Eighties Sweetheart Wife-Chapter 670: Questioning

But could she be completely honest?

So she said to Song Yunuan, "You child, are you questioning your auntie here?"

Song Yunuan laughed, "I am calling you auntie instead of Factory Director Sun right now. So, how should I address you to be entitled to inquire about the specific details of the jewelry shipment worth millions?"

These words made Sun Jinrong’s face instantly flush red.

Stammering, Sun Jinrong still told Song Yunuan, "Wait a moment, I’ll ask my secretary."

Song Yunuan asked her, "Then you don’t know the transportation details of this batch of goods?"

Sun Jinrong had to admit she didn’t know.

Song Yunuan let out a light laugh on the other side before her tone changed sharply, "Auntie, I just asked you about the second batch of adhesive we purchased. Whose product was it? Did you handle it?"

Sun Jinrong had to bite the bullet and say she did handle it.

But instinctively, she felt something was amiss and asked Song Yunuan what exactly had happened.

Song Yunuan said, "Comrade Sun Jinrong, as the Factory Director of Zhilan Jewelry Factory, you are in charge of the entire factory’s operations. You have a secretary, workshop managers, and a complete management hierarchy. A shipment of jewelry worth millions has gone from the factory to the ground and you, as the head of the factory, have no idea about the situation, and yet you turn around and ask me, isn’t that a bit ridiculous?"

At this, Sun Jinrong’s face instantly turned ashen, wishing she could immediately call and smash the phone.

But she didn’t dare, because the person she was facing was Song Yunuan, so she had to take a deep breath and gently speak to Song Yunuan, "Little Nuan, please tell your auntie what’s going on. Auntie has been too busy these past few days."

"Then tell me, what have you been busy with these past few days?"

Sun Jinrong on this end was silent.

Then Song Yunuan said, "Open the door to your office, I’m right outside."

Sun Jinrong’s heart skipped a beat, never expecting Song Yunuan to be in the hallway calling her.

This sneaky girl.

So wicked!

Sun Jinrong hurriedly hung up the phone.

She had been lying on the sofa, naturally without shoes and dressed in comfortable pajamas and sleep pants.

No one would dare to barge in at this time of day.

This place was the same as her own home.

She wanted to change clothes, but her office door was already being knocked on loudly.

Then Song Yunuan shouted from outside, "Auntie, open the door for me."

As Sun Jinrong was hurriedly trying to get dressed in her work attire, she hadn’t even undone the buttons on her pajamas when she heard a bang—the door to her office was kicked open.

Song Yunuan came in, and not only did she come in, but behind her followed Old Mrs. Song, Xia Guilan, and Lian Xiang.

Then the four of them saw Sun Jinrong, flustered as she tried to get dressed. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Old Mrs. Song strode quickly into the room.

Then she told Secretary Wang, who was on standby next door, "There’s a situation here, we need to talk privately, you stand guard at the door."

Secretary Wang blinked obediently, nodded her head, and then closed the door.

This Factory Director Sun... She didn’t like her one bit, so pretentious and lazy, full of issues, and looking down on others.

After knowing about her being an orphan, she even told others that she was a calamitous star and that those who were close to her would be unlucky.

Such harsh words she spoke.

Although she was orphaned, she wasn’t alone, as she grew up in her uncle’s home, and both her uncle and aunt treated her well.

And then both her uncle and aunt as well as her cousins were all quite good to her.

How could you, a factory director, talk like this?

But she still didn’t dare to show her feelings.

Times have changed, and university graduates no longer have guaranteed job placements. Finding a suitable job now is not so easy.

She highly valued her current job.

Even though Factory Director Sun actually treated her like a nanny or maid, she had to endure it.

At that moment, Secretary Wang stood outside the door; all these women were Sun Jinrong’s relatives.

She reported to Factory Director Sun that there seemed to be a problem with this batch of goods, which was now stuck at the checkpoint. She even asked if he wanted to make a call to inquire.

Unexpectedly, Factory Director Sun told her not to meddle and just do her own job.

What was her job supposed to be?

Running errands for Factory Director Sun, buying things, ordering meals and movie tickets, and even getting her tapes to watch videos...

Secretary Wang hoped to have another factory director instead.

This Sun Jinrong, when in charge, did not focus on work. At this rate, the factory is doomed sooner or later.

Old Mrs. Song, with trembling hands, pointed at Sun Jinrong: "Sun Jinrong, Sun Jinrong, you used to be a section chief. Is this how you do your job? Even if this is a lounge, changing into pajamas as if you’re at home, isn’t this too careless?"

Sun Jinrong said angrily, embarrassed, "Mom, why do you speak like that? How am I being careless?"

"Wearing pajamas in the factory, if that’s not being casual, what is?"

Song Yunuan furrowed her brow: "Grandma, let’s not talk about this for now. Let’s discuss the issue with this batch of jewelry."

Sun Jinrong stood at the door.

Her heart was on fire.

Yet she dared not show it and could only glare secretly at Old Mrs. Song and her two sisters-in-law.

As for Song Yunuan... she didn’t dare look at her, because today the young girl’s cold and stern presence made her legs feel weak.

What on earth had happened?

Song Yunuan said to Sun Jinrong, "The adhesive for this batch is not up to standard. The hairpins and barrettes’ rhinestones all fell off during a spot check at the checkpoint, and the same happened to the brooches, they’d fall off with a single touch. The goods on the other trucks are now stuck at customs. Factory Director Sun, can you tell me what to do about this?"

Sun Jinrong’s face turned white.

Adhesive not up to standard and all the rhinestones falling off?

Not to mention anything else, just the brooches’ rhinestones, although artificial, are quite expensive. What do they look like after falling off?

They’re just scrap metal, aren’t they?

She instinctively asked, "Is this true or false?"

Song Yunuan pointed at Sun Jinrong with a faint gesture, laughter born of anger escaping her as she turned to speak to Old Mrs. Song: "Grandma, you’re an experienced old lady. Listen to this. She’s the factory director of Zhilan Jewelry Factory, yet she’s asking me if this is real or fake. Is she joking? Is this play-pretend?"

Old Mrs. Song’s face showed not the slightest hint of happiness.

No one set a trap for Sun Jinrong.

She’s the one who keeps seeking her own doom.

The factory here is somewhat independent after all.

As her mother-in-law, she was just supposed to enjoy retirement peacefully.

She rarely interfered with the factory’s affairs, Little Nuan was managing so many stalls, and she seldom asked about this side.

Then there’s Xia Guilan and Lian Xiang, one the eldest sister-in-law, the other the second sister-in-law.

How to ask? Who is to ask? They’ve already had several unpleasant altercations. If Xia Guilan were to inquire about any troubles in Sun Jinrong’s factory now, wouldn’t Sun Jinrong get immediately defensive?

Lian Xiang would be the same.

Old Mrs. Song was gnashing her teeth: "Didn’t you promise me that I could rest easy, assuring me that you’d work hard and there’d be not a single mistake?"

Old Mrs. Song slammed the table hard, roaring, "Sun Jinrong, now tell me, what do you plan to do with this batch of goods worth tens of millions?"