Niu Xiaotian did not handle it without authorization, which made Anyue very happy.
Without saying anything, Anyue immediately got up and got dressed.
In the rush, she couldn't find her pants, so Niu Xiaotian helped her pick them up from the ground.
After getting off the kang, Anyue thought for a moment, picked up the phone, called Lin Dahai, and asked him to rush to the factory immediately.
"Yueyue, why are you calling him?" Niu Xiaotian asked.
"Lin Dahai is the supervisor of the factory. We can't make the decision on everything, so we can avoid gossip." An Yue explained.
"Hehe, you think too much. You have so many things to do with Uncle Lin." Niu Xiaotian disagreed.
"You should be more careful. If everyone was as confused as you, they would have been in chaos long ago."
Anyue was chattering about the class, and then the two of them went out, got on their scooters, and roared all the way towards the factory.
The sound is so loud that the tractor is not as good as it.
Anyue hugged Niu Xiaotian tightly and said loudly: "Xiaotian, it's time to change to a motorcycle!"
"If I can ride it, why would I change it? I'm very nostalgic."
He is clearly a stingy person, yet he speaks so noblely.
As soon as we arrived in front of the factory, the sound of motorcycles came from behind, and Lin Dahai, wearing a military coat, also rushed over.
The three of them pushed the motorcycle into the yard and walked into the office building together.
In the lobby on the first floor, two women were sitting on the floor. They were both over thirty years old, tall and thin, but wearing floral cotton-padded jackets, large cotton trousers, and non-slip elderly shoes.
The woman's hair was disheveled, her face was bruised and bruised, and she had just received a heavy beating.
Specially made white cotton dresses were piled aside, with long wigs placed on them. They were a mess and looked disgusting.
Simei, Ji Defa and other staff on duty stood around with their waists pinched, while Qiuxue and Dongyue were on their feet, moving back and forth on balance bikes.
"Xiao Tian, Director An, these two women are so abominable. They pretend to be ghosts and scare people. Old Li almost got sick from the fright."
Ji Defa spoke first in annoyance. When the two were dragged in because of his anger, he also stepped forward and kicked them several times. He really wanted to kick these two rotten people to death.
With Simei here, it is not surprising that these two people were beaten.
The reason why I was not disabled or vomited blood is thanks to Niu Xiaotian's teachings.
Anyue glared, knelt down and asked, "What are your names? Why did you come to the processing factory to act like ghosts and disrupt the order of the factory?"
"We just came here to play, why were we arrested?" A woman raised her face and pretended to be confused.
"Is it fun to pretend to be a ghost in the middle of the night?"
Anyue's chest was heaving and her orifices were filled with smoke. At this moment, she also wanted to slap this woman several times.
"It's not okay for us to make videos and become internet celebrities, right?" Another woman also started to quibble.
"Make a video of throwing paper money into the factory?" An Yue asked coldly.
"How can you pretend to be a ghost without throwing paper money? Besides, we didn't throw it into the yard."
The woman from before deliberately raised her head, raised her face, and stared with her little eyes and said, "We don't understand why we were suddenly beaten, had things robbed, and our personal freedom was restricted."
The two exchanged fluent answers, as if they had rehearsed them in advance and could not find any flaws for the time being.
"you……"
Anyue was so angry that she couldn't speak, but Niu Xiaotian pulled her aside.
It's useless to be nice and angry when dealing with such people. You must make them fear from the bottom of their hearts.
"Hey, what are your names?" Niu Xiaotian asked in a deep voice.
The two women shook their heads at the same time. If they don't say anything, they won't say it. They really don't believe it and dare to beat them to death.
"Hmph, to be shameless, first pull out all their nails, including toenails. Then smash their knees and knock out their teeth." Niu Xiaotian ordered.
"Xiaotian, that's not allowed."
Lin Dahai suddenly grabbed Niu Xiaotian. Why did this child become so violent? He seemed like a different person.
"I'll take the responsibility if anything happens, take action!" Niu Xiaotian ordered again.
"yes!"
Simei immediately rushed over and clamped the two women's wrists tightly. Chunfeng greeted: "Uncle Ji, please find some more pliers, even ones with sharp mouths."
Jide was stunned for a moment, Niu Xiaotian nodded and said: "Let's go find him!"
"All right!"
Ji Defa agreed and walked away quickly.
Anyue said nothing. She thought Niu Xiaotian was deliberately scaring the two women. If he really wanted to pull out his nails, she would definitely stop them.
The two women struggled hard, but were inevitably slapped several more times, until they were dizzy and had nosebleeds.
By the time Ji Defa brought some pliers, the two women were already on the verge of collapse.
No, they are just trying to scare people.
However, when Chunfeng took a pair of pliers and banged them on the ground, the two women fell from the edge of collapse, "No, let's say it! Say anything!"
"If you dare to hide a word, you will be punished severely!" Niu Xiaotian said.
Anyue quickly took out her mobile phone, told everyone to shush, and moved closer to record the video. After all, the video was not good because it was slapped in the face.
"My name is Wei Shumei, female, thirty-three years old, and still unmarried..."
"My name is Yang Xueliang, female, thirty-five years old, recently divorced..."
The two confessed that they were both old employees of the Qingyun Town Mountain Products Purchasing Company. Since the establishment of the Xingwang Mountain Special Products Processing Factory, the company could purchase very few mountain products, and no wages were paid this month.
The general manager of the company, Li Laifu, is the nephew of Mayor Li. He hates Xingwang Factory and curses him every day.
The Xingwang Factory must be corrupted in order for the purchasing company to survive.
Don't dare to cause trouble directly. Everyone knows that the cattle factory manager has a background and is not easy to mess with.
So Li Laifu came up with a good idea, which was to pretend to be a ghost. People are superstitious and easy to fool. As long as the workers are scared away, the factory will be ruined.
First I made a plastic inflatable dummy and floated it into the yard.
Then, they made the sound of ghosts crying and threw some paper money. Wei Shufen also said that in order to keep it secret, she cut the paper money with her own hands.
But later, Xingwang Factory installed external monitoring and the inflatable dummy could no longer be used.
Li Laifu thought hard and came up with this upgrade action of pretending to be a ghost. For this purpose, he also purchased an electric balance car, white clothes and a wig, etc., thinking that he would be perfect.
In fact, during this operation, Li Laifu also followed us in a van and parked it next to the concrete bridge of Nilu River.
"If it weren't for getting wages, we wouldn't come here in the middle of the night to pretend to be ghosts. We feel scared and unlucky!" Wei Shumei cried.
"That's right, Li Laifu is quite fierce and wants to hit people every now and then!" Yang Xueliang also cried.
If you can't fight, you will engage in despicable conspiracies and tricks, which is extremely shameless.
Lin Dahai's face was filled with anger and his fists were clenched. He had always known that his position as village director was removed by Mayor Li.
Now it's Mayor Li's nephew who wants to bring down the processing factory.
Anyue is also completely disappointed with Mayor Li. This kind of person is not worthy of being the mayor of a town and is a stumbling block to economic development.
"Does Mayor Li Xinping have any shares in the purchasing company?"
Anyue asked again, deliberately moving the recording on her phone closer.