Siheyuan: The wife pays off the husband's debt, Huairu's mentality collapses

The two smiled at each other, their wine glasses clinked lightly, and the wine rippled in the glasses, as if foreshadowing a new beginning.

"By the way, Sumu." Director Yang suddenly remembered something, "Next week I will take you to an industry exchange meeting. You must prepare well and try to show your abilities at the meeting."

"Okay, I will try my best to prepare." Su Mu nodded in response, his heart full of anticipation.

With the encouragement and support from Director Yang, Su Mu gradually became more determined.

He knew that this was not just a change of position, but also a new starting point in his life.

No matter how difficult the future may be, he will face it bravely and embrace his own challenges and opportunities.

Just as the conversation between Su Mu and Director Yang was getting deeper and deeper, Yan Bugui outside the door had already been listening quietly in the dark.

Anger and jealousy burned in his heart, and the expression on his face became increasingly gloomy.

Yan Bugui believes that he has more qualifications and experience in the steel rolling mill.

Now that he has been promoted by a young junior, he can't help feeling unfair.

He gritted his teeth secretly, thinking about every dissatisfaction of Su Mu. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He even tapped lightly on the door frame with his fingers, making a faint sound.

At this moment, Su Mu's keen perception made him notice something unusual.

He frowned slightly and said softly to Director Yang: "Director Yang, please wait a moment. I will go and take a look."

Well, he stood up and walked towards the door.

The moment he opened the door, Su Mu saw Yan Bugui preparing to slip away with an unnatural smile on his face.

Seeing this, Yan Bugui's heart tightened. He tried to pretend that nothing had happened and said calmly, "Why, is it not possible?"

"Uncle Yan, are you taking a walk to the doorstep of my house?" Su Mu curled his lips with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

His gaze pierced Yan Bugui like a sharp sword, causing the latter to panic.

Yan Bugui suppressed his uneasiness and said casually, "I was just passing by and didn't expect to disturb your conversation." He thought to himself that Su Mu was just a small-time figure who had just been promoted, so why bother with him.

"Oh, is it so?"

Su Mu disagreed, his tone was provocative, "Don't forget, I am familiar with every corner of the courtyard, and your purpose of hanging around here is not that simple." He smiled slightly, with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

Yan Bugui was burning with anger, but had no place to vent it.

He snorted coldly and tried to change the subject: "I just came to see your bearing as the new workshop director. I didn't expect you to be so courageous."

"Courage? That's what I deserve." Su Mu looked directly at Yan Bugui, a surge of confidence in his heart, "And you, it seems, are left with only jealousy and resentment."

Yan Bugui's expression changed slightly, and he thought to himself, when had he ever been looked down upon by a junior like this?

He took a deep breath and prepared to fight back, but was suppressed by Su Mu's calm aura.

At this time, Sumu is no longer the buyer at the steel mill.

But a workshop manager who is about to take on the challenge.

"Uncle Yan, since you are just passing by, why don't you come in and sit down?"

Su Mu suddenly changed his tone, with a malicious smile on his face, as if inviting Yan Bugui to enter a field he did not want to step into.

Yan Bugui was shocked and realized that he had fallen into Su Mu's trap.

However, he was unwilling to show weakness, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, trying to maintain his face: "I have something else to do, let's talk another day."

After saying that, he turned around quickly and left in a hurry.

As soon as Yan Bugui turned around, Su Mu's sneer sounded behind him: "Uncle San, please don't be in a hurry to leave. Don't you want to hear the work plan of me, the new workshop director?"

Yan Bugui's heart tightened, he stopped and turned around, the smile on his face had disappeared, replaced by anger:

"Who do you think you are? How dare you shout in front of me? You are just a small newcomer. How ridiculous!"

"You are the funny one, Third Uncle Yan." Su Mu responded with disdain, his tone full of sarcasm, "Do you think your qualifications can scare me? In my eyes, you are just an old man who has lost his fighting spirit."

The two men confronted each other, and the air was filled with tension.

Yan Bugui's face became increasingly gloomy, and the anger in his heart almost burst out: "Don't think that you can be arrogant just because you are a director. I tell you, today I will let you know what respect means!"

"Respect?" Su Mu sneered, his eyes sharp as a knife, staring directly at Yan Bugui, "Who do you want to respect? An old fox who schemes insidiously behind your back? Or a loser who can only vent his jealousy in the dark?"

At this time, Director Yang in the room finally couldn't help it, stood up, and said in a low and majestic voice: "Yan Bugui, you are making a lot of noise here, aren't you afraid that it will affect the image of the factory?"

When Yan Bugui saw Director Yang coming out, he panicked and quickly adjusted his tone, pretending to be humble: "Director Yang, I was just discussing some work matters with Su Mu. I didn't expect that he, so young, would be so excited..."

"Discuss?" Director Yang smiled coldly, his eyes like knives, staring directly at Yan Bugui, "I think you are just here to pick a fight, don't you think I can't see it?"

Su Mu was secretly pleased when he saw this, so he took the opportunity to exaggerate and said, "Director Yang, the Third Uncle is deliberately provoking me, you have to help me!"

Yan Bugui was filled with rage, but he had no way to vent it. He put on a flattering smile and tried to please Director Yang: "Director Yang, don't get me wrong, I really am..."

"Shut up!" Director Yang interrupted him, his face becoming increasingly gloomy. "I don't want to hear your explanation. Your behavior here today has already disappointed me."

Yan Bugui's face turned pale instantly, and he thought to himself that something was wrong.

Knowing that he had lost face in front of Director Yang, he was speechless.

I could only lower my head in embarrassment, gritting my teeth in my heart, with anger and humiliation intertwined.

Su Mu watched coldly from the side, feeling secretly proud of himself, knowing that he had the upper hand in this confrontation.

Director Yang's gaze was as cold as ice, staring directly at Yan Bugui, and his tone was filled with unquestionable majesty: "Yan Bugui, do you know what mutual respect means?"

Before he finished speaking, the residents in the house came over, their ears perked up, whispering, and guessing what had happened.

Someone whispered, "I heard that Uncle Yan and the new director Su Mu had a quarrel. What a rare thing!" Another person shook his head, "This is no small matter. Director Yang has come forward. It seems that Uncle Yan has caused trouble this time."

"Oh, isn't Yan Bugui usually very talkative? Why is he so weak in front of Director Yang today?"

"Yeah, Director Yang's eyes are like knives. I would be scared if I were him. Uncle San has hit a wall this time."