Chapter 63: The No. 1 Art Troupe in the 1960s (2)

The Zhaoyang Garment Factory in the north of Kyoto is very active. Its scale and quarterly sales are far ahead of its peers, and it is the only manufacturer of certain fabric labor protection products designated by many units.

Although Zhaoyang Garment Factory is named a Garment Factory, it actually includes textile printing and dyeing. It can be said that in addition to the raw materials being purchased from all directions across the country, every step from spinning to finished products can be completed independently without the assistance of other units. It also has a set of quite strict requirements and standards.

There are more than fifty workshops in the factory and nine thousand employees. As a workshop director, Song’s father is in charge of about a hundred people, and his level is almost comparable to that of the factory manager of the small factory!

So they lived in the cadre family courtyard, which was divided into two-story beautiful red brick and tile houses, with a small courtyard behind them. Whether they grow flowers and vegetables, they could experience the fun of pastoralism in the increasingly cold cities.

It is early summer evening, and the weather is neither cold nor hot, and it is suitable for servicing the yard. Many families talk and laugh through the fence.

Seeing that Song Huiye and Song Ruoyun came out of their home one after another, everyone paused, and then they pointed at the people, with the sound being neither loud nor small:

"Song Ruoyun has been very careful since she was a child. She is so terrible that she doesn't want to do anything herself and specifically instructs others. But my girl is stupid and is used as a gun, and she is still stupid and happy. I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup she has been poured..."

"That's right? Look at how good her grades were when she went to school, but the few little girls with her were good friends, and they could only play with each other. The grades were really messy! Maybe she was afraid that others would surpass her, so she deliberately hooked up with others to play..."

"Shut the daughter who was found by the Song family down from the second floor, she is really capable of doing it! She is so small and her heart is so poisonous!"

"I don't think she has good grades. If she does not have to go to college or sit in the office, and has to go to the art troupe to dance? That's where our serious children go?"

"It makes sense. Our factory will give you the university quota, which is all won by the children based on their real talents and knowledge. It is not copied by small fuss in school..."

Song Huiye walked very slowly at this moment, and his inner anger seemed to be vented.

My little sister was pushed downstairs by this woman who occupied the nest, but her parents were reluctant to let her receive the punishment she deserved, so let her hear how others judge her!

Song Ruoyun said lightly: "Song Huiye, if you have short legs and walk slowly, just ride a bike first. If you keep doing this, the staff will get off work."

Song Huiye turned his head and glared at her, "The first time I found out that you are so thick-skinned."

After hearing those words, shouldn’t she be ashamed to be a human being?

But there was no expression on her face, as if she couldn't wait to make a clear relationship with the Song family.

Song Ruoyun pulled the corner of her lips, "It's a great improvement to make this discovery by you, a single-celled creature!"

Song Huiye was so angry that he regained the Song family's standard short legs again, and took big steps, hoping to fly.

Song Ruoyun was walking leisurely with her long legs in her pocket, walking without panic, but following closely behind him.

Every time Song Huiye was afraid that she would run away halfway and turned to see her, thinking that she was not aggressive and very insulting!

Zhaoyang Garment Factory is almost equivalent to a small town with complete facilities. It does not need to leave the factory, and everything is solved in the factory area.

Song Ruoyun just celebrated her 18th birthday and is already an adult. She has complete information and can move into the unit's collective household registration.

With the help of the Song family, the matter was handled very quickly. Song Ruoyun changed her name to Xia Zhaoyun without using the surname Zhang.

After coming out of the office building, Xia Zhaoyun didn't even look at Song Huiye. She took her information and walked to the low building next to her first.

Song Huiye rode his car and ran out, leaving only a gritting sentence: "You should do it yourself!"

"Hello comrade, I want to advance my salary for half a month," Xia Zhaoyun said with her lips pursed and handed over the information: "Change your personal information by the way."

The lesbian at the door raised his eyelids and continued to lower his head and hook his cup cover. "Sorry, our factory just paid the employees and was in a critical period of production tasks. He burned money everywhere, unless he was born, old, sick and died, other reasons would not be approved!"

Xia Zhaoyun glanced at the expressions of the others in the room, mostly gloating. Only a few men couldn't bear to turn their faces off with guilt and realized it instantly.

She has been outstanding since childhood and took to the stage to perform to congratulate the New Year at the age of three.

Song's mother was very strict with her, and she was both academic and literary. She was so outstanding since childhood that she was an adult and had always been someone else's child. After graduating from high school, she even entered the factory art troupe. With her solid basic skills, she became a pillar and was incredibly glorious.

It can be said that others don’t know who the factory director is, and it is absolutely impossible not to know her, not know her!

A group of employees from brother units outside Zhaoyang Garment Factory were well-known for her name.

The public enemy of women and the goddess of men are talking about Song Ruoyun in the past. They are really clouds that are incomprehensible to people in the sky.

Similarly, for those who lack entertainment in this era and rely on gossip as spiritual food, the Song family's recognizing relatives has long been circulating, and there are so many people who secretly wait to see her jokes.

Just now, Song Huiye deliberately said to take out her household registration, and everyone in half of the building heard it!

Without the Song family as a protective umbrella, isn’t she just a little pitiful person who can step on it now?

Xia Zhaoyun said lightly: "I advance my salary just to see a doctor. Did the comrade say again, asking me to see a doctor first, get the case before taking the salary advance?"

"Do you know you're still asking me?" The lesbian sneered, "If everyone has no rules like you, wouldn't our factory be in chaos?"

Xia Zhaoyun nodded, "Okay, then I'll ask the director of the Finance Department, when will the employees who have worked hard be unable to pay even the half-month salary for emergency response?"

"Is it because someone takes chicken feathers as a command arrow, or is it because someone deliberately makes things difficult for his colleagues to take revenge on his own?"

"Don't talk to me about the rules, so that everyone will not be good-looking if they make trouble!"

"Anyway, I'm not afraid of wearing shoes now."

There was no panic or cowardice on her face, and the slightly raised chin was still like the spoiled Miss Song family.

Those straightforward and unambiguous words made everyone's faces flush.

Rules are dead, people live, and they often watch people take turns to play because they have some small backgrounds and know how to grasp the right position. As long as they don’t make too much trouble, they basically never turn over the car.

But Xia Zhaoyun didn't follow the ordinary path. She didn't follow the rules and stared at what they had done before. She seemed to have made up her mind to give up. Instead of waiting for the Song family to be fired, she would have to pull a few people on their backs.

People who bully the weak and fear the strong and do not like to get involved in trouble will naturally not be willing to be victims.

"Oh, little comrade, come to me, where is it uncomfortable? Is the half-month salary enough?" The woman who was eating melon seeds at the table next to her immediately stood up with a smile, pulled her over and said in a low voice.

She took out a note and wrote it, and kept reminding her: "We can advance the salary by up to half a year. I saw that you were in a hurry and walked through the back door. Don't tell anyone else."

"Otherwise it will affect our factory's production tasks..."

Xia Zhaoyun nodded, took the twenty-five yuan, and a few bills, counted them carefully and put them in her pocket, watching the person correct his personal information.

When she was about to go out, she looked at everyone with a smile:

"Isn't it enough to do this? I have to throw your face to the ground, why bother?"

"I am not a member of the Song family now, nor are you the ones you can bully at will!"

"People say they would rather offend gentlemen than villains, and I am the villain, who always believed that villains take revenge from morning to night."

"After all, I'm a ruthless guy who pushed the girl down from the second floor."

Everyone...

Is it so annoying? Just go out and turn right after finishing your business. Saying so many things makes them feel very convinced.

They were so uneasy that they jumped out and stepped on people before the Song family broke up completely with others?

This little aunt always rushes around everywhere she goes. Apart from falling in front of Song Zhenbao, how could she suffer any losses?

They decided that they would definitely hide away when they saw her in the future!

After coming out of the office building, Xia Zhaoyun took her hand from behind. The dense wounds on it and some small ceramic fragments were firmly embedded in it. From time to time, she felt sharp pain due to uneven force on her hands.

Blood was like a stream blocked by stones, or like an untightened faucet, slowly flowing drop by drop.

A rich and sweet rust smell came from the warm air. The corners of her lips curled up slightly, and she looked around and headed towards the hospital.

Xia Zhaoyun had a surgical treatment of the wound on her hand and got the injury test certificate issued by the chief doctor. It clearly stated that glass scratches the tendon, which will cause dysfunction of the finger joints in the future and will not be able to exert force.

She saw deep sympathy from the chief doctor and a series of interns.

After all, she is such a beautiful young girl, her right hand becomes a decoration, and even writing with a pen may become a luxury.

Xia Zhaoyun's face remained unchanged, and she continued to go to the Department of Neurology. After a series of examinations, she obtained the left ear trauma and neurological deafness assessment certificate issued by the vice president.

She straightened her spine and left the hospital, walked with her lips tightly pursed for a long time before she let out a long breath. Looking at the setting sun that was a little deep, she murmured with a soft sadness and this relief: "I am carrying the reputation of murder. I have irreversible disabilities in my right hand and left ear. It should be enough to repay the kindness of the Song family for raising me?"

"Why is the daughter of the Song family so easy to be like?"

The art troupe of Zhaoyang Garment Factory is located in the Cultural Palace on the 10th floor of the center of the factory. Whether it is the condolence performances, rehearsals, training, or the dormitory of single employees in the troupe, they are all on this building.

Next to the playground, opposite is the main office building.

Everyone has finished their meal now, the men are wearing jerseys and shouting to play ball, while the girls in the art troupe are carrying basins to the bathhouse.

Xia Zhaoyun walked into the building with her long legs against the crowd, amid the complex gossip, pity, relieving, disgust and other complex gazes that everyone frequently cast, such as "pleasure, relieving, disgust".

He said hello to the aunt in the Sheguan and registered. She took the key, picked up the bedding and other items and climbed upstairs.

"Yunyun!" As soon as she opened the door, she was thrown into her arms before she could take a closer look at the situation in the dormitory.

The things she was carrying also fell to the ground.

The visitor stuck out his tongue embarrassedly, picked up the things quickly, and a burst of air piled up on the only upper bunk near the window.

Then the little girl took her down and looked up and down. Her eyes fell red on Xia Zhaoyun's hand wrapped in rice dumplings, her swollen cheeks and her skin-wrinkled lips.

"Why are they so cruel?"

"I am not my own biological child. I have been fed the dog for eighteen years. Why do I just want to beat me? Is it so fierce?"

"Yunyun, you are also stupid, why are you standing and waiting? You are not afraid that your face will be broken with such a beautiful little face!"

The little girl treated her as a porcelain doll with heartache and dared not touch her. She said angrily, while puffing her mouth to cry.

Xia Zhaoyun chuckled and pulled the wound on the corner of her lips.

At this moment, she stopped showing off her power, frowned and clamored, hugged the chattering little girl, and said in a little tired and sleepy manner: "You know me, I wanted to get rid of them a long time ago. This time I gave me a good reason, and I thought you had to buy firecrackers to be happy for me."

Just as others were talking about it, Xia Zhaoyun was never a good person. I don’t know if she was born to be cold or influenced by the Song family. She didn’t bother to manage any relationship that had no profitable interests.
To be continued...