The Sick and Weak Horse Dressed As a Villain

Although the Wo Hing Society is not a big society, and it only occupies the Kowloon Walled City, various deeds have been spread throughout Hong Kong. The community outside the walled city is at least suppressed by the police, but Hexing Society is a completely lawless existence. After killing and setting fire outside, as long as you hide in the walled city, it will be a mud cow into the sea. No one can do anything about it.

Seeing the fear on Azhong's face, Chen Jianan smiled gloomily: "Would you like me to take you to the walled city for a tour?"

The Azhong family suddenly turned pale, their heads shook like rattles, and they shuddered: "No need, no, let's go now, and we will never cause trouble again for Hui Shao."

Chen Jianan sneered in disgust, released the man, and waved to the other brothers to let go of the other workers who were restrained.

As if he was afraid that people would change his mind, A Zhong took a few sting-toed workers and ran out of the factory like frightened rabbits.

The remaining few employees who were fired but did not participate in the fight are also afraid this time. Director Wang took the lead and spoke respectfully to Lin Zihui: "Young Master Hui, we have really not done well in our work these few days, but we have nothing else. Mind, please give us another chance. We must work hard to make up for the past."

Lin Zihui glanced at Qiao Wen, and the other nodded calmly at him.

"Okay," Lin Zihui pondered for a moment, and seemed to have considered it seriously, and then nodded, "You are all old employees. If you are not showing that your reality is too disappointing, I will not fire you. Since you have made a change, then I will give you a chance and hope you will show me your sincerity."

Director Wang and the people beside him looked at each other in surprise, and nodded again and again: "Thank you, Shao Hui, we will definitely show you the sincerity."

Lin Zihui waved his hand: "Then go back to work."

Several people were overjoyed and hurried to the factory building, each secretly planning in their hearts that they must cherish this lost opportunity.

At the same time, a black Ford car drove into the factory gate.

It was Wu Yaodong who rushed over after receiving the news.

Although Manager Wu "healed" at home, his eyes and ears were everywhere in the factory. Not only did he know exactly what happened in the past few days, he could also say that he was commanding the whole process remotely.

In the recent battle, someone from him must have secretly called to report.

However, Qiao Wen knew that from today onwards, this factory will no longer have his people.

Wu Yaodong got out of the car, walked hurriedly to Lin Zihui, glanced at a bunch of unidentified young people next to him, and said anxiously: "Young Master Hui, what is going on? I heard that you are going to fire twenty people, Lian Ah. Zhongdu was fired."

Lin Zihui showed him a polite smile: "It's just a small matter, who called you Uncle Dong? It will make you feel uneasy while recovering from illness." After a pause, he asked, "How is your health?"

Qiao Wen smiled silently. He liked Master Hui's yin and yang strangeness.

Wu Yaodong replied: "It's okay, I can come back to work tomorrow."

Lin Zihui said: "Uncle Dong, when you get older, your body is the most important thing."

Wu Yaodong nodded: "I have worked hard for Mingyue Factory these years. I really didn't take good care of my body, otherwise I wouldn't take two days of recuperation suddenly."

Lin Zihui thought of something, took out a hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it to Chen Jianan: "Anan, I have troubled you and your brothers today. Take this money and ask everyone to have a good meal. "

Chen Jianan is not a twitchy temper. He took the money quickly and said with a smile: "You are welcome to talk to your friends. If you talk about what Xiao Qiao said, how can I fail to do it?" Now, I'm leaving, call me anytime I have to do, and be there on call."

Thinking of something again, he turned his head and looked Qiao Wen up and down, and asked: "The street didn't hurt you just now, did it?"

Qiao Wen shook his head and said with a smile: "You hurry back and bring so many people out. Be careful that Brother 4 can't find anyone to smoke you."

Chen Jianan smiled: "Yes, yes, then I'm leaving."

Watching him lead people rolling away, Lin Zihui looked at Wu Yao unhurriedly, and smiled: "I just have something to talk to Uncle Dong. Since you are here, it is better to hit the sun instead of choosing a day, let's go. Talk slowly in the office."

Wu Guangyao has been unable to pretend to be ill in the past few days, just to give Lin Zihui a disarm, so that this fledgling young boy knows that the factory can't do without him as a manager. In the future, I will honestly drink tea and watch TV in the office and spend my time, waiting for me to be tired of where to go back.

According to his personal report, the troubles and difficulties he deliberately set up in the past two days did make the young master and secretary busy and utterly exhausted.

However, he did not expect that Lin Zihui would suddenly attack with such a move this morning.

Take a salary increase to buy people's hearts and use force to suppress dissatisfaction. Originally thought it was a fledgling star, turned out to be a ruthless character. Wu Yaodong was shocked when he received the news, and ran over quickly. As it was reported, he was slumped and had to go back to the office with a good voice.

Lin Zihui still looked gentle and kind, and smiled and stretched out his hand: "Uncle Dong, your health is not good, please sit down."

Wu Yaodong's health is actually very good. The so-called physical illness on vacation is deliberate. Lin Zihui is now taking a mouthful of "bad health", and he is so frustrated, as if his body is really going to have a serious problem.

He sat down on the sofa in silence.

Lin Zihui personally made him a cup of tea: "Uncle Dong, you have tea."

Wu Yaodong picked up the cup with a wry expression and took a sip. Because the water was just poured from the kettle, he was absent-minded, his mouth was hot, and he coughed up fiercely, shaking his hand, and the tea was spilled on the back of his hand. It was hot again.

Lin Zihui said: "Uncle Dong, your health is not good, be careful."

The words "bad health" made Wu Yaodong feel that his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were all burned by the hot tea. He took a deep breath, calmed himself down, put down the cup, and barely smiled: "Master Hui is worried, I'm fine."

Lin Zihui nodded, sat down behind the desk, took out a check from the drawer, handed it to Qiao Wen, cleared his throat, and said, "Secretary Qiao, what happened to Uncle Dong, please tell me."

Qiao Wen nodded, walked to the sofa, and put the check on the coffee table.

Wu Yaodong's eyes fell on the check for 100,000 yuan, and he frowned, "What is this?"

Qiao Wen clenched a fist under his nose, coughed lightly, and looked at him with a smile: "Uncle Dong should be fifty years old this year. He has worked hard for Mingyue Factory for more than 20 years. Whether it is Mr. Lin or the workers in the factory, I am very grateful to Uncle Dong for your hard work over the years. These days you have been ill at home because of your hard work. Master Hui thinks that you should be able to enjoy your family at your age, but because you are sick from working in the factory, you really feel sorry for it. After discussion, Mr. Lin decided to let you retire early and take good care of your health. This check is your reward for paying the factory over the years, and it should be enough for you to enjoy your old age."

His tone is not hurried or slow, he can be called gentle and courteous, but every sentence is like a needle in a cotton, and Wu Yaodong’s lips tremble, his eyes widened in disbelief, his round face is completely bloodless, pale as if it were true. Are seriously ill.

After a while, he suppressed his anger and said, "Young Master Hui, are you trying to fire me?"

Qiao Wen replied on behalf of Lin Zihui: "Uncle Dong, you have misunderstood, Hui Shao just considers your health and asks you to retire early and take a good rest."

Wu Yaodong couldn't keep it stretched, slapped the cup of tea on the coffee table, and splashed the cup of tea. The expression is irritated into anger, and his eyes are cracked, so there is no usual pleasant color.

"Shao Hui, I, Mr. Wu, has been around since the establishment of the Mingyue Factory, and he has been a manager for more than ten years. You have chased me away, can't you justify it? Without me, do you think this factory can still operate normally? ?"

Qiao Wen chuckled: "Uncle Dong, you really have less misunderstood Hui, he just sees you are too tired and wants you to have a good rest. You are not in these two days, the factory has indeed encountered a little trouble, but we are young people. Even if it is difficult, it has been resolved. Now the factory is operating normally. If you are not worried, you can go to the workshop and warehouse before leaving."

"What are you, shut up!" Wu Yaodong got up angrily and looked at him with a big face. He knew a little bit about who Lin Zihui was. With this young master's temperament, he would definitely not be able to do this step, so the driver of all this must be the secretary who emerged from nowhere.

He lived a long time, and Mingyue Factory was already in his palm. Unexpectedly, he was toyed with by a young man in just a few days and was swept out of the house. How can he be willing?

It's just that he was full of anger, but it was not good to directly burn Lin Zihui, and could only attack Qiao Wen.

The other party was almost slobbered by him, but he still curled his lips and smiled calmly.

Qiao Wen told the bad things, and the bad guys called Qiao Wen to do it. Of course, Lin Zihui couldn’t let him suffer this grievance. Seeing Wu Yaodong’s being unkind to Qiao Wen, he hurriedly said, "Uncle Dong, I’m really just thinking about you, Secretary Qiao. Just do things as I tell you, don’t embarrass him."

Wu Yaodong snorted coldly: "Okay, I'll call Mr. Lin."

Lin Zihui nodded: "I will dial for you."

Yesterday, after Qiao Wen told him that he asked for a check from his father, he approached Lin Zhaoming that night. He originally thought his father would ask a few more questions, but he wrote this check without saying anything else. Obviously Lin Zhaoming Have this idea tomorrow morning.

So he didn't worry about Wu Yaodong being tall and black at all.

The call was connected, and Lin Zhaoming's answering voice soon came from the other end.

"Abba, Uncle Dong wants to talk to you." Lin Zihui heard his father's voice and said quickly.

"Okay, you hand over the phone to him."

Lin Zihui handed the phone to Wu Yaodong in good faith.

Wu Yaodong hugged the receiver with both hands, and said with a dry cry: "Boss, I have been with you for so many years. I have no credit and hard work. How can I know that Hui Hui will fire me as soon as he comes. You have to be fair for me."

Lin Zhaoming on the phone chuckled softly and said, "Adong, you have misunderstood Zihui. He has seen you working hard in the factory these few days, and there is a problem with your body. He came to me and told me that you are old. , I can’t bear to see you tired out for Mingyue Factory. I asked me to give you a check so that you can retire with peace of mind and take care of your life.” He paused and sighed quietly, “Adong, these years You are really working hard, the factory has always been taken care of by you, and I didn’t ask too much. If Zihui hadn’t mentioned it to me, I couldn’t think of it, so you can take the money and take care of your health. Young people are fine, if you need help, you can always find me."

Wu Yaodong originally had a complaint, but he was completely blocked by the other side's soft words.

It was only at this moment that he suddenly realized that Lin Zihui had the ability to do this, not only because he was the boss's son, but because it was originally what the boss meant.

Lin Zhaoming didn’t care about Mingyue Factory in the morning, but a shrewd businessman like him would never really be ignorant of the various tricks he played in his hands over the years. Previously, it was only because of his feelings for Mingyue Factory that he didn’t want to just shut it down. Just close one eye. Now that his son can do things when he grows up, he will naturally no longer let himself, an outsider, continue to take advantage.

Wu Yaodong knew that the general situation was gone, and there was no need to say anything that was originally brewing. He confided in thank you, and hung up the phone.

But not reconciled in the end, he glared at the two young boys in the office and left angrily.

He did not leave the factory directly, but went to the workshop and warehouse to meet his confidant who had been with him for so many years, planning to leave with someone, so that the two descendants would know what it means to lose him at Mingyue Factory.

Lin Zihui stood by the window, watching the movement outside.

He was actually a little nervous. If Wu Yaodong took away a group of people, especially a few management, the factory would really stop operating for a while.

"Awen, do you think someone will go with Uncle Dong?"

Qiao Wen smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Shao Hui, don't worry. People in the factory die for food, and no one in the factory eats food. In the past, Dongshu was loyal, because Dongshu was the factory manager. He wants to eat food under his hands. Now that Uncle Dong leaves the factory, it means nothing. As long as anyone who wants to support his family will not follow him for a moment. The only Azhong who will follow him are already Was driven away by us in advance."

Sure enough, half an hour later, Wu Yaodong walked out of the factory in a desperate manner, and only the driver who had followed him in was still behind him.

The two left almost desperately.

Lin Zihui was relieved when he saw this, and turned to Qiao Wen and said, "Awen, when you told me about this method yesterday, I was still a little worried. I didn't expect it to go so smoothly. You really are a magical calculation."

Qiao Wen laughed: "This is a magical calculation, as long as you understand a little bit of human support, it is not difficult. It can go smoothly, mainly because you are the boss, and Mingyue Factory is now mostly yours." He paused and said, " But don’t be too happy. Let’s go and see how the production line is. A Chung took away a dozen people. You have to reschedule his production line quickly."

Lin Zihui nodded.

The two went to the workshop and walked around, and the method of applying enlightenment and power together proved to be very effective. The working condition of the whole workshop was completely renewed. Even the finished garments, the craftsmanship has been significantly improved.

Many workers have an extra cost of one dollar, which is called a swift profit.

Obviously there will be no problem with the delivery of this order the day after tomorrow.

The next thing to consider is how to make the factory make more money, especially for Qiao Wen, he intends to start the first pot of gold from here, naturally, he has to think more and more long-term.

Fortunately, from finding the murderer of his father to fixing Wu Yaodong, Lin Zihui trusted him very much. If he wanted to carry out any work, he should have 100% support.

Qiao Wen thought that he was actually planning to make money with the hero of the original story. He was able to stand out in this world. On the one hand, he felt that he was witty and a little bold at the same time.

But having said that, Lin Zihui today is still a pure-hearted young man, and he really doesn't have the slightest style of being a hero.

If it is because of him that he changed the plot, which caused Lin Zihui to lose the opportunity to change his life, would he always maintain such a naive temperament and thus become obscured by the public?

Qiao Wen doesn't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing, but if a person is happy, it shouldn't be a bad thing.

After tossing for the past few days, although he didn't do any physical work, he was also very troubled and worried. Qiao Wen had obviously felt that his body was a little unbearable.

Lin Zihui also noticed that his face was very bad, and he seemed to be tired. He stopped work early that evening and sent the people back.

"Awen, don't think about work anymore when you go back. Get a good night's sleep."

At the gate of the walled city, Lin Zihui sat in the back seat of the car, rolled down the window and said goodbye to Qiao Wen.

Qiao Wen curled his lips and barely showed a tired smile: "You too, go back and take a good rest. It's been really busy these days."

He raised his hand and waved perfunctorily, and turned around to cross the street and enter the walled city.

However, just as he turned around and stepped on his feet, he felt a sudden dizziness, and a large number of stars appeared in front of him, and then the stars were annihilated.

Lin Zihui, who was rolling up the car window to tell the driver to leave, watched the people outside the car fell softly to the ground, and screamed in exclamation. He hurriedly opened the door and got out of the car. Shaking his face shouted loudly: "Awen Awen, what's the matter with you? Don't scare me?"

The driver is an experienced driver. Hearing the movement and getting off the car, he saw his young master panicking and not knowing what to do. He reminded: "Master Hui, don't worry, there are many clinics in the Kowloon Walled City. Let's take it right away."

Lin Zihui reacted and was about to carry people to the opposite walled city when a motorcycle suddenly stopped in front of him, blocking his way.

The man wearing a floral shirt in the car took off his sunglasses, squinted a pair of long narrow eyes, looked at the person on Lin Zihui's back, frowned and asked, "What's wrong with Awen?"

Hearing his tone, Lin Zihui thought it was someone Qiao Wen was familiar with, and hurriedly replied: "I fainted. I have to take him to the clinic immediately. Are you from the walled city? Could you show me a way?"

Needless to say, this flowered shirt is the red stick of Hexing Club, Qin Yunfei. He stepped on the ground and said, "I am Awen’s brother. You can just leave him to me. I will ride in faster, so you don’t have to. Take care of it."

Lin Zihui didn't think much, didn't dare to hesitate, and hurriedly hugged the unconscious person into the front seat of the motorcycle.

Qin Yunfei held the motorcycle handlebar with both hands and embraced Qiao Wen in front of him in his arms. He smiled at the worried Lin Zihui: "Don't worry, Awen has always been weak and fainting is not a big deal. I will send him to the clinic."

Lin Zihui nodded: "Then I will trouble you."

However, Qin Yunfei curled the corner of his lips and started the motorcycle to get into the opposite walled city.

Lin Zihui sighed and returned to the car after watching the motorcycle slowly disappear.

And Qin Yunfei in this car, after his motorcycle entered the narrow alley of the city, lowered his head slightly, took a deep breath in the side of the unconscious Qiao Wen's ear, and revealed a happy smile: "Little thing, you are in my hands today. NS."

The author has something to say: Anan: Qin Yunfei, one day I will blow your head.