Chapter 5 This is not the time to cry

Chapter 5 This is not the time to cry

Chapter 5 This is not the time to cry

By dissuading the Nanbu Dong faction, An Rushong seemed to have become the leader of the toy factory. No matter what the workers were thinking or what they thought about the future of the factory, at least in their eyes, although An Rushong was young, he was a man who could handle things, and such people had a certain prestige.

After coaxing the workers gathered in the yard to leave, An Rusong glanced at Jiang Xiuyuan who was still reluctant to leave, walked over with a smile, held her warm little hand, squeezed it gently, and whispered, "The factory will definitely not be able to start work today. I'll treat you to lunch later, how about that?"

In Jiang Xiuyuan's eyes, An Rusong was never such an active person, so she was embarrassed again. But even so, she did not pull her hand back, but let him hold it and nodded shyly.

While the other person was nodding, An Rusong's eyes slid down from the side of her face, along her slender neck, to the rather sexy neck, and then slid down to the large chest exposed outside the vest.
It's such a pity that this girl is not only from a poor family, but also has a small chest. Even though the black shoulder vest is tight-fitting and has a large round neckline that is revealing enough, there is no scene that is inappropriate for children.

An Rushong quickly turned his gaze away in disappointment, but he thought to himself that this girl must be inexperienced and lacked the care of a man. Well, perhaps the task of making her plump should fall on him.

Alas, there is no way, there is still a long way to go!
After whispering a few more words to the girl, An Rushong turned and walked towards the office building, crossed the corridor, and went to the office where Sun Manzhu had been before.

The door of the office was open. The space inside the room was not large, about a dozen square meters at most. In addition to a desk and two sofas, there were some packing boxes, vinyl dolls and other things piled up messily around. At first glance, it didn't look like an office at all, but rather like a small warehouse.

At this moment, Sun Manzhu was sitting on a sofa.

This usually proud woman seemed to be in despair. She lay on the sofa in a very indecent posture. The hem of her tight skirt rolled up on her legs, exposing a large area of ​​snow-white skin above her knees.

Not only that, there was a strong smell of cigarette in the air. When I looked closely, I found that the woman was holding a cigarette in her hand. In my previous life's memory, there seemed to be no footage of this woman smoking.

Come to think of it, anyone would have a mental breakdown after experiencing such a big change. Just a few days ago, this woman was living a life of ease and comfort. Although her family was not rich, they were definitely middle class.

But overnight, her father who used to protect her from the wind and rain was gone, and she was left with a huge debt of loan sharks, so that she had to accept the humiliation of those gangsters.

The most important thing is that she can't see where her future lies. After all, a debt of 20 billion won is not something that a woman in her early twenties can pay off.

Where could she find 20 billion won in more than three months? If she couldn't pay it back on time, how would the gangsters treat her? Would they send her to the Philippines to sell her body, as Zhao Chenghao threatened, or send her to Vietnam to be dissected and sold for her organs?
The reality is, no matter what the outcome is, it is a nightmare for her, a nightmare she cannot wake up from.

Instead of trying to persuade this desperate woman, An Rushong thought it would be better to let her be desperate for a while longer. Otherwise, with her proud character, how could she possibly obey him and do what he said?
An Rushong is not a kind-hearted person. The reason why he took the risk to intervene in the crisis in the factory today was to take the opportunity to control the toy factory. Perhaps, he could also control Sun Manzhu who had always looked down on him in the past.

Walking to another sofa next to Sun Manzhu, An Rusong sat down unceremoniously, and said casually: "Are you interested in a good talk? For example, let's talk about the president's debt. I have worked here for five years, and I have some understanding of what kind of person the president is. I don't believe he would borrow usury for no reason."

Sun Manzhu was obviously completely upset. She didn't say a word, just lay on the sofa, covering her face with one hand, as if she was asleep.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk," An Rusong said to himself, "but the factory's production can't stop, otherwise everyone will feel uneasy. I know this is a special period, but the more special the period, the more we need to stabilize people's hearts. The salary issue can be postponed for a few days, but the factory's production can't stop, and the machines can't be left cold, otherwise, something will definitely go wrong."

Sun Manzhu still didn't say anything, but her weaker body began to tremble, and it was obvious that she was sobbing secretly.

"The factory is facing another difficulty at present, that is, the export route to Japan has been cut off, and if the factory's products are placed in China, they will not have any competitiveness and will probably not be able to open up sales channels. Therefore, my idea is that the factory must switch production in the next period of time." An Rusong did not care whether the other party responded or not, he was just talking to himself. "It just so happens that I have an idea recently and I am ready to try it out, but the production of new products will definitely require some funds, and I need to know how much money is left in the factory's account."

This time, Sun Manzhu finally responded. She put down the hand that was blocking her face and gathered the hair on her face. Then, her pretty face with tears in her eyes was revealed. Her unconcealable haggardness was heartbreaking.

But An Rushong had no intention of showing any sympathy to this woman. On the contrary, seeing this woman who had always been proud in his memory so haggard after being hit by this accident, he felt a different kind of pleasure in his heart.

Look at this face, which still gives people a cool and elegant feeling even though it is haggard. An Rushong does not want to protect her, but only wants to ridicule her and make her kneel on the ground and look up at him.

"However, I must point out in advance that this new product was designed by me, so its practical patent rights and design patent rights all belong to me. I will find a lawyer to submit a patent application to KIPO. Of course, I will authorize the factory to use the patent free of charge." An Rushong continued.

Sun Manzhu raised her hand and rubbed it across her face to wipe away the tears on her cheeks. Then, she asked in a questioning and somewhat sarcastic tone: "Your design? For someone who didn't even finish six years of elementary school, are you sure your design can be sold?"

Haha, what an arrogant woman who doesn't know how to be grateful!
An Rusong sneered in his heart, but said without showing any weakness: "Yes, I did not even finish the sixth grade of elementary school, but Miss Sun has the background of a graduate of Ewha Womans University."

Shrugging, "But so what? Just now in the corridor, facing those people from the Southern Cave Sect, your knowledge didn't seem to help you at all. What helped you get out of trouble temporarily, not being raped by gangsters, not having to become a prostitute to pay off your debts, seemed to be the pitiful little bit of a sixth grader."

Before he could finish his words, Sun Manzhu suddenly jumped up from the sofa as if she had gone crazy, waving one hand and slapping him in the face.

An Rusong was a strong worker after all, so how could he let a weak woman slap him so easily? He really disdained to hit women, but if a woman wanted to hit him, he would not quietly give up his face.

He flipped his hand and grasped the woman's wrist firmly. Then, he twisted it a little bit. Sun Manzhu, who suddenly went crazy, turned around in pain and faced away from An Rushong.

"Get out! Get out! I don't want a despicable guy like you to have pity!" Even though she was twisted so hard that she couldn't turn around, Sun Manzhu still refused to settle down. She struggled and screamed in a shrill voice, "None of you need to care about me, especially you, you lowly Jiang Yuan Daoist!"

An Rusong was originally from Gangwon Province, but when the woman said "Gangwon-do people", the pronunciation of "Jiang" changed a little, turning the original "Gangwon-do people" into "potato", which is a derogatory term used by Seoul people to refer to migrant workers from poor areas of Gangwon Province, equivalent to calling the other party "country bumpkin".

An Rusong squeezed her arm with a little force, causing Sun Manzhu to scream in pain again. He then said in a cold tone: "Ms. Sun Manzhu, I have to remind you that you are an adult and need to be responsible for what you say. Most importantly, your father, the chairman of our factory, is no longer with us."

"In the past, you could show your temper to him, you could say whatever you wanted to him, and he would tolerate you and tolerate your outrageous things. But now, for you, there is no such person in the world anymore, you have to be responsible for yourself."

Letting go of the woman's hand, An Rushong stood up from the sofa. He pulled the woman's shoulders, forced her to face him, and continued, "Now, tell me, do you really not need the help of a 'potato' who didn't even finish sixth grade? I can tell you responsibly that as long as I leave here and tell everyone in the factory that I resign, no workers in the factory will stay. Without these workers, believe it or not, Zhao Chenghao will come again tomorrow, but by then there will definitely be no one to help you."

I don’t know if she was frightened or if something An Rushong said touched her nerves, but Sun Manzhu stopped struggling and making a fuss. She stood there in a daze, and after a moment, she suddenly burst into tears.

Not in the mood to listen to a woman crying, An Rushong pinched her chin and shook her head vigorously, forcing her to look into his eyes. Then, he pretended to be experienced and said in a deep tone: "Now is not the time for you to cry. Remember, life is not always hardship, but most of the time, it is more devastating than hardship. If you are not mentally prepared for this, you'd better die early."

(End of this chapter)