For the next three days, Yang Qiaoqiao was busy recruiting workers for the garment factory.

Twenty people were selected after a unified assessment of those who had previously applied.

Yang Qiaoqiao only met Xie Fengxia after she got married when she was assessing the workers.

When she first saw Xie Fengxia, she could hardly believe her eyes. The girl who used to have a rosy complexion and a full figure when she was at her parents' home was now pale and thin, as thin as a bamboo pole.

Although Yan Suhua had already guessed that her life in her husband's family would not be easy when she came to register for the job.

But she never expected that a perfectly healthy young woman would turn into this state in just a few months after getting married.

However, Xie Fengxia, as expected of a veteran worker in the textile factory, not only skillfully used the sewing machine, but also managed to piece together a simple and elegant fitted dress from the scraps of fabric given to them within the short one-hour assessment period.

The gradient blue long dress, refreshing yet ethereal, is truly eye-catching.

Xie Fengxia was naturally shy, and standing in front of Yang Qiaoqiao, she nervously twisted her fingers, saying, "Sister Qiaoqiao."

"Fengxia, your sewing skills are excellent, and the clothes you make are very beautiful." Qiaoqiao affirmed her first before asking, "I only gave you some scraps of fabric. With such a short assessment time, how did you come up with the idea of ​​making such a dress from these scraps?"

Xie Fengxia blushed because of Yang Qiaoqiao's two compliments. "Sister Qiaoqiao, I... I just like to make things out of scraps of fabric when I'm at home. Today, when I saw the pile of scraps of fabric you gave me, I don't know how I made this dress."

Upon hearing this, Yang Qiaoqiao's eyes flashed with excitement.

She then looked Xie Fengxia up and down. The cloth bag Xie Fengxia was carrying was obviously pieced together from scraps of fabric, and it was quite stylish.

It's clear that Xie Fengxia actually has some design talent, but because she hasn't received systematic training, her potential hasn't been discovered.

Once the factory is up and running, she will observe it further. If Xie Fengxia is fine in all aspects, perhaps she can send her to study and train her to become a technical backbone and designer.

Yang Qiaoqiao said with a smile, "Fengxia, our garment factory's basic monthly salary is thirty yuan. We get one cent per piece for each qualified garment we make. If you have no problem with that, you can start working tomorrow."

Xie Fengxia's eyes, which had appeared particularly prominent due to her thinness, finally regained their light. She looked intently at Yang Qiaoqiao and nodded repeatedly, saying, "No problem, no problem, Sister Qiaoqiao, don't worry, I will definitely come to work on time tomorrow!"

Zhou Yang had interviews with all the other hired workers to discuss their salaries.

After Xie Fengxia left, Jiang Qiaoqiao was preparing to go and check on Zhou Yang's situation.

Then a commotion was heard: "You little bastard who hasn't even grown his hair yet, you think you can just say you won't accept me? Why should you?"

Where is Jiang Qiaoqiao? Make Jiang Qiaoqiao come out and see me!

Yang Qiaoqiao's face instantly turned cold.

That's Wu's voice. She really did become the farmer who saved the snake because she was soft-hearted.

She walked into Zhou Yang's office with a sullen face.

The people in the office who came to participate in today's assessment immediately stirred up a commotion.

Just moments ago, Wu's wife was being arrogant and boastful, but upon seeing Yang Qiaoqiao, her expression instantly changed. Wiping away tears, she put on a pitiful act and cried, "Qiaoqiao, you've finally come! I've been working so hard these past few days, learning how to use the sewing machine every day, that I haven't even had time to do any housework."

I've wasted so much of your time, and you, my little brother, just say you don't need me anymore? What am I supposed to do? Waaaaah…”

Yang Qiaoqiao ignored her and instead gave Zhou Yang a look.

Zhou Yang immediately understood.

Give Yang Qiaoqiao the things that Sister Wu printed out during the assessment.

Wu's wife couldn't even make anything worthwhile; she could only piece together two scraps of cloth, and the stitching was all crooked and messy.

Yang Qiaoqiao directly placed her work together with the work of other comrades who had passed the assessment.

Those selected by Zhou Yang who passed the assessment either made a simple garment, a simple bag, or at the very least, a cloth sack.

Moreover, the stitching is uniform in every single one.

The two pieces of cloth that Sister Wu pieced together looked no different from the original scraps of cloth when thrown into those works.

Before Yang Qiaoqiao could even speak, the others had already started discussing it.

"How dare you ask why they didn't use her work after you've done it like this?"

"Some people are just shameless. They're running a factory, not a charity. Why should they support a useless person who can't even stitch properly?"

...

When Sister Wu heard these words, she felt no shame whatsoever. Instead, she glared fiercely at those people.

"What do you know? I came here to learn about ten days earlier than you, and I haven't learned it yet, that's because they didn't teach me well!"

They didn't teach well, so they should be responsible for me!

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yang was so angry that he blew his beard. "Comrade Wu Zhaodi, can't you speak with a conscience? Sister Qiao Qiao sent you to study here because she felt sorry for you and wanted you to pass the assessment and get a job."

But what about you? When you study, you only study sporadically, sometimes missing three out of five days, and even when you do come, you don't study properly.

"Sister Qiaoqiao has already been incredibly kind to you. How can you blame her when your own skills don't meet the assessment standards?"

Wu Zhaodi glanced at Zhou Yang and said matter-of-factly, "You know that Jiang Qiaoqiao offered me a job because she felt sorry for me, so why didn't you give it to me?"

Are you trying to starve my whole family by not giving me a job? Oh dear, how can you be so heartless, young man…

Zhou Yang has been doing business with Yang Qiaoqiao for the past six months and has met quite a few people of all kinds.

But she had never seen anyone more shameless than Wu Zhaodi.

Qiaoqiao had already tried her best to help her, but she didn't know how to work hard. So how come now it's because she's poor and weak that she's in the right?

Zhou Yang looked at Yang Qiaoqiao with some difficulty, "Sister Qiaoqiao..."