The large iron gate of the Hongyun Clothing Factory was locked tight, and a large crowd blocked the entrance.
One of them recognized Du Liya and shouted, "You’re Du Liya, the owner’s wife from the Hongyun Clothing Factory, aren’t you? Hongyun owes us over ten thousand yuan for fabric! It’s been three months, and we still haven’t been paid!"
"They owe us for buttons, too."
"And for our zippers!"
The clamor gave Du Liya a splitting headache. Finally, Zheng Duo waved his hand and said, "Everyone, please quiet down. What exactly is going on? Can one person co forward as a representative and explain?"
Soone in the crowd muttered, "There’s so many of you. Don’t tell you’re also here to collect a debt from Hongyun?"
Eventually, one person did step forward. It was the man who had recognized Du Liya earlier—a man in his forties nad Li Weiguo.
Li Weiguo said, "We’ve been long-ti suppliers for the Hongyun Clothing Factory, and there’s never been a problem. But things went wrong starting this year. Paynts were supposed to be settled at the end of each month, but now it’s been almost four months without a single settlent. We and the other suppliers have been left with no choice. We’ve co to collect several tis. I even went and cornered Shen Zhengfeng at the paint factory last ti. He promised everything would be fine, that he’d pay at the end of the month, but we still haven’t seen a trace of the money. You’re Mrs. Shen. We can’t find Shen Zhengfeng, so we can only co looking for you!"
"But I’m not Mrs. Shen anymore," Du Liya said.
The crowd was taken aback.
Zheng Duo spoke up again. "Here’s the situation. This factory is now in my nephew, Shen Yi’s, na. We’re here today to handle the official handover. How about this: give us a little more ti. Once we’ve taken over the factory and assessed the details, we’ll resolve this for everyone as quickly as possible. Is that acceptable?"
"No way! What if you’re just like Shen Zhengfeng and disappear without a trace? What are we supposed to do then?!"
"Exactly! That’s a huge amount of money. If we can’t get it back, our own factories might go under!"
Just then, Shen Yi stepped forward. "I’m Shen Yi," he said. "I’m a student at North City University. Shen Zhengfeng gave this factory when he disowned . How about this: whoever is owed the most money can stay and co with us to take possession of the factory. Everyone else can either wait out here for a little while or go ho for now and leave your contact information. Once we’ve taken over, we will contact you. What do you think?"
Zheng Duo added, "After all, everyone swarming in right now won’t solve a thing."
Just then, a woman in the crowd suddenly shouted, "That Shen Zhengfeng is a real piece of work! Abandoning his wife and child, running the factory into the ground, and owing all of us money... It’s just outrageous!"
The crowd had initially directed their anger at Du Liya and Shen Yi. But now they heard that the mother and son had been abandoned by Shen Zhengfeng, who had dumped this disastrous factory on them—all under the guise of a payout to sever their father-son relationship?
How shaless could he be!
In an instant, a torrent of curses erupted from the crowd, all of them aid at Shen Zhengfeng.
Only Shen Yi, upon hearing that familiar female voice, felt the corners of his mouth lift into a slight smile, which he quickly tried to suppress.
’That’s Qin Jiao.’
Once the cursing died down a little, the crowd agreed to Shen Yi’s proposal. Li Weiguo would go inside with them as the representative. Those with urgent business could leave their contact information and go, while those who weren’t in a hurry would wait by the main gate.
Then ca the second problem.
The gate was locked, secured by a hefty padlock.
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