"Zhuang Sifu works at your workshop. You ought to involve yourself with this. Reparations to be made, punishments to be meted out, shouldn't you, as the manager, step in and mediate?"
Zhuang Qingning had gotten a sense of the matter from Zhuang Yonghe's narrative on the road, and from observing the scene now, she had a rough idea of what had been going on. Her piercing gaze swept across the ten-odd people from Zhaojiazhuang, finally resting on Zhao Qiancheng at the very front.
"Village Chief Zhao."
The girl spoke, her voice pleasant yet sharp. "Indeed, I am the workshop's manager, and Brother Sifu works here. However, as for how to handle this matter, I'll have to ask you to wait a moment while I investigate, then provide a response."
"Since you, Manager Zhuang, have said thus, if I didn't allow you to inquire, it would seem as if we from Zhaojiazhuang are unreasonable. But your inquiry can't go on indefinitely, I'll give you the time it takes to brew a pot of tea."