75: Wang Fugui, who died in the company

Wang Fugui was completely numb.

He stiffly turned his head, looking at the dark iron lump, then at the Bosss Wife's increasingly bright phoenix eyes.

He felt like he wasn't about to lift a mold, but rather a sacrificial offering being placed on an altar.

Under everyone's gaze, he could only take heavy steps, moving inch by inch toward the two-hundred-catty iron mold.

He walked up to the mold, bent down, and grasped the cold edge of the mold with both hands.

He set his stance, straightened his back, and sank his Qi into his Dantian.

All eyes in the venue were focused on him. He could clearly hear the Bosss Wife's slightly hurried breathing behind him, mixed with excitement and anticipation.

He took a deep breath. The scent, a mixture of sweat and a unique masculine aura, caused Bosss Wife's breathing to hitch.

"Hah!"

Wang Fugui let out a low roar. The muscles in his arms instantly bulged, and thick, knotted blue veins popped out from beneath his bronze skin, winding and coiling, radiating explosive power.

The two-hundred-catty cast iron mold emitted a grating metallic screech under his terrifying strength as he forcefully lifted it off the ground.

In the entire workshop, you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was stunned by this scene of raw, violent aesthetics. It wasn't technique or leverage; it was pure, overwhelming brute force!

Factory Director Zhang was beaming, ready to boast to his wife.

But just as Wang Fugui held the mold steadily against his chest and was about to straighten his body.

"Hiss~"

An ominous, mournful sound of fabric fibers stretched to their limit rang out from behind him.

His work pants, already stretched taut, finally gave way the moment his gluteal and thigh muscles fully engaged.

Wang Fugui's heart sank, and he thought, “This is bad.”

However, before he could react.

"Tear!"

A crisp, loud sound of tearing fabric exploded in the dead silent workshop!

The source of the sound was precisely the center of Wang Fugui's taut crotch!

The poor-quality fabric instantly ripped open at the weakest seam, creating a shocking, massive tear.

Wang Fugui's mind exploded, leaving him utterly blank.

Because of Chen Yun, that temptress's, fooling around in the office, even his underwear was soiled. Now... he was going commando!

His lower body suddenly felt cold.

He stiffly lowered his head and could see the gaping hole through the crook of his arm.

Although he hadn't been fully exposed because he was holding the mold and his legs were tightly squeezed together, under the compression of his two steel-like thigh muscles, a terrifying outline was forcibly pressed out through the tear.

As his body shifted slightly due to the heavy weight, the outline flickered in and out of view between the torn fabric.

The Bosss Wife, who was closest, was completely stunned.

Her phoenix eyes, framed by delicate eyeliner, instantly widened. Her mouth instinctively formed an "O," and her well-maintained hand quickly covered her red lips.

Yet, her gaze was fixed immovably on that tear, refusing to budge an inch. The light emanating from her eyes contained shock, curiosity, disbelief, and even more so... an ignited greed and desire.

Dead silence.

The workshop fell into three seconds of absolute silence.

Immediately afterward, bursts of sharply inhaled breaths and short screams, forcibly suppressed until they were distorted, erupted from the crowd—almost entirely from the female workers. They were all flushed, wanting to look but daring not to, only covering their faces with their hands and peeking through their fingers.

Meanwhile, all the male workers in the workshop almost simultaneously shifted their gaze from Wang Fugui's lower body to their own, and then back again.

After this cruel comparison process concluded, they collectively fell into a self-deprecating, deathly silence, one by one lowering their heads.

"I..."

Wang Fugui, holding the two-hundred-catty iron lump, was completely frozen.

He dared not move, much less put it down.

If he put the mold down, he would have to bend over, and the consequences... he didn't dare to imagine!

A rush of hot blood surged to his head. His honest face instantly flushed purple-red, staining him from his cheeks to his earlobes, looking as if blood might drip out.

Humiliating!

Utterly humiliating!

He had never been this embarrassed in his entire life!

Just as he wished he could find a hole to crawl into, two figures moved simultaneously.

"What are you all staring at! Get back to work!"

Chen Yun was the first to react. She let out a cold reprimand and quickly took off the white long-sleeved sun shirt she was wearing as she hurried over.

Almost simultaneously, Lin Xiaocao moved as well.

Her eyes instantly reddened. Angry and anxious, she dashed forward like a small leopard whose territory had been invaded.

But instead of rushing toward Wang Fugui, she spread her arms and directly blocked the space between Bosss Wife and Wang Fugui, using her small frame to staunchly obstruct the Bosss Wife's undisguised, greedy gaze.

"Stop looking!"

Lin Xiaocao's voice was tearful but filled with undeniable ferocity.

Chen Yun had already rushed behind Wang Fugui and swiftly wrapped the sun shirt around his waist, tying a tight knot to temporarily conceal the breathtaking sight.

Only after completing this did she raise her head, her face covered in a layer of frost, and coldly look toward Bosss Wife.

The two women's gazes met in the air, sparking intense friction.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Factory Director Zhang finally recovered from his shock, coughing awkwardly twice, attempting to break the strange atmosphere.

"Uh... Fugui, put it down now, that's enough! A very good demonstration! Very good!"

Bosss Wife completely ignored her husband's embarrassment and the "little thing" blocking her view.

She licked her bright red lips with great interest, her gaze still locked onto Wang Fugui over Lin Xiaocao's shoulder. Her demeanor suggested she wasn't looking at an employee, but rather a treasure she was determined to possess.

She suddenly spoke to her husband in a tone full of hidden meaning.

"Zhang Dahai, this young man... he is a talent."

She paused, enunciating every word slowly and clearly.

"He must be... heavily utilized."

Clang!

A deafening crash!

Having been released, Wang Fugui could no longer hold on and threw the mold directly onto the ground. The resulting crash made the entire workshop tremble.

He then yanked the women's sun shirt tight around his waist, protecting his vitals, pushed through the crowd without looking back, and fled the workshop in panic.

The entire workshop was silent.

Everyone was stunned speechless by the series of events.

From this moment on, the legend of Wang Fugui's "exceptional endowment" was no longer private gossip among a few women.

It had become an eyewitness, undeniable piece of ironclad proof.

The name Wang Fugui was instantly deified in the hearts of all the female workers at the Hongda Electronics Factory.