Eighties Sweetheart Wife-Chapter 672: Slapping the Face

Old Mrs. Song slapped her own face, "Sun Jinrong, you’re lucky no one else heard you say what you just did, I’m so frustrated with you.

Who are you throwing a tantrum at this time?

Are we in the wrong for looking for you?

Aren’t you the factory manager? If not you, then whom should we find?

Take a moment and touch your conscience, think about how the family has treated you since you became the factory manager, and look what you’ve done. You have the nerve to yell at us. Where do you get the audacity to speak like that?"

Then she pointed at Sun Jinrong, "Change your clothes quickly, and take us to the warehouse to see how much adhesive is left, and how many finished products there are? Why is there a problem with the adhesive’s bonding strength? Is it the adhesive or the production? If it’s the adhesive, we are going to sue the factory."

Old Mrs. Song was unlike her usual self.

The words she spoke were on the mark.

Sun Jinrong’s complexion, already poor, now looked even worse.

This time, a lot of glue had been brought in.

The workshop director said that according to the current orders, there would be enough to last about two years.

And to sue on top of that?

Wouldn’t that expose the fact that she had accepted benefits from the other party?

While Sun Jinrong was still in a daze, Song Yunuan realized there was something amiss.

Without a doubt, Sun Jinrong must have accepted some kind of benefit from the other side, but she didn’t voice this. Instead, she reminded Sun Jinrong, "Auntie, grandma is asking you to change your clothes quickly."

So Sun Jinrong changed her clothes, still with a troubled expression, and took them to the warehouse.

The mountainous pile of adhesive made Old Mrs. Song’s vision go dark.

This was too much; even she didn’t understand it all that well, but she knew that unless the price was exceptionally low, otherwise why would you buy so much?

Doesn’t adhesive have a shelf life? It does.

Besides, with so much brought in, you’re tying up so much capital. Isn’t that a problem?

The group then went to the workshop, and also to the warehouse with the finished products.

There weren’t many finished products; most were still being processed, supposedly all being supplied to Xiangjiang, and the factory workers were working overtime.

Song Yunuan followed them from the warehouse to the workshop and by the end, she had a fair understanding. To be honest, she really hadn’t been paying extra attention to this factory.

She was letting things take their natural course.

And now was no different.

Song Yunuan, with her hands in her pockets, said leisurely to the troubled Sun Jinrong, "Auntie, just now the workers also reported it, didn’t they? They said this batch of adhesive is of poor quality and much worse than the previous one.

Our factory’s production workshop has good ventilation and suitable temperature. Recently, the climate in Beidu has been very dry. Without testing, it seems very sturdy.

But grandma just tested it by soaking the hair clip in water for a while, and it came off very easily.

Auntie, you saw it too, right?

And in Nan City, it has been raining recently, the air is very humid, so almost all of them have fallen off. Such products can’t withstand use. Take a look at the previous ones, they don’t come off even when soaked in water.

The group has a legal department. Auntie, if you feel embarrassed about suing them, you can let the group’s legal department handle this matter. What do you think?"

Sun Jinrong: ...

Could she really sue?

Wouldn’t the factory manager then reveal the gold jewelry set he had given her?

Sun Jinrong’s eyeballs rolled around.

The gold jewelry set was still in her office. If she didn’t admit it, what else could she do?

Having worked at the unit for so many years, she knew that such matters needed evidence.

You can’t just rely on what you say.

Thus, Sun Jinrong decided to adamantly deny everything.

But who would have thought that Old Meng was even craftier, and Dongfang Hong had a recording function. The bastard had actually made a recording.

It was impossible to fake this; the recorder contained the conversation between Sun Jinrong and the other party.

With irrefutable evidence in the large conference room, that Old Meng, who had been called over for negotiations, looked at Zhilan Group Company’s Chairman Song Liang triumphantly.

"This is your sister-in-law. She took my stuff and then bought my products."

My stuff was so cheap, do you have any idea why?

Taking my things for no reason, don’t you have any clue in your heart?

Old Meng had this to say:

If you want to resolve this matter gracefully, then don’t resort to the law. He would bear part of the loss, and then the entire batch of adhesive could be returned to him.

But he won’t bear more of the loss than he can afford.

As for anything else, it has nothing to do with him.

Otherwise, he will make this recording public.

You, Zhilan Group, might not care about a Sun Jinrong, but Sun Jinrong’s husband is your Song Liang’s own younger brother, who is currently the factory director of a large plant with a thousand workers, and there’s even hope for him to climb higher.

Now Sun Jinrong is his wife, and it is said their son is also a top student, currently studying at university in Hai City.

If you don’t mind ruining Sun Jinrong’s reputation, then go ahead and sue, let the court decide.

He could even claim that he didn’t intend to sell to Zhilan Jewelry Factory at the time, thinking it would be fine if it worked out and no big deal if it didn’t.

Who would have thought that a set of Gold Jewelry could buy him off.

Not taking the money would be foolish.

On this point, he felt he had done nothing wrong.

Let the court judge as it will, he’s willing to assume the legal responsibility.

After such shameless words were said, the entire conference room fell into silence and utter stillness.

Those attending the meeting included members of the Song family as well as several of the Song family’s trusted aides and confidants.

There was also Vice Factory Director Ye, who had just returned from a business trip.

His face looked terrible.

Such a significant incident had happened while he was away, and Factory Director Sun hadn’t even given him a single call. It was Little Nuan who told him over the phone.

So, sitting there, Vice Factory Director Ye couldn’t possibly say a word in support of Sun Jinrong.

Sun Jinrong’s face was deathly pale.

When she heard the recording, she fell into a state of extreme panic and unease.

It was as if she had been stripped of her clothes in front of everyone.

She was filled with hate, embarrassment, irritation, and regret.

She wasn’t someone in need of Gold Jewelry.

She had plenty of Gold Jewelry.

Just in gold bangles alone, she had dozens.

But she had been tempted.

She thought it was just a matter of taking advantage when the opportunity arose; who would have thought that damn old thing would secretly record her.

This made it impossible for her to even try to dispute it.

Sun Jinrong slumped in her chair, her entire body was soaked with sweat.

She didn’t even dare to look up at anyone present.

Especially that Vice Factory Director Ye, whose gaze was like a blade.

From his eyes, Sun Jinrong even perceived mockery and contempt.

Song Yunuan didn’t speak.

After all, Song Liang was now the chairman.

Old Mrs. Song and Old Man Song were present.

Xia Xinshan was currently in charge of Zhilan Group’s entire logistics, and Ma Cuifen was responsible for procurement.

However, to avoid conflict of interest, these two did not attend.

But just the presence of these people was enough to make Sun Jinrong feel utterly disgraced, as if she were being executed in public.

Yet she couldn’t blame anyone sitting there, because she had brought this on herself.