made countless calls to her, but no one answered.

Early this morning, Nan Ge's subordinate, the crew-cut man, made a special trip to Dingsheng Factory to summon Secretary Su and deliver a message. Nan Ge assigned her a task: regardless of whether she was sincere or not, she had to get close to Da Zhuang, become his girlfriend, secretly investigate Da Zhuang's background, and find out his whereabouts so that they could find an opportunity to deal with him.

Secretary Su was unwilling to help Brother Nan monitor Da Zhuang any longer, but Brother Nan was ruthless and cruel, so how could she dare to disobey him?

Therefore, she had no choice but to obey Brother Nan's orders and get close to Da Zhuang.

She found out that Dazhuang was working the afternoon shift that night, and wouldn't get off work until 10 p.m. So after she finished get off work, she rushed over.

Using her identity as the boss's secretary, she easily got the security guard at the gate to let her through. Her eyes were filled with trepidation as she walked towards the security room, carrying the groceries she had just bought on the way.

As she approached, she met Dazhuang's gaze, her heart tightened, and she forced a smile, waving at him.

"Dazhuang, I brought you dinner."

I glanced at her but didn't want to talk to her.

Li Jie's eyes lit up. He thought to himself, "Isn't this the pretty girl who got into Da Zhuang's car yesterday? Da Zhuang is really lucky. He works the afternoon shift and someone brings him food."

Seeing that I ignored Secretary Su, Li Jie felt a little strange, but didn't think much of it and waved to Secretary Su: "Pretty lady, just put the food here."

Looking at the five dishes piled high on the table, he couldn't help but swallow hard. Then, glancing down at the braised pork trotter rice in his hand, he instantly felt utterly bored. He was tempted to pick up his chopsticks, but then he remembered that the food was a special gift from the pretty girl to Dazhuang, and he couldn't bring himself to take it.

So he nudged me with his elbow and said, "Don't let this beautiful lady's kindness go to waste, eat up."

Hearing Li Jie's words, Secretary Su forced a smile and looked at me, saying softly, "Dazhuang, let's eat first."

As she spoke, she opened the lunchbox and handed it to me, and a warm, fragrant aroma of rice wafted out.

Li Jie's chopsticks were still raised in mid-air when he turned his head and looked at me expectantly.

Seeing that they were both staring at me, I softened and sighed helplessly. Sigh! It's just a meal. I picked up my rice bowl, took a piece of fish, and put it in my mouth.

Seeing that I had started eating, Li Jie excitedly picked up a slice of fish from the sauerkraut fish dish and stuffed it into his mouth. While eating, he gave Secretary Su a thumbs up and said, "This sauerkraut fish dish is really delicious, so chewy and bouncy."

Upon hearing his words, Secretary Su quickly picked up several pieces and placed them in my bowl, smiling as she said, "Dazhuang, eat it while it's hot!"

"Hmm." As the saying goes, you can't hit a smiling face, so I didn't say anything more, picked up the food and started eating.

Just then, a dilapidated motorcycle slowly came to a stop outside the factory. Lin Guilian got off the motorcycle, handed the driver twenty yuan for the fare, and turned to walk towards the gate of the second factory.

She saw the security guard at the gate looking down at a copy of "Story Collection," so she tiptoed in along the eaves.

As soon as I entered the factory area, my gaze inadvertently swept toward the security room, and I saw a beautiful woman standing next to Dazhuang, attentively serving him food.

Lin Guilian's heart tightened suddenly, and an inexplicable anger surged up instantly: Who is this woman? Why is she so intimate with Dazhuang?

She was so agitated that she wanted to rush forward and pull the person away from Dazhuang.

But she dared not step forward. She knew in her heart that men always preferred gentle and obedient women. She could only suppress the surging anger in her heart and mutter to herself: Dazhuang, you're practically a modern-day emperor! You already have Tang Yan, Sister Zhao, and Lin Huimin, enjoying the blessings of having multiple wives, and now you're actually hooking up with a fourth woman.

She looked down at the food she was carrying, and a wave of sadness washed over her, making her feel choked up.