When Shao Jingque heard her say this, he became more and more certain that there was something wrong with this so-called Zhancheng Textile Factory.

Today's textile factories are not the fully mechanized assembly line factories of later generations. Many operations need to be done manually, and they are highly dependent on skilled workers.

Even if we take a step back and say that the factory needs to recruit new people, it will give priority to local population because local people are more stable and generally do not move across regions. This will minimize the loss of skilled workers.

If it is true as the man said, that private textile factories cannot afford the losses caused by the loss of skilled workers, why would they take such a big risk to recruit people from a commercial city thousands of miles away?

She calmly pulled Ding Ling towards her, smiled, and asked the man in the striped shirt:

"Boss, I heard from Ding Ling that your textile factory is hiring new people. Even those who haven't worked there before can join. Is that true?"

Seeing that Shao Jingque seemed interested, the man in "Striped Shirt" smiled so much that his eyes narrowed into slits:

"It couldn't be more true! Little sister, do you want to go too? If you do, I'll make an exception and recruit one more person, so you little sisters can go to Zhancheng with me to make a fortune!"

Ding Ling laughed when she heard this and was about to explain that Shao Jingque had a formal job, but she was suddenly squeezed by her hand tightly.

While Ding Ling was in a daze, Shao Jingque asked first:

"Boss, I'd like to know what kind of work you do in your textile factory. I'm worried I won't be able to do it if I go there."

The man in the "striped shirt" looked at Shao Jingque's tender white hands with lustful eyes and grinned:

"Don't worry, it's very simple. Any woman can do it. The salary is much higher than what you get in the mainland, and there are bonuses for good work!"

Deliberately ignoring his obscene expression, Shao Jingque suppressed the nausea that welled up in his heart and asked:

"Boss, could you please tell me what specific jobs are required in your factory? It's such a long way off, and I wouldn't dare go there without asking for details."

"Striped Shirt" cursed in his heart, this beautiful woman must also be smarter?

He asks all kinds of questions and is very wary. Logically, this kind of person is not someone he wants to deceive, as things may go wrong along the way.

But Shao Jingque was so beautiful that he couldn't bear to let go of the fat meat that was right in front of him, so he could only patiently answer casually:

"In a textile factory, you just sit at the spinning wheel and spin cloth. Don't worry, there are masters to teach you, and you will learn it quickly."

After hearing what he said, Shao Jingque was completely certain that there was definitely something wrong with this factory.

Not to mention that current production technology still mainly relies on manual labor, even modern factories that are highly dependent on process automation will not allow new workers to directly spin cloth.

There are at least six or seven processes before the cotton thread reaches the spinning wheel, and each process is indispensable.

From the initial cleaning and carding, to the mid-term drawing and spinning, and then through the processes of winding, sizing and threading, the cloth can finally be put on the machine for weaving.

It takes at least a month for new workers in a textile factory to master the skills of cleaning and carding cotton. If newcomers who know nothing are asked to weave cloth, will the cloth they produce be decent?

We don’t know how much cloth will be wasted. It would be strange if the textile factory owner doesn’t lose a lot of money!

Shao Jingque had already made up her mind not to let Ding Ling follow the man, but the man was staring at them eagerly, so she had no chance to whisper to Ding Ling. She could only try to delay and said:

"That sounds good, but this job opportunity came too suddenly. I need to go home and discuss it with my parents. Can I give you an answer tomorrow?"

The man in the "striped shirt" frowned. With the addition of Ding Ling who was just recruited today, the number of people he had come out to "recruit" this time was complete.

In their line of work, they are always at risk of being caught by the police before they can send the person to the store and get the money.

For him, every day he stays outside is one day more of risk.

But when he saw Shao Jingque's delicate and beautiful face looking at him expectantly, he couldn't help but feel itchy in his heart. Then he thought about how much money he could make by selling her, and he immediately made up his mind and agreed:

"Alright, since you two are good sisters, I'll wait for you one more day. If you want to come, I'll meet you at the train station entrance at 7 a.m. tomorrow. No latecomers!"

Shao Jingque nodded, looking hopeful:

"Boss, don't worry, I won't be late. By the way, Ding Ling, please come home with me and tell my parents. With you here, they will definitely let me go."

"Striped Shirt" originally disagreed with Ding Ling going with her, but after hearing that Ding Ling could convince her parents, she hesitated for a while and said to Ding Ling:

"Then you can go with your good sister. When you get to Zhancheng, you can take care of each other. Isn't that great?"

As things developed to this point, Ding Ling felt completely bewildered.

She clearly remembered that Shao Jingque said she was from Ning City and worked in the city art troupe. How come he now not only agreed to go to work with her at Zhancheng Textile Factory, but also invited her to go home with him to persuade her parents?

Could it be that her parents are not in Ning City, but in Shangdu?

But Shao Jingque was holding her hand tightly at this time, staring at her without blinking, but his eyes were ambiguous.

She guessed that Shao Jingque must have his own reasons for saying this.

Out of trust in Shao Jingque, Ding Ling nodded despite being puzzled:

"Okay, Sister Jingque, I'll go back with you!"

Hearing her agree, the tension in Shao Jingque's eyes eased a little.

To be honest, she was a little worried that Ding Ling would ask all the questions in her heart. Whether it was that she had a job or that she was not a local, either one was enough to arouse the vigilance of "Striped Shirt".

She didn't dare to confront the "striped shirt" directly at this time, because she didn't know if the other party had helpers in the crowd. The disparity in physical strength between men and women alone put them at a disadvantage.

Moreover, the personnel environment outside the train station was too complicated. Most of the people who made a living here had some unconventional means. If the other party became angry and insisted on dragging Ding Ling or her away, she really couldn't guarantee that anyone would help her if she called for help.

Shao Jingque pulled Ding Ling and squeezed in the opposite direction of the train station. While squeezing, he glanced behind him from time to time.

Ding Ling didn't know why, so she turned her head to look back, but was pulled back by Shao Jingque.

Shao Jingque lowered his voice and said:

"Don't look back, that man is still following us!"

Ding Ling sounded a little strange:

"Why is he following us?"

Shao Jingque held Ding Ling's hand tightly. Of course, the man followed them to find out where they lived. He was worried that the duck in his mouth would fly away again, so he had to keep a close eye on them to feel at ease, right?

Not knowing if there were any of their group members among the crowded crowd, Shao Jingque did not dare to speak rashly, and only lowered his voice and said:

"Don't talk, just follow me."

But she was not familiar with any place in Shangdu except the Provincial Military District Hospital. The man behind her had followed them all the way down the street and it was obvious that he would not stop until he reached her home.

Shao Jingque's mind raced. Where could she take Ding Ling at this moment?