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Chapter 63 The First Sister of the 60s Art Troupe (2)

The Zhaoyang Garment Factory in the north of Kyoto has a huge area. It is far ahead of its peers in terms of scale and sales volume every quarter, and it is the only manufacturer of certain cloth labor protection products designated by many units.

Although Zhaoyang Garment Factory is named as a garment factory, it actually includes textile printing and dyeing. It can be said that apart from the fact that the raw materials are purchased from all over the country, every step from spinning to finished products does not need the assistance of other units. It can be completed independently, and there is a set of quite strict requirements and standards.

There are more than [-] workshops in the factory, with a small number of [-] employees. As a workshop director, Song's father is in charge of more than a hundred people, and his level is almost comparable to that of the director of a small factory!

So they lived in the family courtyard of cadres. They were divided into beautiful red brick houses on the second floor, with a small courtyard behind them.

It was the evening of early summer, and the weather was neither too hot nor too cold, perfect for gardening. Many family members talked and laughed through the fence.

Seeing Song Huiye and Song Ruoyun coming out of the house one after another, everyone's voices paused, and then they pointed at people, their voices were not too loud:

"Song Ruoyun has been narrow-minded since she was a girl. If she wants to do something, she doesn't do it herself, and she specifically instructs others. But my girl is stupid. She was used as a gun, and she was so happy. I don't know if she was forced What ecstasy soup..."

"Isn't it? Look at how good her grades are when she goes to school, but the girls who are close to her can only play with her. The grades are really messed up! Maybe she is afraid that others will surpass her, so she deliberately hooks up with others to play ..."

"Pushing the daughter back from the Song family down the second floor, she is really capable of doing it! She is so young and has such a vicious heart!"

"I don't think her grades are very good. If her grades are good, can she go to college, sit in an office, and have to dance in an art troupe? Is that where serious children like us go?"

"It makes sense. Our factory recommends university places, which are won by the children with their real talents and learning. They are not copied from small fights at school..."

Song Huiye walked very slowly at the moment, and it seemed that his inner indignation had been vented.

My little sister was pushed downstairs by the woman who occupied the magpie's nest, but my parents were still reluctant to let her be punished, so let her hear how others judge her!

Song Ruoyun raised her voice and said flatly: "Song Huiye, if you have short legs and walk slowly, you should ride a bicycle first. When you get down like this, the staff will be off work."

Song Huiye turned to stare at her, "It's the first time I realize how thick-skinned you are."

After hearing those words, shouldn't she be ashamed to be a human being?
But there was no expression on her face, as if she couldn't wait to break up with the Song family.

Song Ruoyun twitched the corners of her lips, "It's a big step forward for you, a single-celled creature, to have made this discovery!"

Song Huiye was so angry that he once again kicked up the standard short legs of the Song family, and strode forward, wanting to fly.

With her hands in her pockets, Song Ruoyun walked leisurely with her long legs, walking in a leisurely manner, but followed closely behind him.

Whenever Song Huiye was afraid that she would run away halfway, he turned his head to look at her, and felt that she was not very aggressive, but very insulting!
Zhaoyang Garment Factory is almost equivalent to a small town with complete facilities. There is no need for a factory gate, and everything is solved in the factory area.

Song Ruoyun just passed her [-]th birthday, and she is an adult with complete documents, so she can be transferred to the unit's collective account.

With an acquaintance from the Song family leading the matter, Song Ruoyun changed her name to Xia Zhaoyun directly, instead of using Zhang's surname.

Coming out of the office building, Xia Zhaoyun didn't even look at Song Huiye. She took her own information and walked to the small building next to her.

Song Huiye rushed out on his bicycle, leaving only a sentence between gnashing teeth: "You can do it yourself!"

"Hello, comrade, I would like to advance half a month's salary," Xia Zhaoyun said, pursing her lips, and handed over the information: "By the way, change your personal information."

The lesbian at the door raised her eyelids and continued to lower her head to hook the cup sleeves, "I'm sorry, our factory has just paid the wages to the workers, and is in a critical period of production tasks, burning money everywhere, and no approval will be given for other reasons except for old age, sickness and death! "

Xia Zhaoyun glanced at the expressions of other people in the room, most of them were gloating, only a few men couldn't bear to turn their faces away with guilt, and instantly understood.

She has been outstanding in appearance since she was a child, and she performed on stage to congratulate the Chinese New Year when she was three years old.

Song's mother is very strict with her, focusing on both academic performance and literature and art, so that she has been a child of other people's family since she was a child. After graduating from high school, she even joined the factory art troupe. With solid basic skills, Directly as a pillar, the scenery is infinite.

It can be said that no one else in the factory knows or knows who the factory director is, and it is absolutely impossible not to know or know her!
The employees of a group of fraternal units outside Zhaoyang Garment Factory are all familiar with her name.

The public enemy of women, the goddess of men, is referring to the former Song Ruoyun, that is really an untouchable cloud in the sky.

Similarly, for people who lack entertainment in this era and rely exclusively on gossip for spiritual food, the Song family's confession of relatives has long been rumored, and there are so many people secretly poking and waiting to see her jokes.

Just now Song Huiye deliberately raised his voice and said that he would take her account out, and half of the people upstairs heard it!

Without the Song family as a protective umbrella, wouldn't she be a poor little girl who could be stepped on by anyone?
Xia Zhaoyun said flatly: "I advance my salary just to see a doctor. Did comrades say that I should see a doctor first, and then advance my salary after I get the case?"

"You know and still ask me?" The lesbian snorted, "If everyone has no rules like you, wouldn't our factory be in chaos?"

Xia Zhaoyun nodded, "Okay, then I'd like to ask the director of the finance department, when will the hard-working employees not even be able to pay in advance half a month's salary?"

"Is someone holding a chicken feather as an arrow, or is someone deliberately making things difficult for colleagues and avenging private revenge?"

"Don't talk about the rules with me, so as not to cause trouble and make everyone look bad!"

"Anyway, I'm not afraid of wearing shoes with bare feet now."

There was no panic or cowardice on her face, her chin was raised slightly, like Miss Song Jiajiao who was spoiled by others.

Those straightforward and unequivocal words made everyone's faces turn red.

Rules are dead, but people are alive. They often watch people order dishes, because they each have a small background and know how to measure. As long as they don't make too much noise, they basically don't overturn the car.

However, Xia Zhaoyun didn't follow the usual path, she didn't follow the rules, and just stared at what they had done, as if she was determined to break the pot, and instead of waiting to be put on small shoes and fired by the Song family, she would drag a few backs.

They are all people who are bullying and afraid of hard, and don't like to get into trouble, so naturally they don't want to be victims.

"Oh, little comrade, why don't you feel uncomfortable when you come to my place? Is half a month's salary enough?" The woman eating sunflower seeds at the table next to her immediately stood up with a smile, pulled her over and said in a low voice.

She took out the note and wrote it, and kept telling her: "We can advance half a year's wages at most. I saw you need it urgently, so I let you go through the back door, so don't tell anyone else."

"Otherwise it will affect the production tasks of our factory..."

Xia Zhaoyun hummed, took twenty-five yuan and a few receipts, carefully counted them and put them in her pocket, watching the person correct her personal information.

When she was about to go out, she looked at everyone with a half-smile:

"It's fine if you don't do this earlier, you have to be trampled on the ground, why bother?"

"I'm not the Song family now, and I'm definitely not the target of your casual bullying!"

"People say that they would rather offend a gentleman than a villain, but I, the villain, always believe in the villain's revenge from morning till night."

"After all, I'm the ruthless guy who pushed girls down from the second floor."

people...

It's too irritating, isn't it? Just go out and turn right after finishing your work. Talking so much makes them feel very convincing.

How can they not think about it, before the Song family has completely broken with others, they jumped out in a hurry and stepped on others?
Wherever this little aunt went, she was always hugged, except for being planted in front of Song Zhenbao, where did she suffer?
They decided to see her in the future, and they must hide away!

Coming out of the office building, Xia Zhaoyun took out her hand from behind. There were dense wounds on it, and some small ceramic fragments were firmly embedded in it. From time to time, she would feel sharp pain due to uneven force on her hand.

The blood was like a stream blocked by stones, or like a faucet that was not tightened, flowing slowly and slowly, drop after drop.

There was a rich and sweet smell of rust in the warm air, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, she looked around and headed towards the hospital.

Xia Zhaoyun went to surgery to treat the wound on her hand, and got the injury certificate issued by the chief doctor, which stated that the glass scratched the tendon, which would lead to movement disorders of the finger joints in the future, and she could not use force.

She saw deep sympathy from the eyes of the chief doctor and a bunch of interns.

After all, she is such a beautiful and young girl, her right hand has become a decoration, and even writing with a pen may become a luxury.

Xia Zhaoyun's face remained unchanged, and she continued to go to the Department of Neurology. After a series of examinations, she received a certificate of traumatic neurological deafness in the left ear issued by the deputy director.

She left the hospital with her back straightened, and walked for a long time with her lips tightly pressed, before letting out a long breath, looking at the somewhat sinking sunset, she murmured softly and sadly with such relief: "I bear the notoriety of murdering people." , the right hand and left ear are irreversibly disabled, should it be enough to repay the Song family's kindness in nurturing?"

"How can it be so easy to be the daughter of the Song family?"

The cultural troupe of Zhaoyang Garment Factory is located in the cultural palace on the [-]th floor in the center of the factory area. The condolence performances, rehearsals, and training in the factory on weekdays, as well as the dormitory for single employees in the troupe, are all in this building.

Next to it is the playground, and opposite is the general office building.

By now everyone had finished their meal, the men were clamoring to play ball in jerseys, while the girls from the art troupe went to the bathhouse with basins.

Xia Zhaoyun went against the flow of people, walked into the building with her long legs without looking sideways amid the gossip, pity, relief, disgust and other complex gazes cast by the crowd.

After saying hello to the dormitory auntie and registering, she took the key and took the bedding and other things to climb upstairs.

"Yunyun!" As soon as she opened the door, before she could take a closer look at the situation in the dormitory, she was rushed into her arms.

The things she was carrying also fell to the ground.

The visitor stuck out his tongue embarrassingly, hurriedly picked up the things, and piled them on the only vacant upper bunk near the window.

Then the little girl pulled her to sit down, looked her up and down, her eyes reddened on Xia Zhaoyun's wrapped hands, her swollen cheeks, and her torn lips.

"Why are they so cruel?"

"The co-author is not my own. Eighteen years of love has fed the dog? How can I beat it, and beat it so hard?"

"Yunyun, you are also stupid, why are you just standing there and waiting? You are not afraid that such a flowery little face will be disfigured!"

The little girl felt distressed and regarded her as a porcelain doll, and dared not touch her. While talking angrily, she pursed her mouth and wanted to cry.

Xia Zhaoyun smiled lightly, pulling the wound on the corner of her lips.

Now she stopped trying to show off her power, frowning and screaming, embraced the chattering little girl, and said a little tiredly: "You know me, I wanted to get rid of them a long time ago. This time gave me For good reason, I thought you'd have to buy firecrackers to cheer me up."

As others have said, Xia Zhaoyun has never been a good person. I don't know if it's because she was born cold or influenced by the Song family, but she doesn't bother to manage any relationship that has no profit.

The friends she associates with are at least from the director's family, and there are many sons and girls of the same age as the section chief, minister, and factory director's family.

She is beautiful, knows how to do things, and is used to putting on a show, but the group of young masters are happy to support her.

The only one who has a heart-to-heart relationship without her, Xia Zhaoyun, is He Qingran in front of her, because both of them use clumsy masks to disguise themselves, and they always erect their thorns to protect the only pure land in their hearts.

"But you are too miserable, you don't look like you at all," He Qingran pouted, opened the lunch box and pushed it over, "I know you haven't eaten, so I kept it for you."

Xia Zhaoyun clumsily stuffed food into her mouth with her left hand.

She hadn't felt it just now, but now that she smelled the aroma of rice, she suddenly felt hungry, and she still looked like she was counting rice grains, gobbling it so eagerly that He Qingran laughed and her eyes were red.

"You have a good appetite, you have a big heart to bear the name of murdering a girl," He Qingran began to tease when he couldn't see that people were worried and his tense emotions were relieved just now.

"It's not really about murder. Whoever says what they want can say what they want. I'm a fool and I just listen and believe. I'm serious with those idiots?" Xia Zhaoyun rolled her eyes.

She looks as delicate and beautiful as a country, with exquisite and beautiful features, and her fox eyes are always full of smiles, and even a single white eye can be manipulated by her to seduce people's hearts.

He Qingran was heartbroken, and said in a bad mood: "Fame is a good thing, look at that little girl Huo Sitong, there is a heroic brother who made a heroic sacrifice and robbed the daughter of the owner of the leather shoe factory next door. , did anyone say anything?"

"But what about you? Bai has a beautiful little face, because of your bad reputation, let's see who dares to marry you, a poisonous woman, oh, yes, someone even took the title of villain himself, what villain takes revenge from morning till night, Really capable!"

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