Transmigration: On the Gossip Front-Chapter 958 - 959 Countryside Orphan Girl 3

The security chief heard this and didn’t dare to go over. He knew there would be nothing good waiting for him if he did.

What now? The security chief was annoyed. Why did he even get involved in this? Now look at how things turned out.

What now? As the security chief fretted over how to deal with the situation, he suddenly saw several cars approaching in the distance.

Oh crap. The security chief didn’t have time to think any further. He rushed to the guard booth and called the factory director’s internal line to quickly report: Zhang Yu was causing a scene, and the committee leaders were arriving soon.

The factory director remembered Liu Hong died on duty and had been designated a martyr: Has Liu Hong’s pension not been issued yet? Wasn’t his position meant to be taken over by his family?

The factory director had inquired about this before, heard the work position was assigned, and the pension had been given out. So how could the matter still be unresolved now?

The factory director’s head started pounding. He genuinely wanted to curse someone. What kind of mess is this? Under normal circumstances, of course, he would summon the finance department and the labor relations department to get some answers.

The problem now is that the committee leaders are arriving any second. When they see this scene, what will they think of him as the factory director?

Could it be someone is targeting him? That was the factory director’s first thought. Ever since these movements started, he has been walking on thin ice.

Luckily, things have stabilized over the past two years—the production has been steady, and some troubles have moved away from the factory. But that doesn’t mean no one has been trying to knock him off his perch.

In such a short span of time, the factory director couldn’t figure out who might be sabotaging him. "Take care of this immediately," he said.

Wait, the factory director paused to think, "It’s better if I go myself." Leaders from the committee should have arrived by now and would likely cross paths with Zhang Yu and her group. If he didn’t show up, how would the leaders perceive him?

With this thought, the factory director quickly ran out, preparing to settle the issue.

Zhang Yu noticed the cars approaching in the distance, but she didn’t pay them much attention, continuing to accuse the mechanical factory’s leaders of negligence, ignoring the martyr’s family.

As the first car passed, a leader glanced at the banner. Seeing the stark black-on-white text, his eyes widened immediately, "Stop the car."

The driver slowly brought the car to a halt. Once it stopped, the leader pushed open the door and got out. The cars behind also came to a stop.

The people from the trailing vehicles saw the gathered crowd and couldn’t help but furrow their brows. Seeing people gathered like that always gave them headaches.

One by one, they opened their car doors, got out, and raised their heads to read the words on the banner. They let out light sighs.

At least this isn’t some typical disruptive protest—if nothing else, that’s the silver lining.

The senior leader wanted to squeeze into the crowd to ask what was going on, but there were too many people. He couldn’t physically get through. That didn’t stop him, though; he casually asked someone nearby and got a rough understanding of the situation.

The leader’s face darkened, and the others nearby listening to the explanation were visibly upset as well.

They didn’t suspect Zhang Yu of lying. Judging by the situation—an elderly grandmother and a child—it was clear their condition was quite poor.

Their demands were very straightforward. Where did the pension go? And why was her father’s job reassigned without their knowledge or consent?

As leaders, they understood it’s not easy to find work these days, and such things could easily turn into scandals.

When the factory director rushed out, spotting the cars at the entrance, his legs nearly gave out. This truly was the worst-case scenario.

But there was no choice. Things had already come to this point; all he could do was try to salvage the situation.

The security chief saw the factory director emerge and hurried over, "Factory director, what do you think?"

"Get the girl inside the factory to talk," he said. Standing out here means what, exactly? What if the committee finds out?"

If those people caught wind of this, who knows how out of hand things could get. Already infamous troublemakers, they’d latch onto this in no time, especially given the mechanical factory’s significance and the importance of its production. Those types wouldn’t miss such an opportunity.

Now with such a convenient excuse, they wouldn’t hesitate to stir the pot.

Realizing this, everyone tensed up greatly, watching as the factory director appeared. Just as they were about to speak—

The factory director gestured to them with a nod, "Step aside. I’m Zhao Lei, the director of the mechanical factory. Let me through."

At first, people didn’t take it seriously, assuming Zhao Lei was just some minor leader from the mechanical factory, and no one gave way.

"Someone from the mechanical factory? Must be part of the same crowd."

"Exactly. Otherwise, how could it be that after someone dies, the pension wasn’t even delivered, and the job position vanished?"

No one believed there wasn’t some shady business involved.

Zhang Yu thought Zhao Lei’s name sounded vaguely familiar but didn’t dwell on it or say anything, letting the surrounding people make their voices heard instead.

Zhao Lei looked at Zhang Yu standing silently without speaking and felt his headache worsening. "I’m Zhao Lei, the director of the mechanical factory," he repeated.

Helplessly, he confirmed his identity again, "Young lady, your father was Liu Hong, right?"

Zhang Yu let out a soft confirmation, "You’re the leader at the mechanical factory. Are you sure you’ll take this seriously and not simply brush me off?" fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

She needed reassurance, "Because this matter, with just the Liu Family alone, there’s no way it could ever be resolved properly."

"Pensions are issued by the finance department; the job reassignment is handled by the labor relations department."

"My father was a martyr. According to protocol, the pension payout shouldn’t it have involved mid-level factory leaders or the leaders of his department, like the security chief?"

"No one from your factory ever notified my family. Since your factory handled my father’s funeral arrangements, no one has come by since then."

"After my father passed away, my grandmother and I were left dazed and shaken—our health declined, and we rarely stepped outside. We didn’t even know my father’s job had been reassigned."

"If not for overhearing people yesterday casually talking about my father’s position being given to Liu Jianshe, I wouldn’t have even known about any of this."

Zhang Yu cut straight to the point; she only overheard someone talking—anything more? Sorry, she didn’t know nor recognize the person.

Zhao Lei’s secretary had gone to investigate earlier and returned now with a sour expression, leaning over to whisper a few words in Zhao Lei’s ear.

After hearing the secretary’s report, Zhao Lei’s face darkened considerably. He hadn’t expected that after Liu Hong’s passing—and the factory’s official commendation—there would already be someone shamelessly pulling stunts like this.

Gazing at the grandmother and granddaughter standing firm before him, Zhao Lei began to understand why they were compelled to do this.

"Your father’s pension has already been claimed; his job was indeed taken by Liu Jianshe. But from what I’ve been told, the pension documents have signatures from both of you, grandmother and granddaughter," he said.

"And the job reassignment agreement also has your family members’ signatures."

"Who signed it?" Zhang Yu scoffed. "The older folks at the mechanical factory, even the security department, all know the relationship between my father and the Liu Family."

"After my father passed away, the Liu Family’s attitude was seen by plenty of people. During my father’s funeral, they didn’t even bother showing up, let alone offering help."

"Neighbors saw what happened; the mechanical factory staff who assisted witnessed it too."

"Given the way the Liu Family behaves, my family would hand the job position to Liu Jianshe?"

"My father didn’t leave behind an heir? I’m his only child, and I don’t have a job. They’d give the position to the Liu Family instead of me?"

Zhang Yu laughed bitterly, "Even if you made excuses about botched processes for the job reassignment, fine, whatever. But what about my father’s pension?"

"Who from the finance department delivered it to my home?"

"Are you trying to imply the money went to the Liu Family?!" As far as not working at the mechanical factory goes, Zhang Yu had no intention of giving the so-called factory director any face.

"Exactly! Exactly!" The surrounding crowds chimed in relentlessly in agreement.