Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

As soon as he said that, the auditorium fell silent.

Immediately afterwards, a loud "buzz" erupted from below.

Several young workers in the back row sat up straight, their eyes lighting up.

The faces of the senior members and veteran cadres in the front row visibly darkened.

"What?"

"Salaries should be paid in full first?"

"Is this really true?"

"Then I'll go too!"

The crowd was huddled together, creating a chaotic din.

Just then, a loud voice suddenly rang out from the back row.

"Why should I?!"

The moment that shout came out, the entire auditorium fell silent.

When everyone turned around, they saw that Sun Weidong had already stood up, his neck stiff and his face red, looking as if he had suffered a great injustice.

"We're all workers from the Red Star Factory, why should they get their pay first while we have to wait?"

"Director Zhao, after you burned down the security department with your first fire, are you now picking and choosing who to pay?"

"What's this?"

"Does this count as ganging up on one group while attacking another? Does this count as retaliation?!"

The moment that last sentence was uttered, the auditorium erupted in complete uproar.

People below began to whisper among themselves.

"Yeah! Why should they? And who gets to decide on the list?"

"Sun Weidong!" Zhang Dafa slammed his hand on the table, his face turning pale.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"This is a factory meeting, not a place for you to spout nonsense!"

Sun Weidong shrank back, clearly taken aback by the shout, but relying on the large number of people in the room, he still stubbornly maintained his defiant expression.

Zhao Shanhe stood at the front, but there was no anger on his face.

He just looked at Sun Weidong and suddenly smiled.

"What's this comrade's name?"

"What's wrong? Want revenge? Deal with my dad first, then come after me?"

Sun Weidong looked indignant and defiantly stuck out his neck.

The auditorium fell silent.

Zhao Shanhe nodded, his tone remaining calm.

Which workshop?

"The device port."

Zhao Shanhe said "Oh" and nodded slowly.

"Then come up here."

Sun Weidong froze, his feet not moving.

Zhao Shanhe looked at him, his voice not loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire auditorium.

"Originally, I planned to have Director Liang and Deputy Director Zhang decide on this first batch of names, selecting some skilled and capable workers."

"Since Comrade Sun has volunteered, then so be it."

"The workers below definitely know better than I, the new factory manager, how well you're doing at the equipment gate."

Zhao Shanhe raised his hand and pointed to the side of the podium.

"Come up here. Today, in front of the entire factory, if half the people in your equipment workshop raise their hands and vote for you, your name, Sun Weidong, will be added to the first batch of priority wage recipients."

Sun Weidong's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably twice.

He knows best what kind of person he is at the equipment department on a regular basis.

He was always late or left early, slacking off on his work. Relying on his father's influence in the security department, he never touched any rough or heavy work.

Making him ask for votes in public now is worse than slapping him across the face with the sole of his shoe.

"What? Too scared to go?"

Zhao Shanhe took out a match from his pocket, slowly struck it, and lit the half-eaten Daqianmen cigarette in his mouth.

"Weren't you shouting quite loudly just now?"

All eyes were fixed on Sun Weidong.

Sun Weidong was caught in a dilemma. His back was already covered in cold sweat. He could only grit his teeth and squeeze out of the long bench, and walk to the front with a stiff upper lip.

Zhao Shanhe exhaled a puff of smoke and glanced at the area below the stage where people were sitting near the equipment booths.

"Where are the people at the equipment entrance?"

From the third row on the left, more than a dozen people stood up one after another.

Zhao Shanhe dusted off his cigarette ash.

"I've already explained the rules."

"Raise your hand if you think Sun Weidong is a reliable worker, has excellent skills, and can master new machines."

The auditorium was completely silent.

The dozen or so workers at the equipment opening looked at each other, but no one moved.

An old fitter who had previously worked with Sun Weidong simply put his hands in his sleeves and looked directly at the ceiling.

one second.

two seconds.

Five seconds passed.

Of the dozen or so people below, not a single one raised their hand above their chest.

Sun Weidong stood at the edge of the stage, his face, which had been flushed, gradually turned liver-colored, and then slowly turned ashen.

He stared intently at Liu San'er, with whom he usually smoked and played cards, and kept winking at him.

Liu San'er coughed lightly and quickly lowered his head, pretending to stare at the toes of his shoes.

This is a job involving handling new machines. If you mess it up, you'll be held responsible. Who would dare to vouch for a slacker who can't even hold a wrench properly?

Zhao Shanhe watched this scene without even the slightest surprise.

He stepped forward, held the cigarette between two fingers, and slowly exhaled the smoke in front of Sun Weidong.

"Is this what you call retaliation?"

"The eyes of the masses are discerning. If you can't even get the votes of these dozen or so of your fellow workers, how can you expect the factory to entrust you with the life-saving machine?"

Zhao Shanhe turned around, his gaze suddenly turning cold, sweeping across the entire room like a knife.

"I'm putting my words on this right now!"

"Whoever wants this full salary, whoever wants to be on this list, we don't care about my background or seniority, we just look at whether you have real skills and whether everyone respects you!"

"If you don't have the ability, then shut your mouth and watch others eat!"

Sun Weidong's face turned from blue to purple, then from purple to white, and his lips trembled like a tattered piece of paper shaking in the wind.

He whirled around, staring intently at the few honest-looking workers below the stage, and let out a sharp, low growl: "Liu Laosan! Have you forgotten who treated you to strong liquor last week? Lao Zhang! It was my dad and I who helped you with your roof repairs! Are you playing dead now? Huh?!"

No one in the audience uttered a sound.

On the contrary, the old fitter, who was usually ordered around to do odd jobs by Sun Weidong, snorted coldly. His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for everyone to hear: "Help? Those tiles were bought with our pooled money. You and your father squatted there for half an hour and stole an old hen. Is that what you call helping?"

A suppressed jeer immediately erupted from below.

That laugh became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Sun Weidong completely broke down. His eyes were bloodshot, and like a wild dog cornered in a dead end, he suddenly took a step forward, his finger almost poking Zhao Shanhe's nose: "Zhao! What are you pretending to be so big for! Aren't you just trying to show off your abilities? Aren't you just trying to establish your authority here?"

"Let me tell you, there are plenty of people with the surname Sun or Wang at the Red Star Factory. It's none of your business, a peasant, pointing fingers here!"

He screamed hysterically as he kicked over a long bench in front of him. "To hell with priority pay! To hell with the transformation! I quit! Let's see what kind of tricks these beat-up machines can pull off!"

Zhao Shanhe slowly finished his last puff of cigarette.

He didn't look at Sun Weidong's flushed face anymore, but instead lowered his head, threw the half-smoked cigarette butt on the ground, and crushed it out with his toe.

"You're quitting?"

Zhao Shanhe raised his eyes, his gaze revealing a chilling calm. "Alright. Director Liang, write this down. Sun Weidong from the equipment department disrupted the meeting in public and disregarded factory rules. Since he has voluntarily resigned, treat it as a voluntary resignation. After the meeting, have him go to the personnel department to complete the formalities."

Sun Weidong froze, his waving arm hanging in mid-air, his madness instantly turning into terror.

He only wanted to use the trouble to his advantage, but Zhao Shanhe took the opportunity to kick him out of the factory.

"You...you dare fire me? My father is—"

"Your dad is standing guard at the toilet door right now with a broom."

Zhao Shanhe interrupted him, leaning forward slightly, exuding a beast-like sense of oppression. "Sun Weidong, this is the Hongxing Machinery Factory, not your playground. Get off."

Sun Weidong's legs went weak. Under the pressure of Zhao Shanhe's cold gaze, he felt as if his bones had been removed, and he stumbled off the stage.