Evil woman
"Come on, Director Han, I'll toast you a glass. From now on, we're comrades in arms. I hope our cooperation will be pleasant." Huang Song said with a smile, holding up his cup, looking like they were old friends for a long time.
"Let's all come together." Han Dong smiled and raised his cup to say to everyone, "I'm new here, so I'll need everyone's cooperation in the future." Since Huang Song wanted to fight, there was no need to be polite with him. If he didn't get a few knocks, he might really think he was in charge of the statistics bureau.
Everyone was stunned, they did not expect Han Dong to actually sweep Huang Song's face in front of everyone. It seems that this new director is not a pushover either.
Zou Gang hastily stood up and raised his cup, saying: "It's only right, we're all under the leadership of Director Ju."
Others also stood up one after another, raised their glasses and clinked with Han Dong. Most of the middle-level officials present were Huang Song's people, but they still had to put on a show, after all, Han Dong was the head of the Statistics Bureau, although he was new and his foundation was not solid, it would be easy for him to find trouble with anyone.
Huang Song bumped into a wall, a flash of anger in his eyes, and then returned to normal, laughing and chatting with the crowd as they clinked their cups together.
The scene gradually became lively, Huang Song held a wine glass, his face flushed with red light, and he clinked glasses with various mid-level cadres, chatting casually, as if getting along famously with everyone.
Ge Wengu saw Han Dong sitting there leisurely eating his meal, and no one was asking him to drink, so he raised his cup and said: "Director Han, I'd like to toast you a glass, wishing everything goes smoothly for Director Han in Fuyi."
Han Dong smiled slightly, "Director Ge, you're too polite, I hope our future cooperation will be pleasant." He clinked his cup with him and drank it all in one gulp. This Ge Wenguoguo may look honest, but it's clear that he's not clueless either.
"Drip...drip...drip..."
A crisp sound came, and it was Huang Song's pager that rang. He took a look at it in front of his eyes and said to the crowd: "You continue drinking, I'll go answer the phone, what a nuisance."
In 1991, pagers had already begun to enter Fuyi County, but the price was not something that ordinary people could afford. Even a simple numeric pager cost nearly two thousand yuan, and there was also a monthly service fee of twenty yuan. At this time, very few people in Fuyi County bought pagers with their own money; most people's pagers were provided by their work units.
Han Dong looked at Huang Song walking out of the small package room with a swagger, holding a pager, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He went back to let Zou Gang check the bureau's expense report carefully.
Zou Gang had been quietly observing Han Dong, and now he thought to himself: "Tomorrow at work, I'll suggest that the director be equipped with a pager, which will facilitate communication for work."
Zou Gang had made up his mind to follow Han Dong, and naturally he wanted to understand Han Dong's thoughts at all times. The reason why he made up his mind so quickly was not only because Huang Song had been suppressing him, but also because Zou Gang had secretly analyzed that Han Dong could become the director of the bureau at a young age, and there must be some backing behind him. Maybe coming to the statistics bureau was just a stepping stone for him. Although Han Dong couldn't control the statistics bureau for the time being, following him at this moment would undoubtedly bring benefits to Zou Gang. Once Han Dong gained power, Zou Gang's own interests would certainly not be neglected.
Huang Song went out for a while and then pushed the door back in, muttering to himself that his wife was really troublesome.
"Why isn't anyone moving their cup? Come on, it's so cold outside, let's drink a few more cups to warm ourselves up."
Huang Song sat down and raised his glass to invite everyone, the somewhat cold private room quickly became lively. However, the whole scene seemed to revolve around Huang Song, as he clinked glasses with each of the middle-aged men, his face flushing bright red from drinking.
"Hmm——"
The door was pushed open violently, and a cold wind rushed in quickly.
The two people sitting by the door were startled and stood up angrily.
A heavily made-up woman looked out the door, saw Han Dong sitting at the top, and her eyes lit up. She shouted angrily: "Good, it's really you, hurry up and bring the money."
She quickly rushed towards Han Dong, the private room was originally small, she squeezed in, and everyone sitting was crowded to the point of being disheveled. However, seeing her appearance, they didn't seem like decent people, and since she was rushing towards Han Dong, no one said anything.
"What are you doing?" Huang Song shouted in anger, standing up and moving to one side.
"None of your business, I'm here to ask him for money, and he actually doesn't give me any."
The woman said, raising one hand and clawing at Han Dong's face, her long fingernails painted red.
Han Dong stared at the woman in shock, unable to understand what she was saying. Seeing her scratching over, he didn't get up, and his right hand quickly poked out with chopsticks, hitting her palm squarely.
"Oh no......"
The woman let out a miserable cry, her palm felt like it was going to be pierced, and her entire arm hurt so much that she couldn't lift it up. She retreated two steps in shock, holding her right hand with her left, constantly wailing in pain.
The people around were all shocked at the sight.
Han Dong said coldly: "You've got the wrong person!"
Zou Gang also said: "What's wrong with you, crazy woman? Can't you just get out?"
Everyone present stood up, although there was no expression on their faces, but in their eyes, they were watching the show.
Huang Song shouted: "What are you doing? This is our Director Han..."
"Wow..."
The woman suddenly sat down on the ground with a thud, opened her mouth and wailed loudly, disheveled hair scattered all over, her feet still kicking wildly, the table and chairs making a loud clattering noise.
"You despicable scoundrel, you cheated me out of money and ran away, and even hit me. Waaahhh..."
From the woman's words, everyone finally understood what was going on and looked at Han Dong with different expressions.
Han Dong coldly swept his gaze over the crowd and said to Zou Gang: "Go make a phone call to report to the police."
"Okay." Zou Gang quickly ran out and found his boss to borrow a phone to call the police.
"Everyone sit down." Han Dong said lightly and sat down, looking at Huang Song again, suspecting that all of this was his doing.
"Come quickly, come and see this shameless person!" The woman suddenly shouted loudly, her right palm still hurting, naturally not daring to go forward again to scratch Han Dong, so she thought of using this method to attract more people's attention.
As expected, as soon as she shouted, many people who were eating at Bai Wei Garden came over and crowded the entrance to look inside.
"What's so good about it?" Ge Wengu frowned and walked over to slam the door shut.
The woman suddenly jumped up, grabbed Ge Wenguos sleeve and pulled it hard, cursing: "Damn it, what business is it of yours? What do you want to do by blocking the door?"
Ge Wengu was pulled and stumbled, almost falling to the ground. He turned around and forcefully pulled his sleeve, with a "pu" sound, the right sleeve of his gray cotton robe ripped open from the top. Ge Wengu's face suddenly flushed red, and he raised his hand to slap him.
"You hit me, hit me." The woman was not afraid at all. Her face, thickly coated with powder and lipstick, leaned in closer, her hot breath spraying onto Ge Wengu's face, forcing him to back away continuously until he bumped into the door with a thud.
Huang Song, who was standing against the wall, flashed a hint of anger in his eyes, "What exactly does this stinky old woman want to do?"
