"Now everyone will protest and make trouble today. Ultimately, it is because they are afraid that this factory will be sold. Everyone has been dismissed long ago and has no source of livelihood."

"But everyone should have heard about the current situation of the Ling Group, right? Without reform, the Ling Group will only go bankrupt. This is the reality."

"Does reform mean selling factories? Does it mean laying off old workers like us? Isn't this just killing the donkey?"

Some people in the crowd burst into dissent.

"This uncle said it well!"

"Why should we, the old workers, be sacrificed for reform? This is unfair."

"But the problem is that if everyone only produces without seeking technological innovation and does not adapt to the market, they will inevitably be eliminated. This is an inevitable rule."

"I asked Assistant Li, the job transfer is not to force everyone to leave, but to let everyone learn more skills to adapt to the market and sell our products well."

"This process is indeed painful, but if we feel pain when doing something, it means we are climbing and making progress."

"But as long as the products are sold more, everyone's dividends will be more, right? As long as the profits are more, what reason does Mr. Ling have to sell our southern suburbs factory? Is that right?"

Everyone was still looking at each other and hesitating. When Li Jiaming saw something loose, he ran up excitedly and hurriedly, took Han Muxue's big speaker, patted it, and continued.

"Don't worry, everyone, if you can't accept the transfer, the headquarters will give you double compensation based on your length of service. The headquarters will send special personnel to handle the situation, and Mr. Ling can make arrangements."

"Masters, let them go."

The policeman didn't want the situation to get too ugly, so he continued to persuade.

The leading uncle muttered a few words, glanced sideways at Han Muxue and Li Jiaming on the slope, and had no choice but to compromise.

"follow me."

"Thank you, Uncle Rong."

Li Jiaming happily jumped down first, and then reached out his hand to help Han Muxue slowly go down the slope.

"You can't come in."

The two of them stepped forward happily, but Uncle Rong pointed at Li Jiaming and asked him to retreat behind the big tree with great vigilance. Then he pointed at Han Muxue and waved to her to come forward.

"Girl, come with me."

"okay."

Han Muxue pointed to her nose, then turned to look at the cramped Li Jiaming, telling him not to worry with her eyes, and followed the uncle with peace of mind into the completely shut down factory area.

Along the way, Han Muxue curiously looked at the layout of the entire factory. It was really old. The style of the 1990s came to mind. Even the floor of the factory was an uneven cement floor. Safety production was four times.

The big characters are all painted with red paint, and the two rows of machinery are also very old, but they have been wiped clean and the maintenance work has been done very well. It can be seen that the regular operators take good care of them.

Han Muxue was filled with emotion after seeing this.

They are unwilling to sell this place, not only for this subsistence job, but also for the time they spent in this factory, day after day, year after year, passing away.

The office door still had an old-fashioned lock. Uncle Rong knocked on the door three times, like a spy joint. The person inside opened the safety catch and saw that it was Uncle Rong with a little girl.

"It's settled, let's let him go."

A young man guarding Ling Ziyue was unhappy.

"Dad, don't be fooled, right?"

"They just sent a young girl to fool you, and you believe it?"

Han Muxue rushed in regardless, came to Ling Ziyue's side, looked at his cracked eye sockets, red and swollen lips, touched the wounds here and there, tears fell unsatisfactorily, and opened her mouth to say,

He also swallowed hoarsely.

"How come it's like this? They beat you and you didn't fight back?"

Ling Ziyue smiled gently and slowly raised his tied hands. It was not without difficulty that he touched Han Muxue's tear-soaked cheeks with his straight hands, feeling a little distressed.

"Stop crying, I'm fine."

Han Muxue stood up, feeling a little out of control.

"If you seize, you will seize. Why beat people? You are too barbaric, right??"

Everyone in the room was startled by Han Muxue's sudden yelling.

"What's wrong with hitting him? He wants to sell the factory but he can't!"

It was the prickly-headed young man who came out to make the first move. Han Muxue didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and slapped him with his backhand, which stunned the young man.

"Dad, uh huh...she hit me!"

"Why cry, it's not embarrassing!"

When Uncle Rong saw his son crying, he didn't pay much attention to it. It was indeed their fault to hit someone, and he didn't dare to excuse his son.

"let's go!"

Han Muxue angrily untied Ling Ziyue, supported him and walked out slowly. Before leaving, she didn't forget, turned around angrily and glared at everyone in the room.

Even Uncle Rong, who had always been very popular among the workers, was so struck by this sharp, knife-like look that he felt guilty and dared not raise his head.

"Are you stupid for not fighting back when someone hits you?"

Han Muxue's thin body carried Ling Ziyue, and Ling Ziyue tried hard to stand firm and move forward without relying on her strength.

"I want to close the factory, but the news was leaked in advance."

"Do you feel sorry for them?"

"Please, it's useless to atone for your sins in this way. They won't understand you. As the leader of a company, why are you still so naive?"

"At least, I can feel a little more comfortable."

"Oh, you say you are really contradictory."

"Don't get hurt again in the future. Protect yourself. If you don't think about yourself, you should also think about me and the children, right?"

Ling Ziyue stopped and turned to look at Han Muxue seriously.

Han Muxue stuttered a little when she looked at his hot eyes staring at her.

"You, why are you looking at me like that?"

"okay, I get it."

Only then did he retract his blazing eyes with satisfaction, smile at the corner of his mouth, and put his heavy arm completely on Han Muxue's shoulders as if he was relieved.

No matter how strong Han Muxue was, her left shoulder collapsed because she was unprepared.

"Why are your arms so heavy?"

She held Ling Ziyue's waist, frowning and complaining.

"Aren't you very strong? You can't bear it?"

Ling Ziyue still smiled, with a smile in his voice, very cheerful and sweet.

Han Muxue didn't answer, just muttered silently.

"I've been beaten up like this. I don't know what's so funny."

"My wife risked her own life to save me, and she is so powerful. Can't I be happy?"

Ling Ziyue was very proud.

"Well, yes, to be your wife, I need to be able to fight, manage a company, invest, and now I also need to be able to appease people. It's too difficult. Please hire someone else."
Chapter completed!