"Yeah, I didn't expect that there are comrades with singing skills in our garment factory."

The two male comrades at the back were discussing it and were all amazed.

Some female comrades were also envious, saying, "If I had a voice like that, I would be a singer, why would I be a worker?"

Xu Xiangyang felt that singers still had a very high status at that time, and their salaries and benefits were also good.

I've heard before that the most famous singers at that time earned three to four thousand yuan a month.

Of course, they are all national level.

Generally speaking, their wages are similar to those of workers, but they are generally higher and have better benefits.

When the party ended, it was already past seven in the evening.

Xu Xiangyang arranged for the factory car to take the employees home, and two male comrades were arranged to accompany three or five female comrades.

If something happens, it won't be good.

Everyone was in the car. He saw Lu Qingshu standing at the door and went over to ask, "Why did you just come out? The car has already left."

It would take at least 40 minutes to go back and forth.

The roads are slippery in winter, so drivers dare not drive too fast as it is easy to get into accidents.

Lu Qingshu replied embarrassedly: "I was slow to change clothes just now, I can wait a while."

There is no way, the car has left, what should I do if I don’t wait?

Xu Xiangyang glanced at the time and said, "Let me take you home. It's a good opportunity for me to go home."

He didn't go home today on New Year's Day, but will have dinner with his family tomorrow morning.

Lu Qingshu did not refuse and nodded slightly in agreement.

The two got in the car and no one spoke along the way.

Seeing that they were about to enter the city, Lu Qingshu finally spoke.