"Chen Se, Liu Ying and the others have already been arranged into the laundry room."
"Liu Ying is quite ruthless, much more vicious than Zhang Hongyan. I reckon that after a threat from Liu Ying, Yang ifeng probably won’t talk nonsense anymore."
In the office not far from the inquiry room, Xiao Ding, holding a thermos cup, sat in front of the desk, reporting to Chen Se.
"Hmm."
Chen Se nodded, stroking his chin, "With Liu Ying stepping in, this matter is almost certainly taken care of."
He glanced at his watch, pondered for a mont, and continued, "Three hours, release them on ti after three hours."
"Okay."
...
At this mont, Yang ifeng had just returned from the canteen after lunch with the people from Cell 7 to the laundry room to work.
Even though lunch was only simple radish and greens, she enjoyed every bite of it.
She had no choice; after going a day and a night without food, she would eat without hesitation even if it was a bowl of leftovers.
It’s just that the person serving the als was too unreasonable, dishing out only half a bowl of rice for her and not allowing any more.
"Yang ifeng, bring over those five packets of laundry detergent."
"Yang ifeng, put all these clothes into Washing Machine No. 3."
"Yang ifeng, take these washed clothes outside to dry!"
"Yang ifeng..."
As soon as she returned to the laundry room, her roommates from Cell 7 started ordering Yang ifeng around.
The laundry room was sowhat better because of the pungent sll; no instructor wanted to co in, so there was hardly any supervision.
Indeed, they all followed Zhang Hongyan’s example and ordered Yang ifeng to do their tasks.
Naturally, Yang ifeng was unwilling, but as soon as she resisted, Cuihua’s fist, big as a sandbag, ca smashing over. She dared not refuse and could only do the tasks, one by one, begrudgingly.
"Clang!"
Just then, the large door to the laundry room was pushed open, and seven or eight fierce-looking won walked in.
The leader was about one ter ninety tall, bulky, and must have weighed at least two hundred kilograms.
The most frightening thing was the three vicious scars on her jaw; she was not one to be ssed with.
Zhang Hongyan might have been throwing her weight around in Cell 7, but when she saw the fat woman with the three scars, she felt a bit panicky.
Gulp...
She swallowed, forcing a smile, "Sisters, I am Zhang Hongyan of Cell 7. The instructor has assigned us to do laundry here."
"Are you here to collect the washed clothes?"
"Cuihua, aren’t you going to show these sisters to the folded clothes?"
So ca to wash clothes, while others ca to collect clean ones.
In Zhang Hongyan’s view, anyone coming to the laundry room at this ti was certainly here to pick up clothes.
Cuihua nodded and was about to lead the group.
The fat woman with scars frowned and pushed Cuihua away with a slap of her hand.
Cuihua felt a gust of wind rush at her face before she was pushed to the ground.
"What?"
Everyone from Cell 7 was flabbergasted, especially Yang ifeng, whose eyes were wide with shock.
Cuihua was no small fry herself; she was far stronger than the average woman, and within Cell 7, her strength was only second to the boss, Zhang Hongyan.
But now, with just a gentle push, Cuihua was toppled over.
Such strength was terrifying!
"The clothes, I’ll take them in a while."
The fat woman looked at Zhang Hongyan with contempt. Her gaze swept over everyone from Cell 7 and she spoke indifferently, "Who here is called Yang ifeng?"
Thud!
Upon hearing her na, Yang ifeng was so scared that she repeatedly shook her hands, "I don’t know, Big Sister, I am going to hang the clothes now."
With that, she picked up a plastic basin weighing about thirty pounds and made for the door without a second thought.
"Wait a second!"
The fat woman furrowed her brows and looked at Zhang Hongyan, "Tell , where’s Yang ifeng?"
"Lie to , and I’ll skin you alive!"
Zhang Hongyan used to strut about domineeringly in Cell 7, but in front of the fat woman, she cowered imdiately. She pointed to the side, pointing at Yang ifeng, "Sister, don’t listen to her lies, that’s Yang ifeng!"
The others quickly chid in, "Big Sister, it’s her!"
At this mont, Cuihua, who was on the ground, raised her head and said through gritted teeth, "Yes, that’s her! She’s Yang ifeng! She’s a blood-sucking telecom fraudster!"
"It’s indeed you!"
The fat woman turned around and sneered, "You have the look of a thieving rat, trying to escape."
"Do you know who I am?"
Yang ifeng’s lips twitched nervously, sensing the woman’s ill intent. But with the exit blocked and no instructors around, escape was impossible.
She forced a smile and shook her head, "Sister, I don’t know."
"That, perhaps you’ve mistaken for soone else? I only ca in yesterday..."
"Ca in yesterday? And called Yang ifeng, then there’s no mistake!!"
The fat woman laughed coldly, raising her head proudly, "Let tell you, my na is Liu Ying!"
"Damn it, if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have ended up here!"
She glanced at a clear space inside the laundry room, gestured with a large hand and said in a stern voice, "Bring her over to !"
Liu Ying? Who was Liu Ying?
Yang ifeng couldn’t recall at that mont.
Just as she was about to speak and beg for rcy, she saw four fierce won grab her limbs and carry her outright to the open space.
Liu Ying then half-turned, her gaze coldly fixed on everyone from Cell 7, and she commanded in a deep voice, "What are you staring at? Get the hell back to work!"
"And one more thing! If anyone dares to leak what happened today, don’t bla for being rciless!"
With those words, she stomped on a plastic basin turned upside down on the floor.
Bang!
The plastic basin shattered instantly, and everyone’s faces went pale with fear.
Only Cuihua looked delighted; this Liu Ying was so ruthless with her moves, much stronger than herself.
"Yang ifeng, oh Yang ifeng, that’s what you get for committing telecom fraud! For engaging in such heaven-defying and evil deeds!"
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