Siheyuan: Qin Huai Ru, Dong Xu Qing You

Yang Haijun was confident and had no guilt at all.

"Anyone who oppresses working people is my enemy, and I will never let them go."

Chapter 336 Why can’t I come?

Unlike the logistics director, Liu Feng does not have a very good attitude towards the canteen.

"Yang Haijun, what exactly happened? Can you explain to me what class hostility is?"

Liu Feng naturally remembered him, after all, he was Liang Ladi's disciple.

"Yang Xiaodong, did he eat all the buns for me?"

Yang Haijun picked up a bun from the ground and handed it to Liu Feng.

"There was only one piece. I ate the rest."

"Are you blackmailing me?"

"We are workers, the masters of our country. I cannot yield to the capitalists. I want to expose and complain..."

Liu Feng and other factory managers looked increasingly grim.

"Yang Haijun, please be patient.

Liu Feng turned to the crowd and said, "Everyone has heard about Yang Haijun's story. I want to know if it's true."

Everyone was already very dissatisfied with the situation in the cafeteria, and now they were even more resentful.

They all stood on Yang Haijun's side.

Now that there are so many witnesses, Liu Feng also understands that it is impossible for him to explain the matter of Yang Haijun clearly today.

Who knows what's happening? Maybe that guy who doesn't know how to live or die will really report to his superiors.

As the person in charge of the factory, he must bear certain responsibilities, be reprimanded by his superiors, and may even be dismissed.

Liu Feng said loudly: "As the factory director, a man like Yang Xiaodong actually had such corrupt ideas. This shows that I have not fulfilled my due responsibilities and failed to supervise him well."

"I'm here to apologize to everyone, including Yang Haijun."

Liu Feng was really able to let go of things and bowed deeply in front of everyone.

Although his actions made him lose face, he also won the hearts of the people.

If this matter were to get out, his reputation in the factory would definitely skyrocket.

This move may not be a good idea, but it is the best way to win people's hearts.

In ancient times, Liu Bei was respectful to the wise and humble. Whenever he did something wrong, he would apologize to his subordinates in order to win a good reputation.

He also won over a group of loyal civil and military ministers.

Faced with praise from a group of employees, Yang Haijun didn't know what to say.

"Yang Haijun, what do you think about Yang Xiaodong?"

Yang Haijun will not be fooled by Liu Feng.

If he really told the solution, he would become a narrow-minded and vindictive person.

He also killed Yang Xiaodong. It was not because he was afraid of Yang Xiaodong's revenge, but because he felt that he had to do so.

"Director Liu, you are the head of the factory. You have the final say on this matter."

Yang Haijun's eyes fixed on Liu Feng.

But he didn't want to get involved in this mess, nor did he want Liu Feng to trick him again, so he took the initiative to ask to leave.

"I think everyone will handle this matter well, and it's time for me to leave."

The head of the logistics department swept away his previous arrogance and said, "Captain, wait a moment."

He took out a meal ticket from his pocket: "This is your meal ticket. If you are not here, they will not take your meal ticket."

With the meal ticket, Yang Haijun left in the eyes of everyone.

He left in a very free and easy manner. How the factory dealt with Yang Xiaodong had nothing to do with him, but this time, he wanted to set a great and glorious example for everyone.

He was not afraid that Liu Feng would bully Yang Xiaodong, but if he dared to do so in front of so many people, he would be bringing humiliation upon himself.

Liu Feng also understood that this guy was not so easy to fool, and the plan of framing him seemed to be unable to work.

If the matter of Yang Xiaodong is not resolved, it will be absolutely impossible. Now these people are full of anger, and he has to use Yang Xiaodong as a gun.

"For Yang Xiaodong's sake, we can't keep this kind of person."

Liu Feng said to Yang Xiaodong, "Pack your things quickly and go to the Finance Department to get the money. Don't come here again."

Yang Xiaodong only felt a buzzing in his head.

He never imagined that such a trivial matter would cause him to lose his job.

He was just a temporary employee and the factory leader could fire him with just one order.

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"Director, hello everyone."

Yang Xiaodong no longer cared about the pain at this time and gave up pretending.

He kept begging for mercy.

"I promise, I won't do it again."

Liu Feng said to the security chief, "Have someone take him away and get him out of the factory."

"Remember, you must carry everything from the factory with you."

Without Nan Yi's protection, Yang Xiaodong became an abandoned child of the factory.

Nan Yi couldn't even take care of himself now and was still cleaning. Even if he found out about Yang Xiaodong's situation, he couldn't do anything.

Liu Feng looked at the publicity staff and said, "We need to put out a poster and broadcast this incident so that everyone knows that this is a lesson."

Yang Haijun returned to the dormitory, took out a roasted pork leg from his room, cut a few pieces of pork belly from it, and drank a can of ice-cold beer in the hot summer, feeling very happy.

It's so good.

After dinner, there was nothing to do, so I fell asleep again.

But now it was Liu Feng who appeared.

"Director Liu, you're here."

When Liu Feng heard this, he realized that the other party was trying to trick him before blaming him.

As a leader, he really has no way to deal with these temporary workers.

In this era, "boss" is very important, and factories cannot fire employees at will unless they do something principled.

"Sorry, Marine."

"Yang Xiaodong was fired from his factory."

Liu Feng pulled out a radio quotation from his pocket: "The factory has already compensated you."

Tang Ling was not very interested in radio. After all, there were many things in his storage ring, such as radio, bicycle, and things he got from the other two worlds.

Besides, in those days, there were very few radio programs and no entertainment at all.

At most, it can be used for decoration and showing off.

But Liu Feng is the owner of the factory after all, and he must be respected.

Yang Haijun heard the hidden meaning in Liu Feng's words. That was Yang Xiaodong's business, and he should not cause trouble for others because of Liu Feng.

"Thank you, boss. I've wanted a radio for a long time, but unfortunately there are no tickets."

"Yang Xiaodong has received the punishment he deserves. I think we should just let this matter go."

Liu Feng was very happy that this young policeman was very good at speaking.

At noon, the news of Yang Xiaodong's accident was broadcast on the factory radio.

Posters have also been put up in the factory.

Yang Haijun never thought that he would kill a two-faced guy like Yang Xiaodong just after arriving here.

No one in the entire factory sympathized with Yang Xiaodong. Only his nominal master, Nan Yi, thought that Yang Haijun was targeting him.

But there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't even protect himself now. The only thing he could do was feel sorry for his disciples.

At night, Yang Haijun felt a little dizzy and kept sneezing.

It's either a cold or a fever.

He walked towards the medical room with unsteady steps.

Although it was Sunday, there were still many people queuing in front of the clinic.

They were obviously not sick, but came to chat with Ding Qiunan.

Yang Haijun had no way to get one, so he had to queue up slowly according to the order.

When it was his turn, it was already dark.

Ding Qiunan lowered his head and wrote furiously, not knowing what he was thinking.

"what happened?"

Yang Haijun changed his tone: “Doctor Ding, I feel a little dizzy, and my nose and nose are trembling.”

Ding Qiunan was stunned for a moment before she realized that it was the man who had been secretly glancing at her.

She originally thought that these people came to her under the guise of curing illnesses.

"Come, take my temperature."

Ding Qiunan shook the thermometer in his hand and then handed it over.

Yang Haijun grabbed it and stuffed it directly under his arm.

After a moment, Ding Qiunan picked up the thermometer and looked down.

"No, you just caught a cold. I'll give you some medicine. Drink plenty of water and get some rest. You should be fine after two days of rest."

As Ding Qiunan spoke, he also reminded her, "If you run out of medicine, come to me. If it doesn't work, I'll prescribe a new one."

Yang Haijun thought of the time he had been waiting at the hospital entrance and couldn't help but say, "Doctor Ding, you'd better bring a few more pills."

"You don't know yet, I've been waiting in line for a long time."

Ding Qiunan heard the hidden meaning in Yang Haijun's words and felt powerless.

There were many people who were not sick at all but pretended to be sick, and she couldn't drive them away.

Yang Haijun took the herbs and left.

But there is a slender woman in his family.

"Xiao Liu, what are you doing?"

The Sixth Girl really wanted to say, why can’t I come?

But thinking of Yang Haijun's words, he forced himself to suppress the impulse in his heart.

She smiled brightly, "I just finished work and came to see Xiao Qi, and then I came over."

The Sixth Miss smiled so beautifully that Yang Haijun was a little dazed for a moment.

Seeing Yang Haijun’s confused look, Liu Yatou was very satisfied.

Yang Haijun felt very uncomfortable and didn't want to have anything to do with the Sixth Girl anymore.

"Then I won't accompany you."

He poured himself a glass of water and packed a packet of medicine.

When the six girls heard that Yang Haijun was going to order them to leave, they became furious.

But when I saw him holding the medicine and looked at his pale face, I knew he was sick.

Because she was a girl, the Sixth Girl didn't dare to look at Yang Haijun for too long. She hadn't noticed it before and secretly blamed herself for being careless.