How could Li Xia handle something that even the factory manager couldn't do?

They squandered almost half of the money that others invested. Three luxury cars and seven people in black suits surrounded the cars. The big boss in those cars must be very fierce. What if he gets angry because the money wasn't used for serious things?

Li Xia urged the factory director, "If I can't do it, you do it."

Factory Director Gao also had his reasons: "You're a woman, and a good man doesn't argue with a woman. If you cry a little, they'll stop scolding us. Otherwise, if the city takes notice, we'll both end up in jail..."

He was threatening her incessantly when Li Xia suddenly turned and walked straight ahead.

Factory Director Gao thought his intimidation had worked, and he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. As a man, he didn't dare to force a woman to do public relations, which wasn't very honorable. But then his eyes widened.

The car door opened, and a woman stepped out. She wore a beige trench coat, a snow-white long skirt, and pointed leather shoes. With her long hair piled high, she looked like a female star straight out of a Hong Kong movie.

This must be Miss Chen Rou. She's actually a real-life superstar! Her skin, her eyebrows and eyes—they were so stunning that even Director Gao couldn't open his eyes. He thought to himself, "So this is what real beauties look like—completely different from ordinary people."

Li Xia's performance reminded Director Gao of something, and he applauded!

He led the applause, and the employees behind him naturally joined in.

Li Xia's performance was amazing. She shed two tears with every step she took, it was so genuine, she just burst into tears.

However, Director Gao thought that Li Xia cried so that she wouldn't be blamed by the Hong Kong businessmen and would have to admit her mistake.

But in reality, Li Xia wasn't thinking about the factory at all. The moment she saw Chen Rou, she felt a strange sense of familiarity, and she felt sad and wronged. She also really wanted to hug her, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

After taking a few steps, she saw Chen Rou's hand coming towards her, and she grabbed it tightly. For some reason, the emptiness in her heart since losing her daughter was filled in that instant.

She and Chen Rou are actually the same age; she is only 24 years old and still very young.

But when she looked at Chen Rou, she felt that her eyebrows, her breath, and her scent were all so familiar and intimate. Ah Hui and Sam realized something was wrong and tried to stop her, but Li Xia suddenly grabbed Chen Rou and hugged her tightly.

Factory Director Gao was clapping enthusiastically when Secretary An reminded him, "Factory Director, be mindful of the impact!"

When Director Gao saw Li Xia embracing the Hong Kong businessman, he was startled and stepped forward to help him up, saying, "Comrade Li Xia, please be mindful of your behavior!"

Li Xia's body was weak. With Director Gao's help, she leaned back into his arms and said with her remaining rationality, "Miss Chen, I'm sorry."

Chen Rou helped Li Xia back from Director Gao's arms and said, "There's nothing to apologize for."

After all, this was her mother, whom she had never met before. Seeing her so haggard and miserable because of her, Chen Rou felt extremely sad. However, being a soldier, she was able to control her emotions, so she said, "It's all a minor issue."

He added, "You've been inviting me to come and have a look around, why shouldn't I come?"

Then look at Secretary An: "Little An is always an exceptionally good businessman. If the wool mill is having difficulties, let him help us find a solution. If we need money, I'll send it to you; if we need people, you can come and recruit them. If we don't have a sales channel, let Little An find a way."

This was the first time Li Xia had met Chen Rou; she had no idea what she looked like before.

But upon first meeting her, she immediately realized that Miss Chen looked exactly like she had imagined. However, as she looked at her, she suddenly realized that there was a photo of Chen Ke's aunt that he treasured at home, and that she looked very much like Miss Chen.

Suddenly she understood something: "Chen Juan..."

The reason he didn't mention it on the phone was because he was afraid Li Xia would be too worried and cause her more trouble. Or he could simply tell Chen Ke's parents in the Northwest about the movie, and then scare the elderly so much that one or two of them might die suddenly, which would be a real problem.

But now that they're face to face, it's much easier to talk. Chen Rou said, "I am her daughter, and she has passed away."

In fact, Chen Ke's father had already passed away, and his elderly mother was also nearing the end of her life.

The old lady had a feeling that her daughter, who had been at sea for twenty years, was probably dead. Li Xia was very sad, but she couldn't help but shed tears again, because if she could choose, she would rather her daughter live and she herself die.

Factory Director Gao tugged at her clothes from behind. She took a deep breath and said, "You're here to visit the factory, right? I'll walk with you for a bit."

But seeing that Secretary An wasn't leaving and was looking behind her, she remembered something else: "Your husband is here too?"

Leaving aside Li Xia, Director Gao was also scratching his head at that moment.

Just as they were surrounding Chen Rou, two more men got out of the car, men in suits.

One of them had fair skin and a tall stature. He wore a well-fitting blue suit with one button undone. His face was a bit thinner, and his eyes had an indescribable gloom and ruthlessness. He was clearly not someone to be trifled with. He was carrying a woman's handbag.

Another one was wearing a Western-style suit, buttoned up neatly, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a square face, and a very high chest and a very straight back. Oh, and unlike the other bodyguards, he wasn't wearing sunglasses.

So here's the question: who's the boss between these two?

Director Gao, being a man of experience, immediately recognized the boss as the one with fair skin and a sinister look in his eyes.

But Li Xia was neither experienced nor perceptive; she had mistaken Secretary An for someone else yesterday, and now she had to apologize again.

Mainly because Song Yuanchao had a trustworthy and approachable appearance, she smiled and extended her hand: "This must be Miss Chen's husband, the big boss from Hong Kong, right?"

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