Back to the Past: The Rise of the False Heiress Marrying the True Tycoon C.733 - : Injustice

Chapter 733: Injustice

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Gu Zu walked out of the newspaper office, her complexion rosy and her body feeling invigorated. She was unaware of the background of Director Zhao from the printing department, which seemed to instill fear in the rest of the office staff. However, when it came to workplace exploitation, she refused to endure it silently.

After all, in her previous life, she was one of the countless workers who had suffered the stifling oppression of senior company officials.

Now, having transmigrated into a book, was she expected to swallow her pride as she had done in her past life, enduring servitude and exploitation? Absolutely not!

Moreover, her outright refusal of Director Zhao’s oppression was based on her past experiences. She was no longer the greenhorn she had been when she first entered the workforce. She knew all too well that such matters couldn’t simply be endured and forgotten.

The more you conceded, the more malicious the treatment you received.

People like Director Zhao, who used their positions to bully others, would continue to squeeze you if they perceived you as a pushover. However, if you showed strength from the beginning, they would indeed be wary of you.

The Guangcheng Daily Newspaper was a golden rice bowl, no doubt, but Gu Zu was indeed a woman of genuine talent and learning. She had been specially recruited by Guan Xin. If Director Zhao were to drive her away, the newspaper’s foreign language writing work would fall into a state of semi-stagnation. Such a loss would not be tolerated by the newspaper, and Director Zhao knew he couldn’t afford to do it. He was merely trying to intimidate Gu Zu.

But Gu Zu wouldn’t be cowed by his bluster. If Director Zhao was arrogant, she would be even more so. Even if she had to take a step back, this job wasn’t a necessity for her. If the Guangcheng Daily Newspaper truly allowed Director Zhao to act recklessly, she saw no need to stay.

As Gu Zu pondered these matters, she pushed her bicycle a few steps forward, preparing to mount it and ride home. Suddenly, she heard a shout from behind, “Gu Zu, wait for me, it’s Guan Xin!”

Gu Zu halted, turning to see Guan Xin catching up, slightly out of breath. It seemed she had been calling out to her for a while. Gu Zu apologized, “I’m sorry, I was lost in thought. I didn’t see you today and thought you couldn’t make it back, so I was about to head home.”

Guan Xin caught up and walked alongside Gu Zu, explaining, “There was a last-minute news story, so I rushed to cover it. But I promised to treat you to lunch today, so I made sure to come back. Let’s go to that restaurant.”

Guan Xin pointed to a privately-owned restaurant across the street. Gu Zu glanced at it, then followed Guan Xin’s lead, shifting their direction towards the eatery. As they walked, Gu Zu brought up the matter of Director Zhao. “I don’t mind where we eat, but I had a bit of an issue on my first day at work. Director Zhao tried to get me to do some menial tasks, which I refused. He even threatened to fire me. Guan Xin, is this a big problem?”

Guan Xin, upon hearing this, didn’t seem overly concerned. “You mean Director Zhao from the printing department? What’s he up to now? Don’t worry about him. You were brought in by me, he can’t just fire you as he pleases. Let’s go in and order some food, we can talk more while we eat…”

Meanwhile, at the school, it was Su Bing and his brother’s first day. Everything had gone smoothly, except for a small incident involving Su Li, which had left him feeling quite upset.

When the bell rang for the last class of the day, Su Li sat in a corner, tears quietly streaming down his face. Not wanting his classmates to notice, he laid his head down on the desk, trying to hold back his tears.

But perhaps the sense of injustice was too great. The more he tried to hold back his tears, the more they flowed. Eventually, he couldn’t help but sob.

He hadn’t noticed that the last class was Chinese Literature, and when the teacher, Yang Zhen, began the lesson, she noticed Su Li in the corner, his shoulders shaking as he cried, and her brow furrowed.

In the classroom, Su Li was of average height, yet his seat was tucked away in a corner against the wall, not even in the last row. Moreover, there was an empty seat in that last row. Why wasn’t Su Li allowed to sit there?

Yang Zhen couldn’t understand. She walked over to Su Li and asked, “Su Li, it’s Teacher Yang. Can you tell me what happened?”

Upon hearing Teacher Yang’s voice, Su Li felt a bit comforted. His mother had told him that if he ever faced difficulties with Teacher Zhou at school, he could seek help from Teacher Yang.

In that moment, Su Li felt a sense of reassurance. He stopped crying, sat up straight, and looked at Teacher Yang with red-rimmed eyes.

“Teacher Yang,” he said, “Teacher Zhou said my grades are poor and that I might affect the other students. She won’t let me sit with them. Do I really have to sit here? I really don’t want to.”