Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 251 - 87: Weaver

"Brother Yong!"

"Brother Yong!"

"..."

As he passed through the hotel corridor, the security guards and waitstaff all stopped and greeted him, instinctively avoiding his gaze.

"Hmm."

Zhang Yong nodded expressionlessly, pushing open the room at the end of the corridor.

As Yu Hua’s top enforcer, Zhang Yong wasn’t very old, yet he’d been in this line of work for over a decade. The two menacing scars on his face were both bitter experiences and some kind of badge of honor.

The many dark sides he’d been exposed to over the years made him ruthless and unmerciful, executing tasks with precision and earning the big bosses’ trust.

"Ah!"

"No..."

The room was well soundproofed.

From outside the door, not a sound could be heard. But upon opening it, screams filled with terror, fear, and a hint of trembling pierced the air.

"Brother Yong!" 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"You’ve arrived."

The men in black suits inside stood up quickly when they saw Zhang Yong enter, halting their card games and drinks.

"Hmm."

Zhang Yong nodded:

"How’s it going?"

"What else can I say?" one chuckled lightly:

"That guy, Zhou, is from the countryside. His family has three acres of land and a rundown house, but even selling everything they couldn’t cover the 200,000 debt."

"Lucky for him, he has a pretty girlfriend..."

"Heh heh..."

As if recalling something, he chuckled sinisterly.

In the corner of the room, two burly men in black were beating a person, who was already bruised and swollen, but the delicate features were still faintly visible.

From the countryside?

Yet so delicate?

Looks like he was pampered at home, no wonder he can’t endure hardship.

One of the men in black kicked the young man straight in the chest, sending him sprawling on the ground. The massive force caused his eyes to go vacant, gasping for breath.

"Hold back a bit."

Zhang Yong frowned:

"If he dies, it’s hard to handle."

"Yes, Brother Yong." The man in black nodded, then bent down to slap the young man’s face and grabbed his collar:

"Kid, where’s your girlfriend now?"

"Bro!"

"Big Bro..." the young man trembled as he spoke:

"It’s got nothing to do with her, don’t... don’t mess with her."

"Damn!"

The man in black slapped him again:

"Still acting all loyal, but if it wasn’t for your girlfriend signing alongside you, would we have agreed to the 200,000 loan?"

"Dragging your girlfriend into it, loyalty’s fed to the dogs?"

"Bang!"

The man in black continued punching and kicking mercilessly. The young man had never been beaten like this before, letting out a series of cries, retreating backwards.

"Say it or not?"

"Will you damn well say it or not!"

"I’ll say! I’ll say!" Seeing a fist coming directly at his temple, the sense of impending death caused his eyes to lose focus, and he screamed in panic:

"She went to a textile factory called Yunzhi, working as a weaver there. She’s blocked me, I really don’t know anything else."

"Yunzhi." Zhang Yong lit a cigarette, squinting amidst the curled smoke:

"Check out the place."

"It’s in the northern outskirts of Qu City." Someone looked up from his phone screen and said:

"There are many textile factories there."

"Let’s go."

Zhang Yong nodded:

"Go take a look."

......

The textile workshop was filled with machinery, constantly emitting a lot of heat, raising the workshop’s temperature up to thirty or forty degrees.

Moreover, due to the materials’ numerous temperature and humidity requirements, installing air conditioning for cooling in small factories was not worth it.

Not to mention air conditioning,

Some couldn’t even deal with the standing water on the ground in time.

In the steamy heat, wading through accumulated water, the constant buzzing of machines.

Women working in such a workshop mostly wore just close-fitting clothing, yet they were still drenched in sweat, their clothes soaked through, appearing quite inelegant.

Working long-term in such an environment would lead to various physical abnormalities, with conditions like hearing loss and other occupational diseases resulting from it.

"Yueyue, just bear with it for a few more days."

Sister Li wiped the sweat from her face, smiling:

"The new workshop’s about to start, with a better environment and lower temperature, so we won’t have to suffer like this every day."

"Hmm." Jian Yue nodded:

"If the salary could be increased a bit, it would be even better."

She pursed her lips, lowered her head, and continued working, sweat dripping down her delicate features, slowly falling off her smooth chin and nose.

Water rippled on the ground.

Also causing her graceful figure to ripple.

Since young, people around her always praised Jian Yue for her beauty, and she was much adored, but beauty couldn’t always put food on the table.

Sometimes, it even led to resentment.

"Hehe..." Her friend and confidante Xu Tong giggled beside her:

"Yueyue, you’re still so money-minded. With your looks, getting money shouldn’t be that hard, right?"

"But don’t bother about this, our work hours are short, and our salary isn’t much less than the weavers in nearby factories."

"Chances of a pay raise are slim."

"True." Sister Li nodded:

"Since we got a new boss, things have been much easier compared to before. You two came late, so you don’t know how things were then..."

"But."

She paused in her actions and said:

"Our work hours are short, and we produce fewer products, meaning the factory’s profitability isn’t high. We don’t know if it can keep going."

"Sister Li." Xu Tong pouted:

"We’re just laborers, no need to worry about the capitalists. I say the shorter our working hours, the better, as long as the salary isn’t low."

"..."

Sister Li shook her head.

She didn’t know much about capitalists.

But experience told her that if a factory wasn’t doing well, workers would be laid off, and bosses and workers weren’t adversaries.

On the contrary,

they complement each other.

But some bosses are indeed heartless, and one should definitely not work for such people.

"I heard the boss brought in a few senior weavers from the south, supposedly intangible cultural heritage inheritors, to teach us weaving techniques."