Chapter 717 Criticism

He Yuxiang closed the door and said to his aunt, "Let's find a security guard to be in charge of chasing people away."

Chen Qing: "I've already made arrangements. I'll start work on Monday."

He Yuxiang: "That's fine then."

Xiaoyu has already gone back to her study to work.

Pingping and Youyou played with their older brother again.

He Yuxiang taught them the operating principles of a typewriter. After the college entrance examination, he planned to buy a house as a teaching base to teach others how to use a typewriter. The tuition fee was 100 yuan per person, and the course was guaranteed to teach them until they learned how to use it. Only 100 people were allowed to attend, so it was first-come, first-served.

He planned to first teach a group of people, then select those suitable to be teachers, and have them teach others how to operate the typewriter.

Each province can have one station.

According to He Yuxiang's idea, domestic typewriters should be phased out in a few years, and he should make full use of his own advantages.

They'll try to make a quick buck if they can.

With a base established, foreign typing methods might be introduced to China, allowing him to continue teaching and making more money.

He Yuxiang really liked this kind of business that allowed him to make money without having to travel around.

Chen Qingchao waved to He Yuxiang.

He Yuxiang walked over and asked impatiently, "What?"

"Let's chat, how much money have you made?"

Chen Qing felt that he had long since become a millionaire.

How annoying!

She and He Yuan have worked diligently for many years, but their earnings are probably less than a fraction of He Yuxiang's.

He Yuxiang read the number to her directly: "More than fifty thousand."

"……oh."

Her current salary is 180.

Chen Qing waved his hand again, telling him to stay away.

I'm devastated, I'm really about to devastate.

He Yuxiang didn't leave, and asked, "Is it allowed for me to build a factory?"

Chen Qing asked weakly, "What are you trying to do?"

"Electronic watches are low-cost and not technically difficult to make, but they're sure to sell well."

Not every household has a clock these days.

Electronic watches are inexpensive and will definitely have a large audience.

Chen Qing thought for a moment and said, "There's a very small factory that's about to go bankrupt. I'll help you make the connection, and you can buy it and take over directly."

He Yuxiang: "Was the price expensive to buy it?"

Chen Qing: "If you give me a commission, the price isn't expensive; if you don't, it's very expensive."

He Yuxiang: "Then I won't give it to you."

Chen Qing: "Stingy!"

She rolled her eyes, too lazy to bother with this brat.

In just a few years, He Yuxiang's height increased to 186 cm. He was tall and thin, which was annoying to look at.

He Yuxiang took his younger brother back to the house for a midday rest.

Youyou likes to sleep with him, so He Yuxiang always sleeps with his younger brother, which makes him used to having someone in his bed. When he goes out to work, he even takes Mao Mao to sleep with him.

He Yuxiang turned on the fan, covered his younger brother's stomach with a thin blanket, and gently patted his tummy: "Go to sleep."

Youyou can go AFK in a second.

He Yuxiang also lay down and began to plan what he would do next.

Chen Qing stood in the courtyard, lost in thought.

In recent years, Shengxia Sports Apparel Factory has developed rapidly, making a name for itself in sportswear and sports shoes. It has also independently developed fabrics, expanded its scale, and established several branch factories. This year, it has even launched a branch line and is preparing to sell fashion items.

The future looks very bright.

Foreign investors have also noticed this.

Currently, everyone is discussing whether to take out 1 billion to sell the factory.

Because of the shortage of foreign exchange, but the core of Shengxia Sports Apparel Factory is Chen Qing, as long as she is willing to start over, she can make a pure profit of one billion.

Chen Qing beat the other man so badly that he was hospitalized; he broke two of his ribs.

But many people are tempted by the huge profits.

A billion.

If we can get this money, we can distribute it to many places.

So……

Many people have plenty of money in their pockets.

What can they bring to the summer sportswear factory?

Even if this factory has made earth-shattering contributions, it will ultimately belong to Chen Qing. They have nothing, so they might as well ask for money.

Chen Qing rubbed his temples, returned to his room, and opened the newspapers from recent days to observe the policies.

Pingping came too.

She enjoys reading books and newspapers.

Unlike her impulsiveness as an infant, she grew up and inexplicably became a very quiet girl.

He lives like a retired cadre.

Enjoying tea, reading the newspaper, and beating up his younger brother.

Quiet yet violent.

Chen Qing looked down at her daughter at her feet and asked, "Did you see anything?"

Pingping's face was serious: "It's very chaotic outside, don't go out casually."

"Yes, you and your brother should take the main road when you go out."

With many educated youth returning to the cities, the probability of robbery has surged.

Chen Qing wasn't too worried about the area near the factory because she had specifically instructed the security department to increase manpower this year. Now there were patrols everywhere, and they would take action whenever they saw someone stealing.

Pingping leaned against her mother's leg, and after looking up for a while, she said angrily, "Mom, someone up there is cursing you."

Chen Qing: "Then what should we do?"

Pingping: "I'll help you yell back!"

"Really?"

Chen Qing clasped his hands together, his eyes filled with emotion.

"Really! I'll think about it carefully."

Pingping ran away.

Chen Qing peeked out, unsure of what she was up to, and simply let her be.

Currently, the outside world has adopted a propaganda war to counter the garment factory's unwavering resolve.

The headlines are all very sensational.

Chen Qing glanced through the recent news and found that her articles filled the pages.

Why is a billion-dollar investment struggling to move forward? An analysis of the obstacles on the road to reform.

Who is blocking our future?

Is the Shengxia Sports Apparel Factory actually owned by the "Chen" or the "She"?

...

Headlines like these appeared one after another, all targeting her alone.

There are currently no major celebrities in China, and as someone who is frequently featured in newspapers, she receives a lot of attention, especially at such an important juncture.

The factory receives letters of criticism from people all over the country every day.

Chen Qing then looked at the articles that criticized her the most harshly.

It has to be said.

It is highly inflammatory.

The article first praises her contributions, then changes the subject, saying: Reform and opening up is the tide of the times, the will of the country, and the common choice of a billion people.

Those who follow the way prosper, those who oppose it perish!

However, at this critical historical juncture, we witnessed a heartbreaking scene: Comrade Chen Qing, the director of the Shengxia Sports Apparel Factory, a former pioneer of reform, was standing on the opposite side of the tide with his stubborn actions!

The HK$1 billion in Hong Kong investment represents international capital's trust in China and is the first wave of investment that entered the country after it opened its doors to the world.

Comrade Chen Qing, however, attempted to use her 90 million yuan in profits to block the floodgates of history!

What arrogance and shortsightedness!

We must shout: Comrade Chen Qing, what you are defending is not the national interest, but your dream of becoming a factory director!

What you cherish is not the national brand, but your absolute authority that makes your word count!

When the entire Party and the whole country are fighting their way out, you want to rest on your laurels and become a rich man. This is a betrayal of reform and a betrayal of the people!

(End of this chapter)