Rebirth of Bloody Romance

Zhong Yuemin picked up his wine glass, stood up, and swept his eyes firmly over every worker present. His voice echoed in the cafeteria, full of strength and warmth. "Comrades, brothers and sisters, tonight, I stand here with a heart full of immense gratitude. It is you who, with your sweat and wisdom, have given the Woolen Mill No. 3 a new lease of life and brought our products to a broader market. This achievement belongs to each and every one of us!"

Zhong Yuemin paused, his eyes flickering with determination. "Therefore, I have decided that in order to thank everyone for their hard work during this period, all comrades who insist on working on the first, second and third days of the Chinese New Year will enjoy triple wages. This is our factory's heartfelt greeting to everyone, and it is also an affirmation of our common spirit of struggle!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of astonishment in the cafeteria. The workers looked at each other, as if they couldn't believe their ears. In their view, such a decision was undoubtedly an unexpected surprise and a great recognition of the value of their work.

Upon seeing this, Deputy Director Zhang stood up quickly, with a worried tone in his voice. "Director Zhong, this decision...shouldn't we consult our superiors first? After all, there is no precedent for such a welfare policy. Moreover, if we make a decision without approval, our superiors may be dissatisfied with it."

Zhong Yuemin smiled slightly when he heard this, his eyes revealing unquestionable determination. "Deputy Director Zhang, I understand your concerns. But please believe that I did this after careful consideration. The success of the Wool Spinning Plant No. 3 today depends on the joint efforts and selfless dedication of all our employees. Now, it's time for us to give back to everyone. As for the superiors, I will explain it in person, and I believe they will understand and support our decision."

As soon as the words fell, thunderous applause and cheers broke out in the cafeteria. The workers stood up one after another, their faces filled with indescribable joy and excitement. They shouted:

"Well done, Director Zhong!"

"Long live Director Zhong!"

"Director Zhong, we toast to you!"

At this moment, every corner of the wool spinning factory was filled with warmth and strength. Zhong Yuemin's decision was not only a recognition and reward for the hard work of the workers, but also inspired everyone's infinite enthusiasm and motivation for future work.

As the night deepened, at the New Year's Eve party of the Woolen Textile Factory No. 3, the lights were bright, the voices were bustling, and amidst the laughter and joy, Zhong Yuemin became the focus of everyone's attention.

Zhong Yuemin was wearing a well-tailored suit, and his handsome face looked even more uninhibited and free and easy under the light. His gestures revealed an indescribable charm. With his vigorous style and people-friendly attitude, he quickly won the respect and love of the whole factory.

The party reached its climax with melodious music, laughter and applause interweaving into a sea of ​​joy.

Suddenly, a worker came towards Zhong Yuemin with a glass of wine in hand, smiling, his eyes sparkling with admiration and gratitude. "Director Zhong, you have worked hard this year. I want to toast you. Let me drink first!"

His voice was loud and sincere, which made the whole scene quiet down. Everyone turned their eyes to Zhong Yuemin and the worker.

Zhong Yuemin smiled slightly, with a trace of relief and emotion in his eyes. He stood up and nodded to the worker to accept the toast.

The worker's face was filled with a sincere smile, he raised the glass above his head, and then drank it all in one gulp. The wine flowed down his throat, bringing a warm feeling.

"Good!" The people around cheered and applauded. They appreciated the worker's generosity and also felt the affinity and charm of Zhong Yuemin as the factory director.

Zhong Yuemin smiled and raised his glass, clinked it with the worker's, and then drank the wine in the glass without hesitation. His action was elegant and generous, winning more cheers.

After putting down his glass, Zhong Yuemin looked at the worker and said affectionately, "Thank you for your kindness. I wish you good health and smooth work in the new year. Let's toast together and wish the wool spinning factory No. 3 will get better and better!"

Zhong Yuemin's words were warm and powerful, like a warm current, instantly warming the hearts of everyone present. Everyone raised their glasses and shouted together, "I wish the Wool Spinning Factory No. 3 will get better and better!"

At this time, the music sounded again, and the cheerful melody filled the whole space. People began to dance, laugh, and enjoy this wonderful night.

However, this was just the beginning. After the first glass of wine was drunk, it was like opening the mysterious and dangerous Pandora's box. In the following time, Zhong Yuemin became the busiest person in the whole venue.

Wave after wave of workers, technicians, and even family members who were rarely seen on weekdays, all came to toast him to express their gratitude and high respect for the new factory director.

Zhong Yuemin could barely cope with it at the beginning, but as time went by, he gradually felt the heavy pressure. The wine glasses in front of him were like surging tides, pouring towards him continuously, and each glass of wine carried an extremely heavy friendship and earnest expectations.

Zhong Yuemin thought to himself, "If this continues, I'll be drunk and fall to the ground."

So, Zhong Yuemin stood up suddenly, raised the wine glass in his hand high, and wanted to try to change the atmosphere of the scene.

"Comrades, listen to me." Zhong Yuemin's voice was clear and firm, instantly attracting the attention of the whole audience. He raised his hand slightly, signaling everyone to be quiet.

"Tonight, I feel everyone's trust and support for me. I, Zhong Yuemin, will remember this friendship in my heart." Zhong Yuemin swept his eyes over everyone, his eyes full of gratitude. "But, although the wine is good, don't drink too much. For our health and to work better tomorrow, I suggest that we all raise our glasses together and toast to the future of the Third Wool Spinning Factory!"

After that, Zhong Yuemin was the first to drink the wine in his glass. His generosity and sincerity once again won thunderous applause from the audience. However, the "warriors" of the Third Wool Textile Factory were obviously unwilling to let go of this hero in their hearts easily.

"Director Zhong, even though that's the case, our intentions cannot be discounted!" A middle-aged female worker joked with a smile, still holding the wine glass tightly in her hand. Her colleagues around her echoed her, with enthusiastic smiles on their faces.

Zhong Yuemin smiled, knowing that these workers sincerely wanted to celebrate this moment of victory with him, but as a leader, he still had to remain rational and remind everyone to drink in moderation.

So, Zhong Yuemin said gently: "I understand how you feel, but our goal today is to have fun, not to get drunk!"

Everyone burst into laughter when they heard this, and the atmosphere was relaxed and happy. At this time, another worker stood up and said, "Director Zhong is right. We should drink according to our ability and not let the leaders worry!" Others nodded in agreement, and Zhong Yuemin nodded in response with satisfaction.

"Director Zhong, please treat us equally!" The male colleagues echoed one after another, their voices rising and falling, interweaving together to form a strong wave of voices. Zhong Yuemin was infected by everyone's enthusiasm and showed a bright smile on his face, but at the same time he felt a little helpless.

"Director Zhong, we female comrades didn't drink alcohol before, but today we drank all for you." This is a young female comrade. Her voice is crisp and pleasant, with a hint of playfulness and cuteness.

Zhong Yuemin heard this and said, "Your reason is so strong that I can't find any reason to refute it." He also knew that these female employees were usually very hardworking and simple people. The reason why they could drink so happily today was entirely because his arrival brought them joy.

However, facing such a "kindness that cannot be refused", Zhong Yuemin could not help but smile bitterly. He knew very well that this was not just a simple toast, but also a kind of trust and expectation of all the employees in the factory.

Although Zhong Yuemin had felt the pressure on his shoulders, he did not back down at this moment. Instead, he became more determined to run the Third Woolen Textile Factory well and let all employees live a better life.

So, Zhong Yuemin took a deep breath and raised his glass again. He looked at everyone present, his eyes full of gratitude and determination. "Thank you, everyone. I am so happy to celebrate the New Year with you all today. I will drink first to show my respect!"

After saying that, Zhong Yuemin raised his head and drank all the liquor in the glass. Seeing this, everyone applauded and cheered, and the atmosphere became lively again.

In this way, amidst laughter and joy, Zhong Yuemin and his comrades from the No. 3 Woolen Textile Factory spent this unforgettable New Year's Eve together.

The final scene is imaginable. Zhong Yuemin was drunk and had a blackout.

The night was deep. The noise of the party gradually faded away, leaving only occasional laughter and joy, gently echoing in the night sky.

Zhong Yuemin, the factory director who is usually full of vigor and vitality, is now lying on the soft bed, deeply drunk, with a satisfied and blurred smile on his face.

The door of the room was gently pushed open, and a slender figure quietly entered. It was Gao Yue. Her face was full of complex emotions, including heartache, worry, doubt, and a hint of tenderness and expectation that was not easily detected.

Gao Yue slowly walked to the bedside and stared at the sleeping Zhong Yuemin, with thousands of thoughts flashing through her eyes. His tightly closed eyes and slightly trembling eyelashes seemed to be telling the story deep in his heart.

Gao Yue sighed softly, reached out her hand, and stroked Zhong Yuemin's face, feeling the warmth on his cheek and his slightly tipsy breath.

The bright moonlight shone through the gaps in the curtains, and sprinkled on Zhong Yuemin's angular face, as if covering him with a layer of silver gauze, adding a bit of softness and mystery to him. At this time, Zhong Yuemin closed his eyes tightly, frowned slightly, and seemed to be immersed in a beautiful dream and couldn't extricate himself.

The world in his dream was bizarre, yet extremely real, and he was intoxicated by it. He felt as if his body was floating in the air, surrounded by brilliant colors and wonderful scenes.

In this dreamlike world, there is a beautiful woman entangled with Zhong Yuemin. They hug and kiss each other, and the passion between them burns like a flame.

Zhong Yuemin tried to open his eyes, wanting to see clearly who the woman with whom he was lingering was, but the strong intoxication made his vision blurry, and everything in front of him seemed to be shrouded in a fog, seeming unreal. He could only vaguely see the woman's graceful figure and her charming face.

"My intoxicated eyes cannot see your expression." Zhong Yuemin muttered in his dream, his voice full of doubt and desire. He reached out to touch the woman's face, trying to feel the warmth of her skin, but he only felt nothing.

However, the woman was not disappointed by his confusion. Instead, she just smiled gently, with deep love in her eyes. She gently stroked Zhong Yuemin's hair, as if to soothe all his troubles. There was a kind of power in her eyes, a power that could see into the depths of his heart.

Zhong Yuemin was intoxicated by this warm atmosphere, trying to understand the woman's feelings. A strong emotion surged in his heart, but when he tried to express it, he found that his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't make a sound.

The woman seemed to understand his thoughts. She shook her head slightly, indicating that he didn't need to say anything more. Her eyes told him that she knew his feelings and understood his confusion. She was willing to wait, waiting for him to truly understand this feeling.

Zhong Yuemin could feel the other person's awkwardness and nervousness, which caused a strong urge to surge in his heart - to protect this woman.

Zhong Yuemin tried to reach out his hand, hoping to bring her more comfort and encouragement. However, the effect of alcohol made his movements clumsy and weak. His fingers danced in the air, trying to grab something, but eventually fell down weakly.

In this hazy dream, Zhong Yuemin could only quietly endure the tenderness and sweetness from the dream. He seemed to be immersed in a world that was both real and illusory. Every time he touched her skin, his heart surged and he couldn't extricate himself. However, he could never fully grasp this feeling, just like looking at flowers in the fog or the moon in the water.

The night was still long and endless, and Zhong Yuemin's breathing gradually became steady, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep. Perhaps in his dream, he was still continuing his unfinished beautiful dream, enjoying the intoxicating gentleness.

All this, for Gao Yue, was another indescribable experience. She stood quietly beside the bed, watching Zhong Yuemin struggling and enjoying himself in his dream, with complex emotions surging in her heart. Her eyes gradually softened, as if she could see through the dream the deepest desire and pursuit in Zhong Yuemin's heart.

Gao Yue knew that this erotic dream was just the product of Zhong Yuemin's alcoholism, but she could not deny the throbbing in her heart. She gently covered Zhong Yuemin with the quilt, and her fingers accidentally touched his cheek. At that moment, a warm current surged into her heart. She stared at his sleeping face, felt his steady breathing, and her heart was filled with endless tenderness.

However, Gao Yue knew that this feeling could only be hidden deep in her heart.

So, Gao Yue turned around and left silently, leaving the room in silence and unfinished love. She gently closed the door, letting Zhong Yuemin continue to immerse himself in a sweet dream.

When the first rays of sunlight penetrated the clouds and shone into the lounge at dawn, Zhong Yuemin slowly opened his eyes. He rubbed his heavy head and tried to recall everything that happened last night, but apart from vague fragments of memory, everything seemed so far away.

Zhong Yuemin stood up and prepared to start a new day.