The large iron gate of the Hongyun Clothing Factory was locked tight, and a large crowd blocked the entrance.
One of them recognized Du Liya and shouted, "You're Du Liya, the owner's wife from the Hongyun Clothing Factory, aren't you? Hongyun owes us over ten thousand yuan for fabric! It's been three months, and we still haven't been paid!"
"They owe us for buttons, too."
"And for our zippers!"
The clamor gave Du Liya a splitting headache. Finally, Zheng Duo waved his hand and said, "Everyone, please quiet down. What exactly is going on? Can one person come forward as a representative and explain?"
Someone in the crowd muttered, "There's so many of you. Don't tell me you're also here to collect a debt from Hongyun?"
Eventually, one person did step forward. It was the man who had recognized Du Liya earlier—a man in his forties named Li Weiguo.
