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

Jiang Wenhua is the most talked-about person among all the workers today. From the moment he entered the factory until the moment he joined the loading and unloading team, there have been several different versions of rumors about him. Even when he says something, others will interpret it in a different way.

What's even more outrageous is that several of his long-time colleagues in the loading and unloading team kept a great distance from him after he came in.

Jiang Wenhua immediately understood: Did these ugly things think that he would be interested in them?

He sneered, "Little Zheng, Old Liu, you don't need to look at me like I'm some kind of filth. Don't worry, I don't want people like you."

Old Liu sensed the sarcasm and retorted, "Yes, you look down on us. You prefer old men like Pan Li."

Jiang Wenhua raised an eyebrow. "No, I prefer your father, your father who has passed away. It's a pity, they're separated by life and death."

Old Liu was so angry that his face turned red. He raised his fist to punch him, but Xiao Zheng stopped him and advised him not to lower himself to Jiang Wenhua's level, otherwise it would be a waste if he were extorted by him.

Old Liu left, cursing under his breath.

Jiang Wenhua was just rolling up his sleeves to get to work when Lao Xia called him to Director Song's office with a single sentence.

"Xiao Jiang, you're here." Factory Director Song stood up from his chair, walked up to Jiang Wenhua, and patted him on the shoulder.

Jiang Wenhua sensed a conspiracy. "Director Song, just say what you want to say. You look really scary right now."

Factory Director Song looked at Old Lady Xia, not minding at all that a grassroots worker said he was scary. "See? I told you he was a talent, with such keen perception."

Grandma Xia curled up into a ball, unsure of how to respond. She decided to keep quiet; she was a bit confused.

It's one thing for her not to understand young people these days, but how come she can't even understand this old man, Director Song? Is she just too old-fashioned?

Seeing that the two were somewhat flustered, Director Song coughed and said, "I was indeed too excited. Xiao Jiang, I was hoping you could give me some advice, but I've changed my mind. Xiao Jiang, someone as talented as you shouldn't be relegated to the loading and unloading group."

Jiang Wenhua looked at Old Lady Xia fearfully, her eyes asking if Factory Director Song had gone mad. After receiving an affirmative look, Jiang Wenhua swallowed hard. "Factory Director Song, if you want to criticize me, just say so. I know I acted impulsively yesterday, which has made our textile factory's reputation even worse."

But this wasn't my intention; I just had no other choice. It's better for my reputation to be bad than for our Director Xia's reputation to be ruined. Her influence is much greater than mine, so I... got led astray by Comrade Chen Xiangbei. It was certainly irrational, but very effective.”

Factory Director Song gave a thumbs up, "You and Comrade Chen Xiangbei did a really good job on this. Nobody would have thought that this method could solve this kind of problem. That's why I said you're a talent. You're willing to go all out and have a broad mind."

It was rare for Jiang Wenhua to hear Factory Director Song praise him; in the past, he was always called here to be criticized. Either he was criticized along with Director Xia, or he was criticized alone. It seemed the factory director had really lost his mind. "Factory Director Song, don't be like that. Just tell me what you want me to do. I can do anything, but if a job transfer means a pay cut, I won't agree. Even if you want me to guard the gate or clean the toilets, you can't lower my salary."

Factory Director Song shook his head: "Not only will I not deduct your salary, I'll also give you a raise. Xiao Jiang, one word: are you in or not?"

For Jiang Wenhua, nothing is more important than money. Hearing about a wage increase, he lost his mind and used this to test Xiao Jiang, a worker. He hit his weak spot.

"Go for it!" Jiang Wenhua didn't even want to ask what he was supposed to do. Anyway, it couldn't be anything illegal, right? As long as the money increased, he could do anything, no matter how difficult.

Grandma Xia hesitated, wanting to stop him. She always felt that Factory Director Song was up to no good. He looked serious, honest, and authoritative, but in reality, he was preparing to dig a pit for them to fall into. As for Xiao Jiang, that money-grubbing comrade, if the factory director dug a pit and threw some money in, he would jump in on his own without anyone pushing him.

"Xiao Jiang, think it over." Old Mrs. Xia tugged at his sleeve.

Jiang Wenhua waved his hand and said, "What are you thinking about? Going to work is all about making money. What kind of job you do isn't important; what matters is making money. Our Factory Director Song is such a righteous person. He's willing to give me this opportunity, so of course I can't let him down. Even if it means going through fire and water, I'd be happy to do it. Factory Director Song, I'll follow your orders."

His tone became obsequious, a treatment Director Song had never received before.

Factory Director Song clapped his hands. "Xiao Jiang, I knew I hadn't misjudged you. I have a particularly good position here, perfect for you. I can't think of anyone else who could do it."

Jiang Wenhua: "What is it?"

Grandma Xia also pricked up her ears curiously.

Factory Director Song loudly announced: "Deputy Factory Director Tian recently told me that he wanted a secretary. You have to understand that our factory is different from the big factories in Haishi. Our structure is simple. If there is anything, just report it to me directly. Why would we need a secretary to handle so many things? Look, I, the factory director, don't even have one. It's unnecessary."

But he insisted, saying that both the factory director and deputy director at the machine factory had secretaries, so he wanted one too. I thought and thought, and still felt you were the most suitable.”

Jiang Wenhua quickly realized this was a difficult situation: "Deputy Factory Director Tian probably wants his own person to be the secretary. I'm just a deliveryman, why would he even look at me?"

Instead of trying to persuade him, Director Song said directly, "The deputy director's secretary earns 10 yuan more than you do now."

Jiang Wenhua shouted, "I'm not afraid of hardship or difficulties. I'm like a brick that I can carry wherever I'm needed. Factory director, you can rest assured that I'm in charge."

Factory Director Song smiled with satisfaction.

Then, Jiang Wenhua suddenly leaned closer and said, "If I do a good job, can I become the deputy factory director?"

Factory Director Song was taken aback; this kid had quite the ambition.

He whispered devilishly, "It's not impossible if you do a good job. The deputy factory director's salary is linked to the factory's performance, and it's quite substantial."

Jiang Wenhua's eyes turned red with envy. From then on, he had only one goal: to get rid of Deputy Factory Director Tian and take over for himself.

Grandma Xia watched as Director Song almost managed to seduce Jiang Wenhua. It was really easy to get Jiang Wenhua under control: either bribe him with money or keep him hanging on by Xiao Fang.

Factory Director Song is indeed a capable man. He has only dealt with Jiang Wenhua a few times, but he already knows how to control his lifeline.

After Jiang Wenhua left, Factory Director Song was about to talk to Old Lady Xia about Chen Xiangbei when he heard Old Lady Xia ask, "Old Song, you can use money to get Xiao Jiang to do things for you, but aren't you afraid that Deputy Factory Director Tian will do the same?"

Factory Director Song smiled, looking shrewd and calculating. "Old Xia, I'm not afraid at all."

When she pressed for more details, Director Song refused to elaborate.

That damned old fox, he's up to no good!