Chapter 51 I quit.

Chapter Fifty-One: I'm Quitting.

Taking advantage of the spring, the factory worked overtime, with both the wood-fired and coal-fired kilns operating day and night. The processes of feeding, firing, cooling, and unloading were carried out methodically. However, while the finished products looked somewhat presentable, some porcelain pieces even failed to crackle properly. Some didn't crack at all, while others cracked into long, thin lines, completely lacking any aesthetic appeal.

When I took it to my own team for evaluation, they all shook their heads and said it was no good.

Even if you manage to find two passable items, sending them to experts for authentication still offers very little hope.

The factory manager was very anxious and annoyed, and questioned several supervisors about what was going on.

Meanwhile, Red Star was reporting a series of victories.

To Director Lin's surprise, their focus wasn't on the celadon glaze, but rather on developing the bean-green glaze. When the lustrous bean-green glazed Ru porcelain was presented to the experts, the assessment concluded that it was even more authentic than the bean-green glaze previously produced by the Linxian Ru Porcelain Factory. Under a high-powered optical microscope, even the air bubbles closely resembled those of ancient Ru porcelain.

Therefore, Hongxing successfully obtained the qualification, and their factory was officially renamed from Hongxing Porcelain Factory to Hongxing Ru Porcelain Factory.

Li Yue said to Ling Jianwei, "Uncle-Master has only been in the factory for less than a year, and he has already achieved such outstanding results. Now, Hongxing is practically worshipping him."

Ling Jianwei asked, "What about your factory?"

"Our factory has gained nothing and is trying to save itself."

Ling Jianwei: "?"

"Yes, they not only make good Ru porcelain, but also in the field of civilian porcelain, the porcelain produced by Hongxing is exquisite, beautiful and cheap. Our factory's old customers have all gone to their factory, and everyone feels that the factory is going to go bankrupt."

Ling Jianwei seemed thoughtful: "So it seems we've indeed encountered a crisis. What are your thoughts?"

"What ideas could I possibly have? I'll just drift along for now."

Ling Jianwei didn't believe it at all; it would be strange if she could just coast through life.

Whether she muddles through or not, life goes on like this. Li Yue does her job well and occasionally listens to Sister Li gossip about what she knows.

Hongxing suddenly became one of the representatives of Ru porcelain, which put immense pressure on Factory Director Lin. At the same time, the higher-ups required their factory to add a new name, since their porcelain factory was originally called "Linxian Ru Porcelain Factory." Previously, it was the only factory that passed the Ru porcelain restoration authentication and was the sole representative of Ru porcelain, but that was no longer the case. Leaders of the relevant departments believed that the name was likely to cause some misunderstanding, so they wanted to add a prefix.

Although Director Lin was extremely unwilling, he had no choice but to obey and change the name to Linxian Dongfeng Ru Porcelain Factory.

After the name change, Li Yue felt as if the entire factory was doomed, and everyone lacked enthusiasm.

Not long after, she also had a disagreement with the chief engineer.

One day in July, the chief craftsman asked Li Yue to make a potter's wheel. Because the design of the double-eared vase was somewhat complicated, she couldn't get it right. The chief craftsman was very dissatisfied. Probably because things had been going badly for her lately, and she had been criticized by the factory manager, she seemed to have lost her patience and said in a somewhat sharp tone: "Little Li, are you not putting your heart into it? Don't be half-hearted."

Li Yue was no longer going to indulge him. She even suspected that the chief craftsman didn't know how to throw a potter's wheel at all: "I'm not half-hearted. Besides, I've never thrown a double-eared potter's wheel before. Can't I at least try it out first? If you're so good, why don't you do it yourself?"

The chief engineer was taken aback, completely unexpected that Xiao Li, who was usually easy to talk to, would also have a moment of rebuttal. In order to save face, he reminded her, "Xiao Li, watch your attitude."

Li Yue paused for a moment, then forced a smile: "I mean, Chief Craftsman, could you demonstrate it for me? I really don't know how to pull the ears, I need to learn."

The chief engineer glanced at her, and after a moment of stalemate, finally sat down in front of the potter's wheel.

But as soon as he started working, Li Yue could tell that the chief craftsman's hands were trembling.

Li Yue suddenly realized why he never did anything himself, even something as simple as applying glaze had to be done by her.

This flaw is fatal for a porcelain craftsman. Although he is the leader and does not have to do the work himself, he is still easily criticized. The team leader next to him also noticed the problem, and exchanged a glance with Li Yue, understanding each other without saying a word.

To cover up his shortcomings, the chief engineer only gave a brief demonstration before ordering Li Yue, "You practice and finish it today."

As soon as he left, Li Yue exchanged a meaningful glance with the team leader.

She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't help saying, "Team leader, is the chief engineer's hand shaking a little?"

The team leader, a man in his thirties, replied, "Really? I didn't notice."

After saying that, he left.

Li Yue was dumbfounded.

I was careless. Someone as naive as her is really not suited for playing office politics.

Because of this little incident, Li Yue found herself disliking this place more and more.

And now she can deeply understand what it feels like to "go to work every day with the feeling of visiting a grave".

One day, she lay in bed, not wanting to get up at all.

Ling Jianwei got up first, noticed something was wrong, and came over to touch her forehead: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"I don't feel unwell." Li Yue sat up and got out of bed.

The man was worried about her, so he drove her to work.

When I got out of the car, I told her, "I don't have anything to do today, I'll pick you up after get off work."

Li Yue said, "No need."

Ling Jianwei looked at her helplessly without responding, and simply parked the car outside the factory before she got off work.

Li Yue got into the car and glanced at him.

Ling Jianwei said, "Let's go eat first."

"Let's eat out?"

"Um."

"But I still need to bring my own lunch."

The man said, "Don't bring your own lunch tomorrow. Eat out; it's hot and food spoils easily."

"All right."

That night, the fan in the bedroom made the curtains flutter. The man picked her up from the bed and walked around the room, his arm muscles tense. His hot lips pressed against hers repeatedly. Later, they went back to the bed... After all that, Li Yue was drenched in sweat, as if she had been pulled out of the water.

He took a towel and wiped her sweat dry. Instead of washing herself immediately, he held her in his arms and let her lie on top of him, breathing heavily against his neck.

Hot breath filled the air as the man stroked her smooth back, his voice gentle: "Tell me, what's been going on these past few days?"

Li Yue's cheeks were flushed, and she was still panting as she propped herself up to look at him.

His large hand stroked her face, smoothing her sweat-dampened bangs. The man smiled calmly, "Did you run into some trouble? Did someone insult you?"

Li Yue shook her head: "If someone insults me, I will insult them back."

Ling Jianwei: "Is there something else on your mind? Or are you just too tired?"

Li Yue paused, then pursed her lips: "Maybe I'm just too tired."

He smirked and said, "How about I help you get a few days off so you can rest?"

Li Yue: "No need. The factory is going to fire moon-white glazed porcelain soon, and I'll grab it every now and then to glaze it."

Although she didn't know the formula, with more exposure, she could usually tell what was added based on the smell and color of the glaze.

Ling Jianwei sighed and patted her head: "In two months, I will take my family visit leave and we will go back to Beijing to rest for a while."

Li Yue agreed.

She kept her face buried in his chest and stopped speaking.

Actually, even if she didn't say it, he could probably guess that this girl probably couldn't stand staying there anymore, but maybe she was waiting for some opportunity, or maybe she wanted to learn more? Otherwise, she would quit.

He didn't want to intervene directly, but sometimes he felt that she was no longer as energetic as before, and she no longer talked to him about things at the factory. She probably didn't care about those trivial matters at the factory anymore.

There are advantages to not caring. If you don't care about work, you can focus more attention on him.

On Sundays, I would either take him to the mountains to pick peaches or go shopping in the city. I would see a black shirt that I liked, say it would suit him, and buy it for him.

While shopping, he kept saying, "Ling Jianwei, it's a pity you wear military uniform all year round, otherwise, I could buy you more clothes."

His consistent response to this is: "What do grown men need so many clothes for? Just buy whatever clothes and skirts you like."

She said, "I don't even have time to wear the dresses I made myself."

This Sunday, she went to the camp with him. She boldly hugged his waist while taking a nap in his dormitory, and then her hands reached for his belt.

The man raised an eyebrow: "I don't have any of that stuff here. Aren't you afraid of getting infected?"

Li Yue looked at him with her clear eyes: "We can take it outside, so we shouldn't get infected."

She's in her safe period, so she probably won't get pregnant...

The man continued to raise the corners of his lips: "If you're not afraid, why would I be?"

Never before had he tried anything like this; the man almost held his breath.

A world of difference... Ling Jianwei gritted her teeth.

The woman beneath him was so sweet, with a rosy complexion, that he felt he could never get enough of her.

He lifted her up and sat her in the office chair. Li Yue's two slender legs swung on either side. He pressed on her waist, pushed her in a little, and said in a deep breath, "Baby, call my name."

Li Yue placed her hands on his shoulders: "Ling Jianwei."

"Not enough." The man's voice was deep and hoarse as he pressed his fingertips against her.

Li Yue's body tensed instantly, and she almost cried out, "Ling Jianwei, Ling Jianwei, Ling Jianwei... I want you."

The man bit her lip, his voice low and hoarse: "I'm giving it to you, it's all yours, and can only be yours."

After a passionate encounter, Li Yue lay on the bed, slightly out of breath. Ling Jianwei took a tissue to wipe her down, and as he touched her soft belly, he smiled and said, "Your tummy is so white and tender."

Li Yue glanced at him: "The paper is too rough."

Tsk, so delicate.

The man raised an eyebrow: "I already told you, I haven't prepared anything here."

He held her as she took a nap. She was a little tired and slept soundly. When she woke up, he wasn't beside her. Li Yue got dressed and sat on the edge of the bed, still not fully awake, her emotions were not running high, and she was even inexplicably overcome with sadness.

After Ling Jianwei finished dealing with his business, he came over, and Li Yue hugged him and buried her face in his waist.

He stroked her head: "What's wrong?"

Li Yue said softly, "It's more comfortable not to wear it."

The man felt a pang of guilt, and he almost wanted to swear!

He held back, gritting his teeth as he said, "You're not going to wear it anymore? Aren't you afraid?"

Her voice was filled with grievance: "I'm scared."

"Then why not wear it occasionally? If you get infected, it's just fate."

She nodded.

The man sighed, "It's like coaxing a child. You have to coax them before they fall asleep, and you have to coax them after they wake up."

Nothing much changed in life; the sweltering summer finally passed, and the mornings and evenings began to cool down.

Li Yue continued to go to work.

There's still nothing to look forward to.

She plans to quit after this year, since she won't learn anything here anyway.

She wanted to transfer to her martial uncle's tutelage, but it would be best to ask him for his opinion beforehand.

But man proposes, God disposes. One day in mid-September, Ling's father fell ill and was hospitalized, and at one point a critical condition notice was issued.

Ling Jianwei wanted to take a leave of absence to visit his family and return to Beijing, and Li Yue accompanied him.

When she asked the chief engineer for leave, saying it would be at least half a month, the engineer replied, "Half a month is a bit long."

Li Yue said, "There's nothing we can do, it happened so suddenly. It might take more than half a month, maybe even a month."

"What about the work here?"

“I’m not the only one in the team; others can fill in.”

"They didn't do as well as you."

Li Yue was speechless: "We can't rely on me alone, I'm just an ordinary employee."

The other person's face darkened: "How can you talk like that? This is an affirmation of you, and we are also trying to cultivate you."

nourish?

She didn't realize it.

She only saw that everyone was scheming for their own benefit.

"Thank you for your guidance, but no need," Li Yue stood up, looked at the chief craftsman who couldn't properly shape the clay or apply glaze due to shaky hands, and whose aesthetic sense was also terrible, and smiled slightly, "I'm resigning."

I quit.

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