Chapter 247 Deputy Director Chen

Yang Xiujin seriously suspected that the factory committee was evil.

How come they are both so shameless?

"Director Liu, if you come again, you will take away all my notebooks."

"You don't know how pitifully she cried..."

"Then scold her!"

Yang Xiujin went crazy.

Director Liu smiled mysteriously: "I heard that you are my target. They say that when you beat a dog, you look at its owner. I respect you."

"We don't have a partner!"

Yang Xiujin has a headache.

Director Liu doesn't care about anything and will just do what needs to be done.

This bit, that bit.

It can barely be considered a benefit of his being the factory committee director.

I've lost so much hair, I have to replenish it with other things!

He believed that with Chen Qing's personality, she would carry forward the fine traditions of the factory committee to the fullest.

The weather was getting colder and colder. Director Liu took his things and went outside, feeling the cold wind blowing into his body. It started to drizzle, and it became even colder. He hunched his neck, put his hands in his pockets, and shivered as he returned to the factory committee. He closed the doors and windows of the office and had to stay in the house to keep warm.

Winter seems to have a magical power that makes people do things a little slower.

Chen Qing taught with full force.

The students knew that she would return to the machinery factory next month, so they all studied very hard.

In the process of working hard, it did not prevent them from having other thoughts.

There are four sewing machines in the class. Although they look old, they are very smooth to use.

Chen Qing himself has a sewing machine.

As a master, it is only natural for me to give them the sewing machine when she doesn't need it.

As if they had made an appointment, several people took things from their homes to please Chen Qing.

Chen Qing refused many times, but they still didn't give up. After class, they said directly: "The class will be suspended for now. Come, call the names of the students who have been giving gifts. Anyone whose name I call, please raise your hand."

She named seven people in a row.

The seven people blushed.

Chen Qing said: "Perhaps your family members have instigated you, or you may have some thoughts in your heart that you can get a sewing machine by pleasing me, but I tell you, it's impossible."

The seven people looked dejected.

A little bit of rice is a favor, a big bit of rice is a grudge.

It has existed since ancient times.

Chen Qing was not upset, but seeing that they were still struggling, he sneered, "I teach you skills, and you learn greed. It's quite interesting."

The seven people looked anxious.

I stammered, not knowing how to explain.

Some people were afraid that Chen Qing hated her and were unwilling to teach her how to make clothes, so they burst into tears on the spot.

Chen Qing's eyes were indifferent: "Class."

The class continued, but it was terrifying to listen to.

Everyone in the class had a natural fear of Chen Qing, and they became even more afraid when Chen Qing wouldn't smile at them after class.

If they didn't really want the sewing machine worth more than a hundred dollars, they wouldn't dare to get along with Chen Qing in private.

Now I dare not even breathe.

Wang Pandi regretted her decision to the point of tears. She had never been praised by anyone since she was a child. But when she was sewing the straight line, Chen Qing praised her. She was happy even in her dreams that day.

But her family knew that Chen Qing needed to return to the machinery factory and no longer form mutual groups, so they thought of giving her the sewing machine and asked her to please Chen Qing in order to get it.

She was moved.

If there were a sewing machine, coupled with Chen Qingjiao's skills, he would definitely be able to make a lot of money in the future.

But the reality is, when Chen Qing pointed it out directly, she was not angry or disappointed, she just smiled mockingly.

Wang Pandi felt pain in her face.

I feel like a backward person.

A bad disciple who can no longer be favored by his master.

Your whole life is more like a donkey pulling a mill, turning around and around and doing nothing worthwhile.

How could she be so stupid?

Wang Pandi couldn't stop feeling the pain in her heart and blamed herself for being too greedy. Her master had clearly helped her gain a higher status in the family, but she was thinking about emptying out everything in her master's house.

Chen Qing carried out her work according to the original teaching plan.

When he started teaching, Chen Qing had already adjusted his posture.

She is a teacher.

Not a master.

That way you don't have to worry about their major life events.

As long as she can do it and have a clear conscience, that's enough.

It's like doing a charity.

After attending classes for the entire afternoon, Chen Qing felt so dry in the mouth that he drank tons of water when he got home.

Then he took out his notebook and recorded the learning progress of the students in the class.

She studied fashion design in a systematic way, selecting from them and teaching them how to learn sewing quickly.

Following her step-by-step teaching method, one month is enough to learn how to make what she teaches.

As for the four sewing machines.

Naturally, they have their own place.

As her teaching continued to improve, time also came to New Year's Day.

Not to mention the whole of China, people in this area don't care about New Year's Day at all and don't even have extra meals.

There were still three days before Chen Qing was supposed to go to work at the machinery factory, but Chen Qing went to the machinery factory on New Year's Day.

The security guards saw the long-lost figure, their eyes lit up, and blurted out: "Chen"

What should I shout?

Team leader Chen, Comrade Chen, Deputy Director Chen?

His brain was stuck.

Chen Qing smiled and said, "Comrade Chen will do."

"Comrade Chen, why are you here?"

"I came to the factory for something."

"Oh, then come in."

The Security Department let her in, and Chen Qing went straight to Secretary Yang's office.

Secretary Yang was surprised by her arrival: "Deputy Director Chen, why are you here?"

"Let me catch up with you."

Chen Qing smiled.

She has a great attitude.

Secretary Yang became alert: "That's great, I'll pour you some tea."

"It's not right for an old man to pour tea for a young man. I'll do it myself."

Chen Qing picked and chose the tea leaves that were displayed to him, and directly took the most expensive one and started to make tea.

As skilled as if this was her office.

Secretary Yang endured it.

After brewing the tea, Chen Qing held the teacup and leaned back, "Secretary Yang, I heard that you are still in charge of the steelmaking workshop, right?"

"I'll pass it on to you when you get back."

There is no Chen Qing in the steelmaking workshop.

It didn't make any sense to him.

Chen Qing: "But you are still the leader now. I have something to discuss with you."

"Tell me about it."

"The clothes of the workers in the scrap iron department of the steelmaking workshop are quickly torn. After donating ten sets of clothes to the soldiers on the frontier, our mutual aid group plans to repair clothes for the comrades in the scrap iron department for free before closing, so as to maximize their value. What do you think?"

Secretary Yang looked at her.

Her eyes were calm and normal.

I can't see any ideas.

But her mutual aid group alone established her status in the two major companies.

The clothes donated were chosen from the regiment where her brother-in-law had served, which further consolidated everyone's impression of her brother-in-law. If He Yuxiang wanted to join the army, he would be more likely to receive preferential treatment.

Now, even in the last few days, she pushed the value of the sewing group to the limit and let those who followed her have a carnival.