Not understanding is not a problem; the Factory Director has always been a person adept at thinking.
Moreover, Zhai Huayuan had already given him plenty of clues—
Deputy Factory Director Sun, spouse, Peking University.
He pondered for a mont and then called his secretary to ask, "Has Deputy Factory Director Sun’s son been admitted to Peking University?"
"No, his son got into Tsinghua," the secretary replied, "but I’ve heard that Sun Guanghui’s partner is from Peking University."
Matched!
The Factory Director slapped his hand down hard.
He hurriedly asked, "Where is that girl from?"
"I don’t know about that," the secretary shook his head, "I only knew he had a partner because my nephew saw him making a phone call at the post office."
"Find out, quickly," the Factory Director urged.
"Okay!"
The secretary went out and soon ca back.
"Factory Director, I asked the neighbors of the Sun Family, our factory’s Accountant Li and his spouse, during the New Year’s..."
The secretary repeated the Sun Family’s matters.
The Factory Director was sowhat confused: "What? Even a university student from Peking University is not good enough for them? Are they aiming for the sky?"
The secretary chuckled dryly, not picking up the conversation.
When leaders say it’s nothing, he can’t afford to blurt out anything irrelevant.
The Factory Director stroked his chin, pondering for a long ti before asking another question: "The place where Sun Guanghui went down to the countryside is Lan County, right?"
"Yes, I just checked on my way, it’s Lan County, Ten Miles Team."
The secretary deliberately emphasized the words "Ten Miles Team."
"I knew it!" The Factory Director grimaced as if in pain, "This is kicking against an iron plate."
The secretary was very curious about what was going on but dared not ask.
The Factory Director did not hesitate and took out drafting paper to start writing a docunt.
Half an hour later—
"Due to Comrade Sun Siguo’s neglect of duty and repeated delays of work for personal affairs, a factory-wide announcent for criticism is issued, demoting from Deputy Factory Director to Deputy Chief of Workshop Three. Please be inford."
The punishnt notice was posted on the factory’s bulletin board, and the factory’s public address system also broadcasted it three tis in a row.
The Factory Director listened to the noise outside the window as if it were celestial music.
So exhilarating!
He had wanted to pull the Sun guy down not just for a day or two.
Previously, due to his father-in-law, he couldn’t do so, but today, the opportunity finally presented itself!
The Factory Director took a sip of tea and said to the secretary with all earnestness, "You see, as long as one lives, there will always be opportunities!"
The secretary laughed along, seeing the Factory Director in a good mood, he took the opportunity to joke, "Factory Director, should we publish a notice in the newspaper? After all, it’s a big deal to change a Deputy Factory Director!"
"Haha, you’re pretty crafty in the way you pose questions, little comrade!" The Factory Director was quite pleased, "Then go talk to the newspaper..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the office door was pushed open, and Sun Siguo barged in.
The Factory Director frowned, "Vice Director Sun, what are you doing?"
He was quick in changing titles, inwardly he had called Sun Siguo that many tis already.
Sun Siguo frowned, slamming the notice he had torn off the bulletin board onto the Factory Director’s desk: "What do you an by this? What did I do wrong?"
The Factory Director was ard with reason, directly invoking Zhai Huayuan’s na: "You delivering goods to the Cooperative Society, being late 11 tis in a year, never once greeting Director Zhai, isn’t this neglect of duty?"
Sun Siguo was taken aback for a mont, then bristled again, retorting with his neck stiffened, "For such a trivial matter? You demote two ranks for this?"
"You’re trying to make a bigger issue out of this?" The Factory Director looked at him sideways, "Director Zhai ntioned you dumped everything and ran off to Beijing; shouldn’t I take action against you?"
Sun Siguo was utterly baffled.
"You’re fooling a fool? How could such a small matter in the factory get known in Beijing?" Sun Siguo assud he was just making trouble out of nothing.
"Huh, who knows, so people just rush to put their faces out there to be stepped on," the Factory Director said, laughing joyfully, feeling it quite inappropriate, and quickly wiped his face, forcing down the wildly rising corners of his mouth.
For him, seeing Sun Siguo taken down a peg was more enjoyable than the New Year’s celebration.
Don’t be deceived by how this guy doesn’t dare to say a word at ho; in the factory, he’s always strutting around.
Having such an opportunity to put Su Yuncheng at a disadvantage was not easy.
Sun Siguo watched that smile on his face, and no matter how he thought about it, he felt that sothing was off.
But there was no way he would bow his head to a factory director whom he had always looked down upon; he pointed at the director and said, "You just wait!"
"Fine, I’ll wait."
The factory director leisurely picked up his tea mug and took another sip.
Humiliated and furious, Sun Siguo stord out of the office.
He didn’t even stay in the factory, heading straight to his father-in-law’s house.
"Dad..."
After reporting his grievance, even his father-in-law felt it was baffling, but he thought a bit more, "Think again, did you unknowingly offend soone?"
"Who could I have offended?" Sun Siguo was utterly baffled.
Just then, soone ca to call Sun Siguo to the street office to receive a telephone call.
His mind in turmoil, Sun Siguo answered the phone with a bad tone: "Who is it?"
"Dad." Sun Guanghui’s voice ca through from the other end of the line.
Sun Siguo unconsciously softened his tone, "Guanghui, what’s up?"
"Nothing’s happened to you, right?" Sun Guanghui felt that sothing was off with his dad’s tone when he answered the phone, and his anxiety surged.
", what could possibly happen to , who could do anything to ?" Sun Siguo feigned toughness, "Don’t worry about it for nothing, just focus on your studies, listen to your mom."
Sun Guanghui: "Mom offended soone."
"Huh? Offended who?"
"Lin Family in Beijing."
"What?"
Sun Siguo hesitated and asked: "Which Lin Family?"
"The one in the big courtyard."
Sun Siguo’s pupils shrank: "How did she offend them?"
Sun Guanghui lowered his eyes and said, "Wang Shui is Lin Family’s goddaughter."
Sun Siguo: "...!"
"Why didn’t you say so earlier?"
"I just found out."
Of course, that was a lie.
The truth should be—
I just made it up.
Hearing the panic in his father’s voice, Sun Guanghui felt the urge to laugh.
...
After having lunch outside, Lin Nianhe and others had other matters to discuss with Su Yuncheng, so after dropping the three girls back at their dormitory, the two of them left.
Once the three of them returned to the dormitory, the dormitory supervisor called Lin Nianhe over: "Lin Nianhe, there’s a phone call for you."
While speaking, the auntie was flipping through the record, and after a mont said: "A person nad Zhai Huayuan asked you to call him back."
Lin Nianhe was sowhat surprised and asked, "Auntie, when did this call co in, do you rember?"
The auntie thought for a mont, "About ten minutes ago, I can’t rember exactly."
"Thank you very much, you’ve been very helpful."
Lin Nianhe waved to Wang Shui and Wen Lan, hurriedly returning the call.
The phone rang for quite a while before it was picked up, and Lin Nianhe spoke with a smile: "Uncle Zhai, this is Lin Nianhe."
"Ah, ah," Zhai Huayuan went straight to the point, "Xiao Lin, relay a ssage to Wang Shui for —Mr. Sun has been demoted."
Lin Nianhe didn’t feel surprised, only asking: "Demoted to workshop director?"
"No, deputy director." Zhai Huayuan inquired, "You think, will Wang Shui feel a bit happier knowing this?"
This ti, Lin Nianhe was a bit surprised.
Demoted by two levels?
It seems... Deputy Director Sun is really unwelco at the beverage factory.
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