noffsinger Chapter 1113 What's it like to have two tigresses in your house?
Chapter 1113 What's it like to have two tigresses in your house?
At this moment, the soldiers brought Wang Lijun over. One soldier ran up to Da Bao and tried to salute him, handing him a notebook with both hands.
Da Bao took it and whispered something to Da Chang Lian. Da Chang Lian nodded and discussed it with Wang Qiu Ju. Wang Qiu Ju clenched her fists excitedly. This job was great! It was just criticizing people, wasn't it? She felt excited just thinking about it.
Wang Qiuju stepped forward. She was a bit reckless, but not stupid. After returning home yesterday, she discussed it with her parents for half the night. Don't be fooled by her mother's domineering nature.
But you have to admit, someone who can rant for two hours without repeating a single word must have a fast reaction time, so wait until Wang Qiuju recounts the whole story from beginning to end.
Li Jingxian immediately understood—wasn't this just using her daughter as a pawn? They were going too far! She was about to go to the central working group to reason with them when her husband grabbed her arm.
Her husband was named Wang Qiugen, a native of Fujian. He used to run a small business, owning a general store. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, when public-private partnerships were implemented, this guy knew exactly what was going on. He bypassed the public-private partnerships and handed the general store over to the state.
His status as a small business owner was instantly cleared, and the government did not let him down, appointing him as the director of the newly established industrial and commercial bureau and arranging jobs for his family members.
Many people used to laugh at him and ridicule him, but when the country gradually abolished the joint public-private partnership and replaced it with state ownership, these gossipers disappeared.
No matter the era, those who dare to be the first to try something new always reap the rewards, and Wang Qiugen is such a person.
After listening to his daughter and wife's analysis, he stood up, turned around a few times, and then spoke to the mother and daughter.
"Wife, you're right. It's because of this movement that our daughter was able to become the director."
"Dad, you can't use my daughter as a pawn! Isn't that bullying?"
Wang Qiugen sneered.
"What do you think that is? They are the central working group. Do you think anyone can just become a pawn? Being a pawn for the central working group is the greatest honor, proving that my daughter is capable."
His words made Li Jingxian and Wang Qiuju feel better; what he said was absolutely right, and upon closer examination, it made perfect sense.
"Dad, what do you think our daughter should do?"
Wang Qiugen paced around a few times, then thought for a moment.
"In line with the situation, the province and city are now issuing documents requiring self-examination and self-correction, and whistleblowing. We should either not do it at all, or we should do it in a grand and spectacular way."
Qiuju, this time you must have no scruples. Once you've identified someone, criticize them fiercely, even physically. Didn't the work group leader say that this time we must not only touch their souls, but also their flesh?
Wang Qiuju asked blankly.
"What do you mean?"
Wang Qiugen chuckled, turned around, took out a small bundle from the chest and opened it. Inside was a wide cowhide belt, which he handed to Wang Qiuju.
Wang Qiuju took it and scratched her head.
"Dad, I usually tie my pants with a rope, not a belt."
Wang Qiugen swayed with anger, thinking to himself, "How could I, Wang Qiugen, who has been so clever all my life, have given birth to such a stupid thing?" But he dared not say it aloud, for the fighting power of his two tigresses was invincible and unmatched.
He spoke patiently.
"This isn't for you to fasten your pants; it's for you to use to whip people. When you're criticizing someone, if you encounter someone whose situation is serious and whose crimes are heinous, you take off your belt and whip them a few times. That's what it means to touch their flesh."
You can't expect a grown woman like you to carry a stick everywhere you go, can you? People who know you'll think you're going to be criticized and denounced, but those who don't will think you're the leader of the Beggars' Sect carrying a dog-beating stick.
Wang Qiuju then understood. She took it and shook it in her hand. You know what, this belt feels really good. If you were to whip someone with this, wouldn't it leave a bloody welt?
For some reason, having this belt in her hand suddenly gave her a lot more confidence.
Wang Qiuju stood directly on the edge of the stage without using a microphone. She glanced at the few female comrades below the stage. These women were all pale and thin, yet they seemed very strong. They looked like they had always done heavy physical labor but were malnourished.
Wang Qiuju is just a show-off; otherwise, she wouldn't have dared to be the first to step onto the stage for a single level of salary as a group leader. Perhaps some people are born for this kind of job, and Wang Qiuju is one of them.
She placed one hand on her hip and pressed it against the belt inside her clothes. The belt seemed to possess a magical power, making her, who was illiterate, speak fluently.
"Workers and women, my name is Wang Qiuju. I am the director of the trade union and the director of the office in our factory. My mother is from Northeast China. People say that my personality is like my mother's. I have nothing to say about it. My mother is also very good."
As the union director, workers are welcome to speak up if they need anything. However, there's one condition: we must do our jobs properly. No shirking or cheating.
Today is the first day of the "Four Cleanups and Five Antis" campaign at our heavy machinery factory. I'd like to ask my female comrades first: has anyone ever bullied or oppressed you?
There were more than a hundred women sitting in the audience. They were also workers at the heavy machinery factory. The work at the heavy machinery factory involved dealing with iron blocks, which was difficult even for men, let alone women. However, it was a formal job after all, and the women gritted their teeth and persevered. They were used to it anyway.
Wang Qiuju asked again, and the workers all looked at the women. The women looked at each other, none of them knowing what the newly appointed union director meant.
Wang Qiuju got a little anxious. She jumped off the stage and found a pretty woman in her twenties in the crowd. The woman looked a little haggard, with some handprints on her face and red, swollen eyes, clearly having been crying.
Wang Qiuju grabbed her hand and said urgently.
"Hello, little sister. I know you must have a lot of grievances. Can you tell me about them? I will definitely stand up for you."
The woman was startled; she panicked and tried to break free from Wang Qiuju.
At that moment, not far from the woman, a man in his thirties jumped up. He hurriedly squeezed through the crowd and said to Wang Qiuju with some annoyance.
"Director Wang, Xiao Qiu works in our workshop. Our workshop will handle any problems she encounters; the union doesn't need to worry about it."
The woman became even more frightened upon seeing him and desperately tried to break free from Wang Qiuju's grasp.
Da Bao and Da Chang Lian, who were both on stage, were seriously watching Wang Qiuju in order to cultivate her. Now, seeing this situation, based on their experience, they knew at a glance that something was definitely going on.
Although Wang Qiuju didn't realize it, she was impulsive and hated being interrupted. Without thinking twice, she pushed the man, who was caught off guard and fell on top of several workers.
The woman's eyes lit up, and she opened her mouth to shout...