“What’s going on?”
This shout made everyone pause and then look over.
They saw a young man rushing over with an indignant expression. He looked like Han Jun, the head of the purchasing department under Wang Yu.
Han Jun had come to Jianglin City with Wang Yu to support the disaster relief efforts. He had personally witnessed how hard and tired their factory director had been working.
Yet, Fang Zhongtian, that scoundrel, shamelessly claimed all the credit.
Coupled with the previous incident involving his nephew, Fang Jie, the head of security at the auto factory, and the conflict stemming from that hardware factory matter, Han Jun didn't hesitate to rush over and yell angrily.
“Who is this? Who’s this little brat shouting nonsense here? Get lost!”
Fang Zhongtian looked at Han Jun, his face instantly turning ugly, and he immediately started yelling.
“Where is everyone? Get over here!”
As Fang Zhongtian shouted, the workers from the surrounding Metallurgy General Plant, who were busy, all gathered around.
Although they also looked down on Fang Zhongtian’s character, he was still their leader. Not listening to him would lead to trouble later.
“You! You people from the Metallurgy General Plant, have you no shame? Our little factory director worked so hard overnight that he fainted, and you guys are shamelessly taking all the credit!”
Han Jun was furious, but the surrounding workers from the Metallurgy General Plant were already closing in on him.
“Brother Jun, stop talking, let’s go!”
“A wise man doesn’t fight when the situation is unfavorable!”
Two other workers from the auto factory, seeing that the situation was not good, quickly grabbed Han Jun from either side, covering his mouth to stop him from speaking further.
The group pushed their way out before they were completely surrounded, leaving Fang Zhongtian still cursing behind them.
“A few little brats, forget you, even if Wang Yu, that little bastard, were here, what could he do?”
Fang Zhongtian continued to curse profusely, then looked at Han Jun and the others walking away, spitting in hatred.
“Hey, you! Later, cut this part out, no broadcasting.” He said fiercely to Old Li and the county television station staff, a venomous glint like that of a jackal or hyena in Fang Zhongtian’s eyes.
“Yes, yes.” Old Li quickly agreed, then, seeing Fang Zhongtian return to his decent appearance, he turned his back and sneered dismissively.
…
After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Wang Yu groggily woke up to a cacophony of noise.
“What’s going on?” He looked around curiously and found himself leaning against a wall.
“You’re awake?”
Wu Lingling asked. She had been by Wang Yu's side the entire time.
“Why is it so noisy?” Wang Yu got up and noticed he was covered with a military coat, likely because Wu Lingling was worried he would catch a cold.
“A few guys, from Jiangyang County, are trying to claim your credit.” Wu Lingling pouted. Wang Yu followed her gaze and saw Han Jun and the others looking indignant, whispering amongst themselves.
“What credit do I have that’s worth claiming?” Wang Yu smiled and casually took off the military coat, carefully folding it and placing it aside.
“For coming to help with disaster relief in the first place!” Wu Lingling said matter-of-factly. “And for staying up all night to restore power, haven’t you seen your hands?”
Hearing Wu Lingling’s words, Wang Yu finally noticed the sharp pain in his fingers. He raised them to look and saw that several of his fingers were bandaged so tightly they looked like radishes.
“Uh, my fingers…”
Wang Yu suddenly remembered. He had been busy all night.
He had modified and assembled more than ten temporary fuel generators entirely by hand. This was no small feat!
Many parts, like components and coils, had to be adjusted by touch, and consequently, his entire hand was severely damaged.
The various cuts and scratches, looking back now, really hurt like hell!
As if realizing it belatedly, Wang Yu couldn’t help but wince in pain.
“You know it hurts now? How were you like an iron man when you were busy?” Wu Lingling rolled her eyes impatiently.
Wang Yu just smiled at her complaint and then looked at the bandages on his hands.
“Did you wrap these for me?”
“Of course. They were bloody and mangled at the time. It’s lucky I helped the nurse bandage the wounded before. I’m just putting my skills to use now.”
Wu Lingling answered directly, and Wang Yu laughed heartily.
“Honestly, your handiwork is terrible. Without knowing, one would think this is a mummy.” Wang Yu said with a laugh, and then began to unwind the bandages.
“Hey, what are you doing?” Wu Lingling quickly tried to stop him.
“You’re being unprofessional.” Wang Yu smiled and unwound the bandages, then winked at a worker from the auto factory. “How can I work like this? People who really work know how to handle things.”
The worker immediately brought over a roll of tape.
“Tape? You…”
Before Wu Lingling could finish, Wang Yu had already wrapped the wounds on his fingers with tape, layer by layer.
“It’s a minor issue. I’ll be fine after a couple of days of rest. The priority now is to get back to work.” Wang Yu said nonchalantly.
“Still going to work? Didn’t you see them snatching your honor and credit?”
Wu Lingling pointed at Han Jun and the others impatiently.
“Perhaps you think what I’m about to say is pretentious, feigning aloofness. But I must say, those things were just what I should have done. They are not to be claimed as credit or honor, and none of it should be built upon a disaster.”
Wang Yu said earnestly to Wu Lingling, then directly called Han Jun and the others over.
“What’s going on?” he asked, carefully wrapping his wounds with tape. The bloody injuries made him wince with pain intermittently.
“That Fang Zhongtian came to steal our credit.”
Han Jun said indignantly. “It’s clearly the result of your hard work, yet he brings a few people to put on a show, and it becomes theirs!”
“Oh, Fang Zhongtian, Fang Jie’s uncle?” Wang Yu smiled. “It’s alright. The truth will eventually come out, and falsehoods will be exposed. We just need to do our own jobs. There’s no need to get angry with them.
Many things we do are not for others to say, but for ourselves to ask if we should.”
“But…”
“No buts. What’s the situation with the disaster now?” Wang Yu waved his hand and asked.
“It’s basically contained. Rescue and relief personnel from various areas are arriving sequentially. Disaster relief is underway, and residents buried under the rubble are being rescued one by one.”
“That’s good.” Wang Yu nodded, then glanced at the slick middle-aged man in the distance, who was jumping around and shouting in front of the camera. It was likely Fang Zhongtian.
“As for this guy… I have a small idea, a little joke.”
A sly smile suddenly appeared on Wang Yu’s lips.