She won't clear her name; she'll throw away all the scum.

Old Yuan glared fiercely at the deputy factory director. It was all because of that old geezer's constant opposition, dragging others into it, making him the center of attention. At least she managed the factory office's work and mostly made no mistakes, except for her mishandling of the rumors earlier; otherwise, she was quite capable.

But this deputy factory director got to his position entirely through connections with the former factory director. He and the factory director both started as apprentices under the same master. As their master climbed the ranks, their statuses rose accordingly, with one becoming the factory director and the other the deputy factory director.

The factory director was quite capable, and Director Yuan respected him. However, the deputy factory director became increasingly outrageous after the previous director retired. He not only hired people who were on good terms with him, but also gave them priority in promotions. Even when he received holiday gifts, he would embezzle some of them, which often caused trouble among the workers in the workshops he managed. She had been troubled by this many times.

The factory director, sitting in that position, is still able to listen to advice and reflect on his actions. But he's different. His brain is like a rock; he can't be flexible or adaptable, let alone reflect on his actions. He doesn't even listen to what his subordinates say, especially the women. They just go in one ear and out the other.

Last time, a female colleague was so angry that she almost got into a fight with him, but she was eventually restrained. Then this guy came to his side and said he wanted to transfer that female colleague to a different position and demote her.

He hadn't done anything seriously wrong, so why would he be arbitrarily transferred or demoted? Director Yuan ignored him completely, and that's how he got resented.

He's tall, but his mind is so narrow; Director Yuan looks down on him. In her opinion, Old Xia would be a better deputy factory director; he'd do a better job.

But Director Yuan had no choice; his words carried more weight than hers. If she could, she would love to slap him across the face a few times. That's how much anger she felt towards this deputy factory director.

This time, she was rejected again. Director Yuan calmed herself down and thought that even if she was rejected, she could find another way to compensate Old Lady Xia. Even if she couldn't be the women's director now, she would have to find another position.

But before she could speak, she was interrupted by Old Mrs. Xia's rapid-fire words.

Old Mrs. Xia was furious. This thin, tall deputy factory manager, who looked like a bean sprout, was someone who needed medication after just a few words of criticism. With such weak stress tolerance and poor ability, how could someone like him be a deputy factory manager? Old Mrs. Xia even felt she could be the factory manager herself! She shouted...

“The deputy factory director spoke to us with reason and evidence, and said that Lao Yuan talks too much. I don’t think you need me to show up at this exchange meeting. Our factory has the deputy factory director. He can just stand there and tell anyone who talks to shut up. He can just say that he has heard these words before and that they should stop repeating themselves.”

The deputy factory director was furious. He slammed his fist on the table and shouted at her, "What do you mean? The factory director asked you to come to the meeting to give you a chance to broaden your horizons. He thinks highly of you. Don't think you're so capable. There are plenty of capable people in our factory. Let me tell you, you're not the only option we have."

Grandma Xia: "And there's Jiang Wenhua, right? Well, let me tell you, he's swamped with his own family affairs, how could he have time to care about you? Besides, you don't give him any benefits, you just ask him to do extra work with your mouth. With his personality, he won't be done until he's completely ruined this matter."

The donkeys in this production team need to be well-fed to pull the millstone. Who would tell a donkey to pull more millstones to gain experience and then pull more millstones to motivate it? You can't find many people in the whole world who just work without getting paid. You, the deputy factory director, think you can get people to work for you with just a few words? You're dreaming.

"It's still broad daylight, if you're going to dream, dream at night. What kind of people are you? How did you become the deputy factory director? How did you flatter the former director to get him to promote someone like you? If you can be the deputy factory director, I don't need to be the women's director anymore, I might as well be the factory director myself. Factory director, why don't you just give me your position?"

Grandma Xia became increasingly agitated as she spoke. The deputy factory director stammered "you" for a long time before finally pulling the medicine out of his pocket, stuffing it into his mouth, and swallowing it dry.

The factory manager, listening from the side, felt both pleased and embarrassed. He was pleased because he felt that this deputy factory manager was a parasite in the factory, slowing down the work of many colleagues and liking to dampen others' enthusiasm for work. Worst of all, he liked to form cliques, and sometimes even he, as the factory manager, might be taken advantage of.

The awkward thing is that although Old Lady Xia specifically named and scolded the deputy factory director, some of her words seemed to be directed at him as well, as if he was also the one Old Lady Xia was talking about who got something for nothing.

Seeing that he had taken the medicine on his own, the factory manager assumed he was alright. He then feigned concern and advised, "You know you can't stand being upset, so why did you have to cause a scene here? Calm down first, I'll handle the rest, you don't need to say anything."

Seeing that the deputy factory director agreed, the factory director turned to Old Lady Xia and said, "Old Lady Xia, I completely agree with what you said. You're right. You've been doing a good job in the workshop, and you've done a great job in doing ideological work with the workers. Although this isn't within your job scope, many people look at you differently because of it."

I hadn't really thought of having you come to the exchange conference. Although I can't make decisions about the women's director, and the factory union's affairs require the approval of their current leaders, there is one thing I can decide on my own.

"How about this? You go with Lao Yuan to work as a clerk in her factory office first. Lao Yuan's here, so she should agree. Then, you can go with her to the exchange conference, and she can easily give you a title, which will make things legitimate."

Old Yuan immediately asked the factory manager when he would receive the job transfer notice, and the factory manager said that the latest would be before this week's rest day.

The deputy factory director cursed for a long time before being kicked out by the factory director.

This was an utter disgrace to him. The two of them had been together since they were apprentices. The factory manager rarely raised his voice at him, usually just trying to appease him. Occasionally, when he got angry with him, he would simply ignore him. He had never so blatantly ordered him to leave like this.

Has the factory manager been bewitched by those two women?

The deputy factory director's eyes were filled with gloom. He was preparing to have a serious talk with his small group of people. It was better for them to come up with ideas together than for him to just think about them alone.

Anyway, the factory manager isn't in charge of this factory on his own.

Having made up his mind, the deputy factory director spat at the door of the factory director's office and then strode away.