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

On the first day, the State Drug Administration issued its official penalty decision—a fine of 800,000 yuan and a one-month production suspension for rectification.

The next day, the fire department suddenly came to inspect her factory and said that the fire protection facilities were not up to standard, and issued her a fine of 10,000 yuan.

On the third day, the tax bureau came and said they wanted to check her accounts for the past three years.

Besides the Supervision Bureau, the fire department and the tax bureau have also clearly told Fang Ziwei that they didn't actually want to come. But the problem is that the matter has been on TV, and the higher-ups are pressuring her to come. There's a joint investigation by multiple departments, so she has to come down. And not only does she have to come down, but she also has to get something out of it.

"Xiao Wei, it's not that your Uncle Ma is heartless," the head of the tax bureau said, sitting in his office and looking at Fang Ziwei, who was trembling with embarrassment. "Uncle Ma had no choice, sigh!"

Fang Ziwei sat down in front of the two men and nodded slightly. "Uncle Ma, I understand. I know exactly what's going on here, it's just that I've dragged you into this."

Uncle Ma waved his hand gently, then looked up and asked Fang Ziwei, "Xiaowei, who did your accounting?"

Fang Ziwei's heart tightened, and Xiao Sanzi standing next to her also became nervous. Fang Ziwei chuckled, "It was Chen Yang's finance department that did it for me. Uncle Ma, is there something wrong with the accounts?"

"No, no, oh dear..." Uncle Ma laughed and slapped his thigh, "Your husband Chen Yang is truly a talent! I've long heard that he has many capable people under his command."

"These accounts are the most standardized and problem-free I've ever seen in the entire Jiangcheng City!" Uncle Ma said with a smile, looking at the account book. "They could be used as a benchmark by the tax bureau!"

"The worst thing about accounting is a surprise inspection. If your accounts are even slightly messy, it could cause a huge problem today!"

After hearing this, Fang Ziwei felt relieved, and Chen Yang's image reappeared in her mind, warming her heart. Xiao Sanzi, standing beside her, wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve. That was close!

From the day I started doing the accounting for Ziyang Medical Supplies Factory, Chen Yang repeatedly told me that there absolutely could not be any problems with the accounts here, and that I had to be more careful and attentive. Thankfully, thankfully!

“Xiao Wei, there’s actually not much of a problem with the fire safety here,” the middle-aged man sitting on the other side said. “There are just some miscellaneous items piled up at the back, but the rest of the safety passages, electrical wiring, etc. all meet the standards.”

“Uncle Liao really had no choice. Logically speaking, I was personally promoted by your father, so I shouldn’t be here today,” the middle-aged man sighed helplessly. “But if I don’t come down in person, the problem will be even bigger.”

Fang Ziwei nodded silently. "Uncle Liao, thank you! I understand!" With that, Fang Ziwei stood up and bowed to the two men. "Uncle Ma, Uncle Liao, thank you from Xiaowei!"

After seeing off the inspection team from the relevant departments, Fang Ziwei plopped down on the sofa and leaned back. Old Zhang, the factory manager, was trembling with rage, yelling in his office, "Those bastards! They're clearly trying to frame us!"

"President Fang, we can't keep putting up with this!"

Fang Ziwei sat behind her desk, her face pale, but her eyes remained resolute: "I can't bear it, what should I do? Should we confront them head-on now? Luckily, most of them are acquaintances of my father, otherwise, who knows what would have happened?"

Old Zhang opened his mouth but couldn't say a word. Yes, that's because of Fang Ziwei's background. If it were someone else, the factory would probably have been shut down long ago!

The youngest son, who was tidying up the ledgers, looked up at Fang Ziwei and said, "Sister-in-law, no..."

"If all else fails, let's call my brother and see if he can do anything?"

"No, absolutely not!" Fang Ziwei sat up straight and looked at Xiao Sanzi seriously. "Xiao Sanzi, you can't notify your brother."

“Your brother is in Beijing right now, dealing with those people is troublesome enough as it is. We can’t let him get distracted!” Fang Ziwei said, slamming her fist hard on the sofa. “I don’t believe it! I want to see what other tricks they have up their sleeves!”

This factory has over a hundred workers waiting to be paid, and piles of masks that have been seized.

Fang Ziwei's phone rang in the afternoon. She glanced at the caller ID—it was an unfamiliar number. She frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then answered.

"Hello, is this Mr. Fang?" A strange male voice came through, with a heavy local accent. "This is Wang Laosan. When are you going to pay me back the 500,000 you owe me?"

Fang Ziwei was taken aback: "Boss Wang, the 500,000 yuan payment is due in three months, it's not due yet."

Wang Laosan chuckled: "President Fang, I know it's not time yet. But I heard your factory had some trouble, and I'm worried you won't be able to pay it back by then."

"Here's what we'll do: give it back to me now, so I can have some peace of mind. After all, I have quite a few people under me who need to make a living!"

Fang Ziwei's heart sank. She guessed it was Zhou again, and took a deep breath: "Mr. Wang, I can't come up with 500,000 right now. Wait three months..."

"Wait three months?" Wang Laosan interrupted her. "We don't even know if your factory will still be around in three months! Ms. Fang, I'll only give you three days, otherwise..."

"Otherwise... I'm going to cause trouble at your factory!"

Before Fang Ziwei could get angry, the other party hung up. Fang Ziwei, her fingers trembling slightly, gripped the phone and slammed it onto the sofa. "Damn it!"

Wang Laosan was one of her suppliers, and the 500,000 yuan was for purchasing raw materials. This man usually seemed honest, but I never expected him to kick her when she was down.

A few minutes later, her phone rang again. This time it was another supplier, Mr. Zhang.

"Mr. Fang, when would be a convenient time to settle my payment for the 300,000 yuan in goods?"

"Mr. Fang, my two hundred thousand..."

"Mr. Fang..."

One phone call after another, like death knells, surrounded Fang Ziwei. Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer, slamming her phone on the table and covering her face with her hands. Tears streamed down her face through her fingers. "Brother, what am I going to do? I can't take it anymore!"

Just then, there was a knock on the office door.

"Come in." Fang Ziwei wiped her face with her hand, took a deep breath, and forced herself to calm down. When Lao Zhang and Lao Li came in and saw the tear stains on Fang Ziwei's face, they felt a pang of sadness.

"President Fang..." The two men looked grim, hesitant to speak.

"Old Li, what's wrong?" Fang Ziwei looked up and asked, her eyes returning to their usual expression.

Old Zhang hesitated for a moment before finally speaking: "Manager Fang, there's... trouble in the workshop."

"Causing trouble?" Fang Ziwei frowned, looking at the two of them with suspicion. Since the factory opened, no one had caused any trouble.

Old Li lowered his head, not daring to look her in the eye: "Several workers said they wanted to quit. They said...the factory was going to go bankrupt, and if they didn't leave, they wouldn't get paid."

Fang Ziwei felt a buzzing in her head, swayed a few times, and then steadied herself. "Let's go take a look!"

After saying that, she gestured to the two of them and quickly walked towards the workshop.

Inside the workshop, a dozen or so workers were huddled together, arguing heatedly. When Fang Ziwei entered, they stopped arguing, but no one spoke.

Fang Ziwei walked up to them, her gaze sweeping over the familiar faces. Some of these workers had been with her for three years, since the factory's first day. Others had only recently arrived, but all were diligent and hardworking.

"Who wants to resign!"

Fang Ziwei stood in the center of the workshop with her arms crossed and a cold expression on her face, her gaze sweeping over the dozen or so familiar faces with sharp, piercing eyes.

Her voice wasn't loud, but in the quiet workshop, it was like a thunderclap, stunning everyone.

Silence, a deathly silence, lasted for a full five seconds.

Finally, a middle-aged woman stepped forward from the crowd.

Her name is Zheng Mei, she's forty-five years old, and a long-time employee of the factory, having been there since the very first day it was built. She's the most skilled and hardworking, a woman of few words, but she never fails to deliver on her assignments. She's the factory's "pillar of strength" and one of the people Fang Ziwei trusts most.

But at this moment, she stepped forward.

"Mr. Fang, it's me."