"Xiaoyu, why did you come back so late! You went to town at noon, and now it's evening. What have you been doing?"
Before Wu Xiaoyu could reply, Wu Youliang scolded, "Alright! Shut up! Why ask so many questions? Isn't the situation messy enough?"
Now, the yard inside and outside Wu Xiaoyu's house was already filled with anxious villagers. Wu Xiaoyu couldn't say much, just patted his mother's shoulder to comfort her.
"Folks, I know you're anxious, but isn't it unnecessary for all of you to crowd into my house? Didn't I say to just hand over the production group lists to Accountant Liu?" Wu Xiaoyu complained.
Upon hearing this, the villagers began to shout again, "You're the one who started this factory, and without your approval, everyone feels uneasy!"
"Exactly! Accountant Liu can't make decisions for you! Without your confirmation, who can be at ease!"
"..."
Wu Xiaoyu glanced at Accountant Liu, who was glaring angrily at the villagers with fury in his eyes.
