Rebirth of Bloody Romance

The sunlight is like a golden thread, passing through the half-closed curtains, casting soft and warm light on Guan Yonghui's slightly old desk. This desk bears the traces of time, and every scratch is like a forgotten story.

At this moment, there is a cup of freshly brewed tea on the table, steaming and with the aroma of tea rising up like a light dancer dancing in the air.

Guan Yonghui sat quietly behind the large desk, looking somewhat solemn. Between his slightly furrowed brows, there was a hint of barely perceptible worry, like a tiny ripple on a calm lake.

Speaking of Guan Yonghui's factory, in order for its products to meet standards and be exported to overseas markets, the key task of spectral analysis was entrusted to Zhong Yuemin.

Prior to this, Guan Yonghui had humbly consulted Zhong Yuemin on the development trend of the printing and dyeing industry and other issues many times. It is no exaggeration to say that it is not an exaggeration to call Zhong Yuemin his "half teacher" in this field. Although Li He is younger than Guan Yonghui, Guan Yonghui sincerely admires Li He's professional ability and profound attainments.

Whenever talking about the future prospects of the printing and dyeing industry, Zhong Yuemin is always able to express refreshing insights with his unique perspective and profound insight.

Even though there is a certain age gap between the two, Zhong Yuemin's in-depth understanding of the printing and dyeing industry and his forward-looking way of thinking make Guan Yonghui full of respect for him.

After each communication with Zhong Yuemin, Guan Yonghui feels that he has benefited a lot, as if he has found a guiding light on the confusing road.

At this moment, there was a light knock on the door, interrupting Guan Yonghui's thoughts. "Come in."

"Director Guan, you're looking for me." The door was gently pushed open, and Wang Cuihua walked in with light steps, her voice carrying a hint of excitement and anticipation that was difficult to conceal. This was the first time she had been summoned by the director alone since she entered the printing and dyeing factory, and her heart was already beating wildly.

Wang Cuihua's eyes unconsciously fell on the cup of steaming tea, and she secretly wondered the purpose of this meeting. Was it because her work performance was recognized by the factory director? Or... She didn't dare to think any further.

"Wang Cuihua!" Zhong Yuemin's eyes widened with anger, and he gritted his teeth as he squeezed out the name. When he thought of the manure all over the floor of the house, the disgusting smell seemed to enter his nose again. He was so angry that he trembled all over, and his heart was burning with anger. He wished he could tear the tendons and skin the hateful woman in front of him.

Hearing someone calling her name, Wang Cuihua subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice. When she saw that the person was Zhong Yuemin, her heart skipped a beat and she immediately panicked.

Oh my god! Isn't this my former landlord? I didn't notice him when I entered the house just now. Now I'm in trouble.

But now that things have come to this, she can only bite the bullet and pretend. So, Wang Cuihua forced herself to calm down, pretending to be confused and said, "Who are you? I don't know you, how do you know my name? What is your purpose?"

Zhong Yuemin was furious when he heard this. He stood up and pointed at Wang Cuihua and cursed, "You stinky woman, you dare to play dumb with me! You made my house look so horrible, how can I not come to settle the score with you? Now you dare to pretend that you don't know me, do you want me to help you remember it?"

As he spoke, Zhong Yuemin rolled up his sleeves and made a gesture as if he was about to hit someone.

Wang Cuihua's face turned pale when she heard this. She never expected to meet her former landlord Zhong Yuemin here, and she never expected that he would come to her house because of that matter. She was flustered, but she still pretended to be calm and tried to hide her uneasiness with words.

"What are you talking about? I don't understand. Did you recognize the wrong person? I don't know you at all, and I have never been to the house you mentioned." Wang Cuihua's voice trembled a little, but she was still trying to stay calm.

Zhong Yuemin was even more furious when he saw her pretending to be so. He sneered. "Wrong person? Do you think I won't recognize you if you move to another place? I remember your face clearly, and you messed up my house like that, do you think I would forget it?"

As he said this, Zhong Yuemin was about to step forward and pull Wang Cuihua to teach her a lesson. But Wang Cuihua dodged flexibly, because she knew she couldn't get entangled with Zhong Yuemin here, otherwise her reputation would be ruined if she was discovered by others.

"You, don't mess around! This is the factory director's office. If you dare to take action here, Director Guan will not let you go!" Wang Cuihua dodged and shouted loudly, trying to threaten Zhong Yuemin with the factory director.

Guan Yonghui's brows were still furrowed. He looked at Wang Cuihua sharply, with a hint of majesty in his tone. "Wang Cuihua, do you have anything to explain?"

When Wang Cuihua heard this, tears immediately rolled down her cheeks. She sobbed and said, "Director Guan, you have to make the decision for me. You are the director, you can't let outsiders bully our factory workers."

As she spoke, Wang Cuihua inadvertently glanced at Zhong Yuemin, with a hint of pride and provocation in her eyes.

In the factory, for the sake of unity and stability, the rules are often inclined to "help relatives instead of others". Wang Cuihua knew this very well, so she felt that she had nothing to fear. No matter how powerful Zhong Yuemin was, he could not do anything to her in the factory.

Guan Yonghui looked at Wang Cuihua's tearful appearance and sighed inwardly. He knew that this matter would be difficult to handle. "You destroyed someone else's house, isn't that true?"

Wang Cuihua nodded, but then said aggrievedly, "I was also very angry. This landlord is rich but unkind. I just want to tell him that where there is oppression, there is resistance."

Zhong Yuemin was so angry when he heard this that he almost laughed. "Fuck! Do you think you are right?"

However, Wang Cuihua seemed not to hear anything. She turned her neck and ignored Zhong Yuemin completely. She just looked at Guan Yonghui with tears in her eyes, as if to say, "Look, I was forced to do this."

Guan Yonghui gave Wang Cuihua a very clear instruction with a serious expression. "Since this matter has been confirmed to be a fact, you should know what to do next. You must give corresponding compensation for the losses caused, there is no doubt about that. In addition, you have owed them rent for a whole six months, and you must pay them back every penny of this money."

After hearing this, Wang Cuihua panicked. She was anxious to speak up to defend herself. "Director Guan..."

However, Wang Cuihua was interrupted by Guan Yonghui's ruthless hand wave before she could finish her words. Guan Yonghui said indifferently, "From now on, you should take a good rest for a while. When you can come back to work depends on the situation of Mr. Zhong. You will have the opportunity to return to work only after Mr. Zhong's house is completely cleaned up and he is satisfied with your handling results."

Wang Cuihua's eyes widened in disbelief. You know, in the past, when other employees in the factory encountered similar problems, Director Guan would stand up to protect them without hesitation and try his best to help them solve the difficulties.

But now, when it came to me, why was it that Director Guan not only did not help me, but instead just left me to be dealt with at will by the other party?

When Wang Cuihua thought about the meaning of the word "rest", she felt like the sky was about to fall. Although she was only allowed to rest, not suspended or fired directly, this so-called "rest" actually meant that she would not have any source of income during this period!

When she thought of this, Wang Cuihua could no longer hold back the grievance and despair in her heart, and her tears burst out like a flood. This time it was not fake crying, but real crying of heartbreak.

Guan Yonghui turned to look at Zhong Yuemin and asked, "Teacher Zhong, do you think this will work?"

Zhong Yuemin really didn't want to see her. He would feel more at peace if he couldn't see her. He frowned and shouted impatiently, "Fix the doors and windows for me, and clean up the room. Also, pay me the half-year rent you owe me!"

Guan Yonghui, who was standing by, saw Wang Cuihua still crying non-stop, and he secretly complained in his heart. What will happen if she keeps crying like this? Who knows what others will think when she leaves this room later.

So, Guan Yonghui couldn't help but yelled, "Enough, stop crying! If you really want to cry, then go back home and cry as much as you want, don't be an eyesore here!"

Wang Cuihua was obviously frightened by Guan Yonghui's sudden scolding, and her sobbing stopped abruptly. She raised her head timidly, her eyes full of grievance and unwillingness. When she turned and walked towards the door, she kept looking back, hoping that Guan Yonghui would suddenly change his mind and take back what he had just said.

However, Guan Yonghui showed no sign of softening his heart. He stared at Wang Cuihua with a stern face and said coldly again, "Wang Cuihua, please leave quickly! Do you really need me to send you out personally?"

Zhong Yuemin, who was standing aside and watching coldly, couldn't help but be secretly amazed at this moment. He was truly amazed at Wang Cuihua's superb performance skills.

Look at this person's ability to cry whenever she wants to. In just a blink of an eye, tears flow out like a flood bursting through a dam; and when she doesn't want to cry anymore, she can stop at any time, as if the surging tears had never appeared at all.

Tsk, tsk, tsk! If such amazing acting skills could be used in the right way, maybe he could really become an outstanding actor in the future!

Zhong Yuemin was about to say goodbye and leave when a hurried knock on the door interrupted him.

The door was pushed open, and a worker hurried in and said to Guan Yonghui nervously, "Director, that machine is broken again."

Guan Yonghui frowned when he heard this and asked unhappily, "Didn't we ask a technician to come? Why hasn't it been fixed yet?"

The worker replied, "He's on a business trip. He probably won't be back for about a week."

After hearing this, Guan Yonghui stomped a few steps in annoyance, obviously feeling very troubled by this machine that frequently malfunctioned.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on Zhong Yuemin, as if he saw a glimmer of hope. With a try-it-out attitude, he said to Zhong Yuemin, "Teacher Zhong, are you familiar with the dyeing and finishing machine? This is an imported piece of equipment we have used for only a year, and it keeps going on strike every other day, which makes us very angry."

Zhong Yuemin looked at Guan Yonghui's anxious eyes. Although he was not particularly familiar with dyeing and finishing machines, since Guan Yonghui had already asked, he could not refuse. Although he had never worked as a machine repairman in this life, he had some knowledge of machinery in his previous life.

"Okay, I'll give it a try. But you have to take me to see the machine first and understand the details."

Guan Yonghui's face lit up when he heard this. He quickly stood up and led Zhong Yuemin to the workshop.

"Factory, we checked and it might be the pressure roller that's broken. But the pressure rollers are all imported, so we still have to ask the manufacturer to replace them," an older master said to Guan Yonghui.

"understood"

After listening to the master's diagnosis, Guan Yonghui frowned slightly, then turned to look at Zhong Yuemin with a hint of expectation in his eyes. "Teacher Zhong, take a look. Let me know if you need any tools."

The workers around turned their eyes to Zhong Yuemin, full of doubts and curiosity. Can this young and gentle man really solve this difficult machine failure?

Zhong Yuemin felt the gazes of the people around him, but he didn't care. He walked around the machine tool first, then walked calmly to the master and said with a smile, "Master, can you lend me your knife?"

The old master squinted his eyes as he handed the knife to Zhong Yuemin, and at the same time he took a special look at Zhong Yuemin's hands. Those hands looked slender and delicate, more like a pair of women's hands, completely different from his own hands that were covered with thick calluses and experienced vicissitudes of life.

The old master couldn't help feeling a little dissatisfied, but he still endured it. After all, Factory Director Guan Yonghui was here, and he couldn't lose his temper.

Guan Yonghui watched Zhong Yuemin take the knife with a hint of doubt in his heart. After all, Zhong Yuemin did not look like an experienced technician, and his hands were very different from the rough and powerful hands of a fitter in people's impression.

Zhong Yuemin took the knife and walked to the malfunctioning dyeing and finishing machine, and began to carefully observe the condition of the roller. He first gently touched the surface of the roller with his hand to feel its unevenness and wear. Then, he picked up the knife and began to carefully file the roller.

The people around him were quietly observing Zhong Yuemin's actions, their eyes full of confusion and curiosity. Could this seemingly insignificant young man really solve the problem that had troubled them for so long?

Zhong Yuemin paid no attention to the eyes of the people around him. He was fully focused on his work. Although his hands looked slender, his movements were extremely skillful and powerful. While filing the roller, he stopped from time to time to check the flatness of its surface.

After a period of hard work, Zhong Yuemin finally finished repairing the roller. He put down the knife in his hand and looked at his work with satisfaction.

Then, he turned to Guan Yonghui and said, "Director Guan, I have already repaired the roller, but I just let the machine run normally. The dyed fabric has not been solved yet, so I need to turn on the machine to take a look."