Shen Qiaoyue also came out, puzzled.

“Commander Lu, this is the office director of a nearby unit, mainly in the fabric production business. I heard that your wife is an intellectual and currently unemployed. He wanted to come and talk to her.” Shen Qiaoyue looked at the man in his forties.

Although age has left its mark on his face, he still stands straight.

He gives off the impression of being a very gentle and easygoing person.

"Then come in and let's talk." Lu Chen invited the man in.

The guard saluted and then left.

"Comrade Lu Chen, Comrade Shen Qiaoyue, hello." The man extended his hand to greet them. "My name is Lü Zhengshan, and I am the director of the fabric and textile factory."

Shen Qiaoyue poured Lü Zhengshan a cup of hot water.

"Mr. Lü, is there something you need today?" Lu Chen asked with a serious expression. At this time, a sudden visit from someone usually meant something good.

Lu Zhengshan looked at Shen Qiaoyue and then said, "I heard that Comrade Shen Qiaoyue was very talented in painting. In addition, since our factory's designers have been sent to the countryside, our factory has not yet recruited a suitable one. A friend of mine is Shen Qiaoyue's university teacher, and she recommended Comrade Shen Qiaoyue. I came here today hoping that Comrade Shen Qiaoyue can help me get a job at the factory. The design department needs someone like Comrade Qiaoyue."

Shen Qiaoyue remembered that there was indeed a large textile factory nearby.

There are several thousand people here. Shen Qiaoyue likes to draw, but she has no experience in designing clothes.

“Mr. Lü, I have no problem with bookkeeping, but this design probably won’t work.” Shen Qiaoyue rubbed the sweat from her palms. “I know absolutely nothing about design drafts.”

“You have great talent, I believe in you. The factory needs your skills to operate. Our garment factory mainly exports ready-made garments to other countries.”

Lü Zhengshan knew Shen Qiaoyue's worries.