The sound of the quarrel caused the people in the hall to turn their heads and watch.

"This is the office space, what are you arguing about, the troublemakers are out!" A middle-aged man who is a little bald and has a big belly walks over with a calm face.

Without waiting for the clerk to speak, Xiao Jianjun showed his work card, and when he saw the words of the Anti-Smuggling Bureau on it, the man's face immediately changed: "A few people, please." Let's talk about something in the office! ”

"No need, this is my father-in-law Xiao Wenduo, we are here to submit documents to handle the handover procedures of the gorgeous textile factory, but I heard that the textile factory has returned to the Xiao family, right? I now want to know how they got this factory because they didn't have the formalities and they didn't have the factory director. ”

The man wiped his sweat: "We did follow the procedure in this matter, they have witnesses, and they are members of the Xiao family, so ......."

"You have a good look, this is all the proof of the equity and legal person of the Huali Textile Factory, as well as the identity certificate of my father-in-law, I ask you to reassign the Huali Textile Factory to my father-in-law within two days, and return the factory that belongs to us."

This matter was done by the director himself, and he couldn't be the master: "Why don't you talk to the current factory director yourself?" You are all members of the Xiao family, presumably better communication? ”

"The factory was taken away from you, but we were asked to come back by ourselves, why are you embarrassed to say this?"

"Then there is no way, now the director of Lihua Textile Factory is Xiao Shujin, the formalities have been completed, we can't go back on our word!"

A pile of documents was thrown in front of him: "In just three days, if you can't handle this matter, I will sue the higher level." ”

It just so happened that the uncle was in charge of this matter, Xu Wenli didn't believe that she couldn't clean up these guys who colluded with officials and businessmen.

No, it's an embarrassed guy, Xiao Shujin is a scoundrel at best, he may not be a serious businessman.

That night, the director of the Bureau of Industry and Commerce and Xiao Shujin met in a restaurant, and he showed Xiao Shujin the documents left by Xu Wenli.

"Now that the textile factory is mine, they can't take it back, so they don't have to deal with these people."

The reason why the director was willing to help him was that Xiao Shujin promised to sell the factory after getting it, and he was willing to take the risk of helping after the money he got was divided among several people.

"Let you sell the factory early, if you don't listen, if they really go up to report it, my director may be taken down."

"That's a factory, I can't sell it for three or five hundred yuan, I have to find the right person to take over." Xiao Shujin picked up those documents and looked at them, tore them up with his backhand, and looked at what they were suing without these things.

Xu Wenli made dozens of copies of these things, and they were exactly the same as the original materials.

Just when Xiao Shujin and the director were pushing the cup and changing the lamp, discussing how to divide the money, Xu Wenli and Xiao Jianjun had already collected all the things in the gorgeous textile factory, Xiao Shujin and the director's belongings.

"Call Uncle tomorrow and ask him to send someone over to take over this matter, the things of the Gorgeous Textile Factory were lost in Xiao Shujin's hands, and he must compensate for the loss."

"Daughter-in-law, I feel more and more useless now, you are worthy of a combat unit alone."

It's not that exaggerated, but space is really a right-hand man, and it's very convenient to do things with it.

The next day, Jingcheng exploded, and the house of the director of the industrial and commercial bureau was robbed, and even the tables, chairs and benches were taken away from the house, and Xiao Shujin's family was in the same situation.

This is not the most terrible, the person in charge of overhaul and inventory of goods in the textile factory woke up and found himself sleeping in the yard, and when he returned to the factory, he saw the empty workshop, the ground and the warehouse were cleaner than sweeping, and he hurriedly reported to Xiao Shujin.

"What the hell, what the hell is going on?" Xiao Shujin is going crazy.

was inexplicably plotted before, and he almost died and fell lame.

This time it was even more ruthless, the home and factory were swept away, and it was really a return to the pre-liberation period.

Who will sell the remaining shell factory to? How much is it worth?

In the afternoon, the Industrial and Commercial Bureau came to inform Xiao Shujin that he was not allowed to go out recently, and that he and the director of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau would be present at that time.

"It's over, this time it's hard stubble, what should I do?" The director originally thought that the few people who appeared at the Industrial and Commercial Bureau that day, especially the woman, were just bluffing.

Unexpectedly, he was a muffled person who did big things, and he not only became a poor egg overnight, but also faced the fate of being censored.

I'm afraid that the official career is coming to an end.

"The factory is there, I want to give it back to them." There is not even a grass in it, those who really want to do business will not want such a factory, and those with little money can't afford it, Xiao Shujin now thinks of that factory, and a word will pop up in his heart: chicken ribs!

It's a pity to lose it, and the food is tasteless.

He now wants to recover the money he lost, during this time, he even deceived and used some shady means to sell a few properties of the Xiao family, and also found some objects in the old house and sold them cheaply, and finally saved 20,000 yuan, and all the work in one night was gone.

"It's too late for you to spit out and return the factory, what about the contents of it? That's not what the factory looked like when it was handed over to you. ”

"I don't know where the things are going, I still lost things at home, who do I talk to!"

The director of industry and commerce thought more far-reaching than him, Xu Wenli's first impression on him was not simple, it was absolutely impossible to say that it had nothing to do with her when so many things happened last night.

But how they managed to quietly move so many things in almost an instant is terrifying to think about.

People don't care about their lives, and it's as easy as crushing ants to kill someone with such a skill.

He doesn't even dare to think about work now, he just wants to save the lives of his family.

Three days later, the official in charge of the investigation in Kyoto arrived, and Xu Wenli followed them to the industrial and commercial bureau, and the director hurriedly sent someone to call Xiao Shujin, nodded and admitted his mistake, hoping that the people above and Xu Wenli would forgive them for their mistakes in work.

"Negligence...... What you said is really light, our textile factory you said to give away people, now you want to expose the matter with a mistake, think really beautiful! ”

Xiao Shujin turned his head and stared at Xu Wenli viciously: "The affairs of the Xiao family can't be mixed up by women, and neither can daughters-in-law!" ”

"My family is now in charge of Wenli, Xiao Shujin was too tolerant of you before, so I let you people hurt again and again, and now you dare to fight the idea of the gorgeous textile factory, have you forgotten the ancestral teachings of the Xiao family?" Xiao Wenduo is very satisfied with Xu Wenli's daughter-in-law.

Even if what he said just now was said by his son, he has to be trained, his family can marry a daughter-in-law like Xu Wenli, that is a blessing only when the ancestral tomb is smoking, and he will never agree if he dares to dislike his daughter-in-law.

"My dad treats your daughter-in-law much better than my own son." Xiao Jianjun whispered that he was a little jealous.