The Cannon Fodder in Quick Transmigration Refuses the Usual Path

Chapter 530: The 50s Cannon Fodder Stepchild 9

Of course, it was impossible. A man born in the countryside, whose family couldn't offer the slightest bit of help, had stubbornly relied on his keen insight and a glib tongue to enter the city and become a worker. After marrying the factory manager's daughter, he climbed even higher step by step. Such a man, no need for many words, the abacus in his heart was more shrewd than anyone else's.

Good looks were just one aspect. More importantly, marrying a widow with no one to rely on, a gentle and soft personality, who merely brought along two girls, was in itself a gesture of goodwill from this Director Wang towards his in-laws' family.

In the future, whether they had children or not, it would absolutely not affect the status of the eldest son from his previous marriage.

This point, clever people like Manager Yang and his wife naturally understood.

Just look at these past days. Despite the injuries to their precious grandson, even if their hearts were seething with anger, they were still polite and amiable to Ms. Wei who came to visit, showing not the slightest hint of transferring their anger.

Except for the Little Wang Brat who was still bedridden and couldn't move, everyone present knew this was already the best outcome. Especially when their eldest grandson might be left with lasting health issues.

As for other matters…

Their son-in-law was still young, he couldn't remain unmarried for a lifetime, could he? Their Old Yang Family wasn't that tyrannical.

Of course, they couldn't transfer their anger onto Ms. Wei. But as for the chief culprit right before their eyes who caused their grandson's "serious injury," Manager Yang wasn't in such a good mood.

Especially since this culprit before his eyes showed little visible remorse, his anger naturally skyrocketed like a rocket.In short, by the time Ms. Wei, her face wearing a troubled expression while inwardly humming a little tune, happily returned home carrying the freshly bought steamed buns, the dispute between the two families at the hospital had already reached its conclusion.

When it came to connections and influence, after all, Manager Yang, who had built up years of authority, won out by a margin.

No matter how hard Deputy Factory Manager Meng tried, no matter how much Miss Meng shouted and tried to explain—from beginning to end, it was Wang Yong Hua who struck first. She had only given a light push. Unfortunately, the injuries on the Little Wang Brat's body were now verified by the hospital and couldn't be faked.

A light push, huh? A light push that gave a kid a moderate concussion—ask anyone who would believe that!

Besides, you're a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young woman fighting with a child, and the reason was your sharp tongue stirring up trouble first—that doesn't hold up anywhere!

In short, after the back-and-forth between the two sides, the final result was that Miss Meng still ended up in jail, plus nearly two more years of labor reform on a farm.

And this was the result after Deputy Factory Manager Meng pulled all sorts of strings and ran his legs thin.

However, as thought earlier, the worst was still to come.

When the police station personnel came to the door, they naturally had to inquire about the details of the incident. But after learning the specifics, not to mention others, even the veteran officer with years of case experience was dumbfounded.

What? You, an unmarried young woman, repeatedly sabotaged and stirred up trouble for someone else's children, just to ruin their marriage—a second marriage for a thirty-year-old man.

The reason was you looked down on a gigolo, despised him for rising through his wife's family…

Wait, if it's mutually consensual, what does it have to do with you, young lady? And with that attitude, don't tell me you look down on his background?

What nonsense, can country bumpkins not move up in the world? Can country bumpkins not marry beautiful wives?

Inside the police station, led by Director Wang, the old and new police officers exchanged glances, feeling they had truly opened their eyes today. If it weren't for the fact that this young lady mentioned Director Wang with genuine disdain, the contempt in her eyes practically overflowing, they would have thought this young lady had taken a fancy to him!

And to be fair, this Director Wang, although already thirty, perhaps because he had worked in an office for years, his face, his vigor, looked much more spirited than the young guys in their twenties at the station.

Especially that mouth of his. Several veteran officers subconsciously touched the extra packs of Huazi cigarettes that had just appeared in their pockets, then looked again at "Little Wang," who was now already familiarly calling their director 'brother.'

He really knew how to handle things!

Heh, no wonder he could eat this soft rice, and eat it so deliciously!

While feeling envious, perhaps because today's piece of gossip was truly too explosive, even though Deputy Factory Manager Meng tried various ways to seal mouths, this farce still subtly leaked out.

Especially since it involved the two big shots of the machinery factory. Everyone maintained a calm face in public, but privately the rumors spread like wildfire.

As is well known, rumors, after being passed around, often bear little resemblance to the original truth.

In short, just among the versions An Ning had heard recently, there were no less than three.

For example, Miss Meng secretly had a crush on Director Wang. Some even swore that the reason she stubbornly refused the arranged marriage earlier was because she had taken a fancy to someone else!

Another version: This Meng family daughter was arrogant and couldn't stand Manager Yang being above her family, hence she swung her stick here and her mallet there, acting as a troublemaker everywhere.

Of course, the version spreading most fiercely was the proper one: The reason for causing trouble everywhere ultimately came down to Miss Meng looking down on rural folks, and even more so, despising them as country bumpkins!

That's why she kept harassing Director Wang and Jiang Sister-in-law.

This time, she had poked a hornet's nest!

You have to understand, at this time, in the early years after the nation's founding, although most people in the machinery factory were still city dwellers, there were also clever people like Director Wang who had entered the city early and secured the iron rice bowl of a worker.

Besides, in these times, who didn't have two or three relatives in the countryside?

Not to mention anything else, just that look of disdain on her face was enough to make people feel disgusted.

Some thoughtful people couldn't help but think further: If the daughter is like this, perhaps she learned it from the deputy manager.

Heh, putting on a benevolent face all day, talking about workers and peasants being one family, how we're all comrades, but privately, isn't it still this same attitude.

"Tsk, never would have guessed, this Deputy Factory Manager Meng, quite the actor!"

Still under the big locust tree from before, several workers wearing gray-blue uniforms glanced at each other, quietly lowering their voices.

After all, he was a deputy manager, not someone ordinary workers like them could afford to offend.

As for An Ning, who occasionally overheard a snippet, she quickly realized something:

"As expected of a formidable person capable of holding the position of the Capital Machinery Factory Manager. He's already starting to make his move so quickly."

But it wasn't surprising. Just look at the effort this Meng fellow put in, running around for his daughter. Now that he had offended them, if they didn't completely crush him this time, once the old man passed away, who knew if this guy would target their precious grandson.

After all, in terms of age, Manager Yang was nearly twenty years older than Deputy Factory Manager Meng.

Although his eldest son from his first marriage was still in the army, distant water couldn't quench a nearby fire. Moreover, Manager Yang probably knew his son wasn't exactly capable.

All these years, he could only rely on his old man's foundation.

Even if just for his grandson's future, he had to find a way to eliminate this hidden threat…

How wonderful, having a big shot charge ahead on the path of revenge! Her own thin arms and legs could just be responsible for occasionally adding a little fuel to the fire.

It would be best if that certain someone could come out a bit later, otherwise~

In any case, leaving aside the overt and covert struggles between the two big shots of the machinery factory these days. At the entrance of the alley, the family of three—An Ning and her parents—sat around the rickety, missing-a-leg dining table, each happily eating a fragrant, meat-filled steamed bun.

Especially today, for some reason, Ms. Wei seemed particularly happy. Not only was she radiant, but she had specifically changed into the brightest rose-red cotton jacket from her wardrobe.

As if thinking of something, reluctantly swallowing the last bite of her meat bun, An Ning suddenly blinked her eyes:

"Mom seems so happy today! Did something good happen?"