"Turn off the lights, get ready to blow out the candles and make a wish."

The moment the lights went out.

The candlelight on the cake flickered.

As Mao Mao sang, the siblings clasped their hands together and made a sincere wish.

Pingping hopes that her father can always be by her mother's side.

Youyou hopes that her older sister Xiaoyu will be healthy in the future.

The two blew the candles out forcefully.

There was applause all around.

When the lights came back on, Chen Qing held Youyou's hand as they cut the cake: "Your piece is bigger so it'll taste better. Cut the rest into smaller pieces, otherwise there won't be enough for your good friend."

"good!"

Youyou put her own piece aside for the time being and took the full cake out to share with her good friends.

Xiao Yu ate the flat cake and exclaimed, "It's so delicious! I wish Uncle could open a shop!"

"support!"

Mao Mao thinks it tastes really good.

Pingping is much more enthusiastic about eating cake than regular meals, and she eats it much faster: "Cake is delicious!"

Desserts directly captured everyone's hearts.

He Yuan, the chef, was finally satisfied to see that Pingping had finally accepted his food.

Aunt Feng and Aunt Zhang were a little uneasy.

The male homeowner has returned.

They had two days off over the weekend.

He took good care of his whole family.

What are they going to do?!

Chen Qing provides very good benefits.

What if I get fired?

I guess I'll have to go back to my hometown and farm.

But both of them were simple-minded and didn't intend to keep it forever. While preparing dried goods for Xiaoyu's return to the capital the next day, they took the opportunity to find out what Xiaoyu was thinking.

Xiaoyu said, "My uncle has to go to the capital in half a month. Aunt Feng, Aunt Zhang, you two stay here."

"The wages don't need to be too high. Why ask for thirty-six? Ten or twenty yuan will do."

Meals and accommodation are included.

It's okay if the child isn't in school and needs more care.

The children are all in school now.

I'm very free every day.

Taking so much money, I feel guilty.

Xiaoyu frowned and went to tell her aunt about it.

Chen Qing said, "Keep the original salary. Wages are rising outside, so it's not appropriate to lower them. Just tell them to stay put and not to talk nonsense."

Xiaoyu relayed the information truthfully.

The two readily agreed.

Xiaoyu clung to her aunt again: "Auntie, I want to go back to school."

Chen Qing patted her hair: "I need to go to the capital for a meeting at the end of the year. I'll look for you then."

"good!"

Xiaoyu did the math.

Her brother and Mao Mao are coming to see her.

My aunt came too.

My uncle will still have to work in the capital in the future.

She won't lack company in the capital!

Thinking of all this, Xiaoyu smiled happily.

I wasn't that sad when I left by train.

He Yuan was the one who escorted Xiao Yu back to the capital, and he didn't forget to remind her of her studies.

Xiao Yu hurriedly escaped and got into the car.

He Yuan: "..."

Why does no one in my family like math?

He Yuan went to find Chen Qing, feeling dejected.

Chen Qing shrugged: "Nobody likes making clothes anyway."

He Yuan thought about it and agreed: "Then I feel much better."

Chen Qing: "..."

I really want to punch someone.

"Come on, it's time for you to come in handy."

"What?"

"Drive!"

"Yes, ma'am."

He Yuan opened the car door, and Chen Qing awkwardly climbed in. When He Yuan came in, she saw his hand on the steering wheel, his wrists pale and slender, his eyes deep-set, and his jawline sharp and clean. His dashing departure from the garment factory made her feel compelled to emphasize, "We're going to the Construction Bureau, not the guesthouse."

"I don't know the way."

"Then drive however you like!"

"It's probably in those few places."

"Then you drive."

Chen Qing stared ahead, passing by the cinema and seeing the poster for "Little Flower." Seeing that everyone was still queuing to see it, he truly admired the veteran artist's abilities. He blinked and thought about investing money in advertising for the movie again.

She really is...

Always thinking about where to spend money.

Upon arriving at the Construction Bureau, Chen Qing spoke directly with the director about the scheduling.

He Yuan was writing a letter inside the car.

He wanted to earn a little money.

Otherwise, the family's savings would be quite small.

After Chen Qing finished discussing matters, he went to the Light Industry Bureau to inquire about her review process.

Just as Chen Qing was about to head to find Qi Yuanchao, she saw Yang Weibin. Hearing Yang Weibin's smug voice, as if he was about to sign a contract, Chen Qing went over to take a look.

"Hello, comrades."

Chen Qing entered the small conference room of the Light Industry Bureau.

Yang Weibin's expression suddenly changed, and when he looked at Chen Qing, he wished he could kill her: "Director Chen, are you that free?"

"It's alright." Chen Qing pulled out a chair and sat down. "What kind of cooperation are you talking about? I'd like to hear it too."

The factory manager of the porcelain factory said, "Hello, Manager Chen. We make porcelain, but sales are currently very poor. Mr. Yang offered a very good price, so we agreed to transfer the business."

"Thank you, Mr. Yang, for supporting China's economic development." Chen Qing thanked him, but without hesitation, he took the contract to look at it, wanting to see what was attractive to Yang Weibin: "You decided to cooperate from the very beginning?"

The porcelain factory manager shook his head: "No, Mr. Yang brought a photo of a Ming and Qing dynasty imperial kiln and asked us to make an exact replica. Our master craftsmen, with their superb skills, produced a porcelain piece that was almost indistinguishable from the real thing. After Mr. Yang felt our capabilities, he decided to cooperate."

Chen Qing narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, thinking of the reports from later generations about how counterfeit goods were artificially aged and then hyped up as suspected official kiln pieces lost overseas, disrupting the international collection market and making huge profits.

In order to support their families, the master craftsmen will shift their production line entirely to antique reproduction, and young craftsmen will no longer learn to create, but will only imitate.

She had heard of such things before.

Unexpectedly, she bumped into us.

"Our master craftsman has excellent skills."

"Yes, but hardly anyone buys them. Sigh."

Orders at the Canton Fair have decreased.

It's really hard for them to survive.

Yang Weibin remained silent. So what if Chen Qing figured it out?

He can get it by paying a little more money!

Chen Qing suggested to the porcelain factory, "Did you know that our garment factory provides subsidies to light industry?"

"I know, I submitted it, but it was rejected." Seeing Chen Qing sigh, the porcelain factory director also sighed: "It's okay, just sell it. This is for modernization, and the workers still need to eat."

Chen Qing felt a tightness in his chest. "Let's sell it for a good price."

Yang Weibin crossed his legs smugly: "For Director Chen's sake, name your price."

"Ten million."

"make a deal!"

The red stamp fell.

Everything is already set in stone.

The porcelain factory manager thanked Chen Qing, who directly earned the factory an extra two million yuan.

Chen Qing shook his head and went to find Qi Yuanchao: "Our factory sold quite a lot."

"Yes, it's for improving people's livelihoods. And if you go to the machinery factory, you'll see that some factories really should be sold. They think that it doesn't matter how much they work, they're just slacking off every day, and the government still has to pay their wages. How can those factories have any development? Chen Qing, not every factory is as promising as your Shengxia Sports Clothing Factory."

Qi Yuanchao felt that selling the factory and reforming was inevitable, and he was not as saddened as Chen Qing, because selling the factory could also be considered his achievement.

Chen Qing's lips parted slightly: "Never mind." (End of Chapter)