Chinese New Year this year is on February 15th, and it's December 27th now, so there are still two months to go.

But preparations can begin now. Therefore, Wang Shouren also consulted many people.

The oldest people in this factory are none other than the old factory director. Ask the old factory director.

The old factory manager simply shook his head, saying that the factory never had a proper New Year's celebration. At most, they would go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some things as welfare during the New Year. He would only make the purchases if there were a lot of orders that year. Most of the time, the factory relied on funds allocated from above. Sometimes, the factory couldn't even pay wages.

This resulted in the factory having absolutely no welfare benefits.

They would be lucky to get even a little bit of rice, flour, or cooking oil.

When asked, Dai Wu also said that the factory didn't have any of these things at all.

Now it's his turn to be troubled, the factory manager.

Wang Shouren explained his demands.

After thinking for a while, Grandpa Qiu said, "I do have a solution. Movies are indeed rare and hard to find. But are you interested in shadow puppetry?"

"Yes! That's perfect!" Wang Shouren slapped his thigh, and before he knew it, Wang Xirou darted out like a monkey.

He glanced at her, then ignored her and told her to go play. He figured when Qin Jingru came back, the little girl's bottom would probably get a serious beating.

"You know him?"

Shadow puppetry was actually quite popular in this era. However, during the Cultural Revolution, many veterans in this field suffered heavy losses. Even those who still practice it rarely perform now. They mostly avoid it, afraid of the consequences.

If we're really talking about how good this is, it's just as good as today's movies.

"Yes, I know him. I'll bring him to you later. But the price..."

"I'm not very familiar with the rules of this industry. Just give me a number, and it shouldn't be a problem. Also, are there any other rules?"

"Hey." Grandpa Qiu waved his hand: "Back in the day, there were really a lot of rules. But now, forget about it. As long as we can eat our fill, that's enough."

"Alright, then I'd appreciate it if you could help me contact them and ask them to come to the factory when they have time to discuss the procedures." Wang Shouren nodded; having a closing act was already quite good.

After lunch, Qin Jingru came to the factory.

Upon arriving at Wang Shouren's office, Xu Weiwei was the first person to be seen.

The two women's eyes clashed violently in the air, as if sparks were flying.

Qin Jingru snorted and looked at Wang Shouren.

Wang Shouren felt that Xu Weiwei's matter shouldn't affect him, since it had already been reported. The most difficult time to appease her was when Lou Xiao'e returned. That girl, Qin Jingru, was more restless than a pig during the New Year. If it weren't for Qin Huairu helping to confuse the situation, things wouldn't have passed so easily.

"Darling~" Qin Jingru called out in a teasy tone.

Wang Shouren couldn't help but shudder.

Xu Weiwei felt the same way; just hearing that voice gave her goosebumps, and the way she looked at Wang Shouren changed.

So you like this one?

Xu Weiwei coughed twice, indicating that there were still people present and there was no need to post something that needed to be censored; it was too disgusting!

Qin Jingru didn't care about any of that. She strode past Xu Weiwei with a cat-like gait. At 30 years old, Qin Jingru, thanks to Wang Shouren's excellent care, possessed both beauty and a great figure. She was as proud as a white swan.

She felt she was displaying the authority of the rightful wife, and regardless of whether this younger sister would eventually join their family, she was the one who made the decisions!

Xu Weiwei couldn't take it anymore: "Factory manager, there's something going on in the workshop, I'll go take care of it."

"Go ahead, go ahead." Wang Shouren covered his face.

Qin Jingru always manages to pull off some breathtakingly surprising moves in all sorts of situations.

After Xu Weiwei left.

Qin Jingru said excitedly, "How about that? Aren't I amazing? Look at her, she ran away."

Wang Shouren: ...

Okay, whatever makes you happy.

"What brings you here?"

"I've learned everything I needed to learn." Qin Jingru sat directly in Wang Shouren's lap.

"You're at work, what kind of behavior is this?" Wang Shouren lifted her up and patted her bottom, indicating that she should keep her distance.

Qin Jingru pouted, about to say something, when she suddenly realized something was wrong: "Where are those two ungrateful little brats? Why aren't they coming out to welcome their beautiful mother?!"

"She's gone off to build a snowman, you can go and catch her."

"And those who don't speak?"

The "not speaking" nickname refers to Wang Ruiming. According to him, his mother talks too much, so he talks less to balance things out. As a result, he gained another nickname. He originally wanted to call her "Mute," but he felt that "Mute" was not a good name, so he changed it to "Not Speaking."

"The ones who don't talk are in the lab, just hanging around with Professor Zhuge."

"Well, you know your mom's here, but you don't even come out to greet her. Where's that vain guy?!"

"Look." Wang Shoure gestured with his lips.

After breaking free from his grasp, Wang Xirou ran to the side and hid, observing Wang Shouren for a moment before deciding he had no intention of arresting her. She then swaggered off to the canteen for a meal. Afterward, she ran to the factory's open space to build a snowman. Her position was clearly visible from Wang Shouren's office. At that moment, Wang Xirou was pushing a large snowball with heave-ho, seemingly planning to build a snowman taller than herself.

Qin Jingru rolled up her sleeves and rushed downstairs, warning Wang Shouren before she left, "Don't you dare tip her off! Otherwise, you'll regret it!"

Wang Shouren shrugged, indicating that she could go.

Satisfied, she continued walking down the street. As soon as she stepped out of the gate, a cold wind blew, and the Empress silently lowered her sleeves, patted herself, and, finding no one around, continued towards Wang Xirou's direction.

At this moment, Wang Xirou was unaware of the impending danger.

One person was happily pushing a large snowball to one side, then clapped his hands in satisfaction.

She was admiring the snowman she had painstakingly built.

A shadow inexplicably appeared behind her, completely obscuring her.

This familiar height, this familiar shadow.

Wang Xirou's body jerked violently, and she took a step forward, about to run, but the next moment, Qin Jingru's hand had already touched Wang Xirou's ear.

"Wang! Xi! Rou!"

The sound wasn't loud, but it was full of momentum.