This was the first time Xie Wuliang had lied since he was a child. He stammered and was filled with guilt.
Fortunately, Xie Hongchun didn't think too much and just told her in a rough voice to run slower.
Jogging all the way to Muxiu Tower, Xie Wuhan was out of breath.
On a cold winter day, she actually broke out in thin sweat on her forehead.
“Ding-deng-deng.”
After taking a short rest, she went to the "embroidery room" on the third floor with familiarity.
This is the place where she has been working for more than three years, and there are more than a hundred young female embroidery workers gathered here.
Of course, there are also male embroidery workers who are responsible for part-time handling and post-processing.
"An Feng..."
Opening the wooden door and lifting the heavy curtain to block the cold wind, Xie Wuhan quickly searched along the narrow passage.
"Sister Rou, have you seen Manager An Feng?"
"Uncle Ding, is Manager An Feng here?"
"He didn't come here today?"
"What about Deputy Shopkeeper An Mian?"
"You didn't come here either?"
"thank you, I know now."
Running upstairs and downstairs, Xie Wuhan searched everywhere he could.
Sure enough, the uncle and nephew who had never seen each other before looked up and looked down seemed to have disappeared from the world, and no one knew where they had gone.
It's excusable if one person is absent, maybe it's a family emergency.
But these two people disappeared together, and there were no transfer arrangements for the people below at work, which seemed a bit unreasonable.
"Lao Le, have you heard that something big happened in the Zhao family last night?"
"Which Zhao family?"
"I'm so impressed with you. How many Zhao families are there in Yingjiang City?"
"Hey, I heard this through the grapevine too. I have a distant nephew. The one you met is the one who came to the building to borrow money from me a while ago."
"Yes, yes, Xiao Qingzi, he joined the Zhao family when he was nine years old. He is a slave with a foreign surname in the Zhao family and specializes in raising horses."
"This morning, he brought a bunch of things to my place in big and small bags and said that he lost his horse-raising job."
"I don't know if I don't ask. I'll be shocked if I ask."
"Ancestor of the Zhao family..."
In the warehouse, two male embroidery workers were chatting while leaning on wooden shelves.
I saw one of them spitting like stars and talking incessantly: "More than twenty people in the Zhao family have died, including the ancestor of the Zhao family, the patriarch, three elders, plus more than a dozen disciples of the Zhao family, who were killed by an unknown person.
The mysterious person who came from this place has been killed."
"What the hell, you don't believe me?"
"Xiao Qingzi said that the mysterious man gave an order that within three days, all the Zhao clan members in the city must move away, otherwise they will be killed without mercy."
"Who would have thought that the famous Zhao family of the Ying family in Dongluo would just disappear, and everything would be turned upside down overnight."
"Hey, why are you pinching me?"
The other person lowered his voice and said solemnly: "I, if I remember correctly, Muxiu Building seems to be the property of the Zhao family."
"There are many people and many eyes, and a skinny camel is bigger than a horse."
"If the Zhao family disciples can't deal with that mysterious man, why can't they deal with our two helpers?"
"Shh, be careful, work, work."
The male embroiderer who spoke earlier kicked open the wooden box stacked in front of him and said angrily: "Working? What a waste of time. The real thing is to quickly go to Manager An to pay off the wages."
"What if the Xiuxiu Building collapses and a year's wages are not paid, our whole family will have to suffer from the northwest wind."
The man nicknamed "Lao Le" woke up on the spot, nodded repeatedly and said: "You are right, just in case, it is safer to pay off the wages."
"Let's go, go find Manager An on the third floor."
"It's the end of the year anyway, and it doesn't matter who is doing it or not."
The two of them were pushing and shoving each other, worried.
At the back door, Xie Wuhan, who had listened to all the chatter between the two, closed his eyes and said nothing, tears moistening his eyes.