Rebirth 93: Break off the engagement at the beginning and marry Bai Fumei

When Fang Ziwei saw the numbers on the quality inspection report, her fingers trembled slightly. Thirty thousand medical surgical masks had been seized by the Jiangcheng City Supervisory Commission for failing to meet sterilization standards. Three full containers of goods, worth 1.8 million yuan, were currently lying in the factory's finished goods warehouse, prominently sealed.

If they had arrived just half an hour later, the goods would have already left the factory and were ready for delivery; if they had arrived a day earlier, they would have seized the goods just as the 30,000 medical masks were about to be packed and delivered, before they were even fully produced.

"Manager Fang, this is clearly a frame-up!" Old Zhang, who was in charge of production, was furious, his thick arms waving in the air. "Our sterilization process is strictly carried out in accordance with national standards, and every batch is recorded! What right do they have to make such accusations?"

Fang Ziwei did not answer. She sat behind her desk, her gaze fixed on the report, on the line in red that read, "It is recommended that a fine of between 100,000 and 1 million yuan be imposed, and that production be ordered to cease for rectification."

Her face was pale, but not from fear. It was from anger—an anger that had been suppressed to the extreme, which ironically made her appear unusually calm.

“Old Zhang,” Fang Ziwei slowly raised her head, her voice as calm as still water, “what did Section Chief Ma say when he came?”

Old Zhang was stunned for a moment, then muttered under his breath, "What could he possibly say? What could he possibly say?"

“BYD brought a bunch of people in and started searching. After searching for a long time, they found a few expired disposable gloves in the corner and said we were ‘mismanaged’!”

"Then they checked the sterilization records, nitpicking and insisting that our sterilization parameters were wrong!"

He grew angrier as he spoke, slamming his fist on the table: "President Fang, our factory has been open for three years and has never had a quality problem! This is the first time we've been inspected, and it's turned out like this. There must be something wrong here!"

Fang Ziwei was silent for a few seconds, then asked, "Did he mention anyone? Or... any company?"

Old Zhang thought for a moment, then suddenly slapped his thigh: "That's right! When he was leaving, he met a fat guy driving a Mercedes at the door, and the two even exchanged a few words!"

"I know that fat guy. He works for Kangjian Medical! His surname is Qian, and his name is Qian Mantang!"

Kangjian Medical!

Fang Ziwei's pupils contracted slightly. Kangjian Medical, currently the largest medical consumables supplier in Jiangdong Province, had proposed cooperation last year, but she had refused. Kangjian's CEO, Zhou Yongnian, had smiled and said at the time, "President Fang is young and promising; we'll have the opportunity to cooperate again in the future," but the chilling undercurrent behind that smile remained vivid in her memory.

“Mr. Fang,” Old Zhang lowered his voice, “I heard that Kangjian recently secured a big order from the city to supply medical supplies to all the top-tier hospitals in Jiangcheng.”

“But their current production capacity is insufficient, so they are acquiring small factories everywhere. Could it be because when they came to discuss cooperation before, we didn’t…” He didn’t finish his sentence, but the meaning was already clear.

Fang Ziwei tapped her fingers lightly on the table, once, twice, three times. At that moment, she thought of her husband, Chen Yang.

Her husband, who always had a smile on his face and seemed carefree, was currently in the capital, a thousand miles away, busy with the antique business that she didn't understand much about. She rarely asked about his affairs, and he never brought them up on his own initiative.

But at this moment, she suddenly wanted to call him, not to ask for help. She just... wanted to hear Chen Yang's voice. Just hearing Chen Yang's voice would put her mind at ease.

But when Fang Ziwei picked up her phone, she hesitated for a moment, and then put it down.

No! Chen Yang has sacrificed too much for this family. His business in Beijing has just begun, and the auction is said to have been a great success. She can't let him be distracted at this time.

Thinking of this, Fang Ziwei took a deep breath and looked at the report again.

"Old Zhang," Fang Ziwei looked up at Old Zhang, "notify all departments that there will be a meeting at 2 PM this afternoon. We need to figure something out."

Meanwhile, in the heart of Jiangcheng City, at the headquarters of Kangjian Medical, on the top floor of an office, floor-to-ceiling windows offered a view of Jiangcheng's most bustling streetscape. Sunlight streamed through the glass, illuminating the large mahogany desk, the precious orchid on it, and Zhou Yongnian's ever-present gentle smile.

Zhou Yongnian was in his early fifties, very well-maintained, with his hair perfectly styled and his suit impeccably pressed. He looked like a refined businessman, speaking slowly and deliberately, and treating people with gentle politeness. But those who knew him well knew that behind that gentle face lay a heart more ruthless than anyone else's.

"Old Qian," he put down the purple clay teapot in his hand, looked up at the fat man opposite him, "how's it going at Ziyang Medical Mask Factory?"

Qian Mantang smiled broadly and shifted his large body on the sofa: "President Zhou, everything has been done as you instructed."

"Section Chief Ma from the Supervision Bureau went there personally, found out the problem, seized 30,000 masks, and will also be fined and ordered to suspend production for rectification."

Zhou Yongnian smiled and nodded slightly: "What was that young woman surnamed Fang's reaction?"

Qian Mantang grinned, looking completely unconcerned: "What kind of reaction could she possibly have? What waves could a little girl like her possibly make? I heard she turned pale and couldn't say a word."

After listening to what he said, Zhou Yongnian didn't speak immediately, but instead frowned. He picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and his gaze fell on a distant point outside the window.

"President Zhou?" Qian Mantang asked tentatively, "What's your plan for the next step..."

Zhou Yongnian put down his teacup and slowly asked, "President Qian, what do you think of Fang Ziwei?"

Qian Mantang was taken aback for a moment, then said disdainfully, "What can a little girl like her who opened a factory just because she has some technical skills?"

"Her father is the secretary of the Jiangcheng Municipal Party Committee, and her mother is in charge of the medical field. It is because of this connection that Fang Ziwei, this little woman, opened this mask factory!"

After hearing this, Zhou Yongnian dropped his teacup: "Are you fucking crazy? You dare to mess with someone with these connections? Isn't this some kind of ancestor?!"

Qian Mantang looked at Zhou Yongnian's frightened expression, then chuckled softly, stood up, walked to the window, and said with his back to Zhou, "President Zhou, Fang Ziwei's family background is indeed not simple."

"Three years ago, at the urging of her husband Chen Yang, she opened this mask factory. In three years, it has grown from a small workshop with 20 people to a scale of more than 100 people, and its products have entered more than a dozen hospitals throughout the province."

Zhou Yongnian opened his mouth but didn't say anything, silently cursing in his heart, "Then why did you mess with him?"

Qian Mantang continued, "Her husband, Chen Yang, is no ordinary person either. He's made quite a bit of money these past few years playing the antique trade. Of course, the Fang family's connections also play a part in that."

As he spoke, he turned around with a smile and looked at Zhou Yongnian: "Do you think that someone like this is not someone we can easily manipulate?"

Zhou Yongnian frowned as he looked at Qian Mantang's smiling face. "Of course, do you think we can just mess with this kind of power?"

“If this were anywhere else, I wouldn’t dare!” Qian Mantang said with a smile, looking at Zhou Yongnian. “But this is Jiangcheng, and these past few years have been a special period!”