Chen Hua and Qin Yu looked at them; they, as men, could never understand the heart of a mother.

You should just keep your mouth shut.

Chen Hua and Chu Xiaolan settled Chen Shishi and Chen Jie in the next room.

The long-awaited relaxation made Chu Xiaolan very happy.

As she herself said, this place felt like her family home, a place where she could relax and do whatever she wanted.

Chen Hua, on the other hand, was borrowed by Xia Lan.

With Chen Hua as her trump card, Xia Lan successfully took over the garment factory.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what are all these! They're all machines that are about to be phased out..."

As Chen Hua and Xia Lan strolled around, they kept complaining about the equipment in the factory she had just bought. They found it all rather unappealing.

"This factory is so small, how much good equipment do you expect it to have?"

Xia Lan glanced at Chen Hua with amusement. Although the equipment in this factory was a bit outdated, it could still function!

"Too."

Chen Hua pursed his lips; the price was indeed cheap.

"I'll send you a better set of equipment when I get back. What other materials do you need? Do you know how to debug it?"

Chen Hua looked at Xia Lan and asked.

Do I look like someone who knows how to debug?

Xia Lan glanced at Chen Hua with amusement, and Chen Hua thought about it and agreed.

"Fine, I'll take care of everything for you!"

"Thank you very much."

Xia Lan chuckled.

Chen Hua gave a soft snort.

"It has to be you. If it were anyone else, I would laugh at them."

Chen Hua glanced at Xia Lan; he was only being so generous because they were family.

He would have kicked anyone else out.

"I've already gathered the people. Would you like to meet them now?"

The former factory director gathered everyone together and introduced Xia Lan to them.

Xia Lan nodded.

Is our factory going to be replacing its manager?

"Then what do we do?"

"Will we be kicked out?"

"Then what about us...?"

"I'm already this old, how am I supposed to find a job..."

The factory wasn't big, but it had quite a few workers. The old factory manager was sentimental, and given the crisis in the factory, the younger workers who saw things weren't going well had already left.

The rest were mostly elderly workers.

The factory was about to change hands, and their concerns were the same as those of the former factory manager.

“These are all skilled workers, they are reliable, if possible... I hope you can keep them.”

The former factory director looked at Xia Lan and lowered his head.

He knew he was asking the impossible; everyone wanted young people, who would want these old workers...

Xia Lan glanced at the former factory director. He had tried to take advantage of her before, but now... he was thinking about these old workers.

"You're supporting a bunch of old workers. Does your factory really need that many people?"

Chen Hua pointed out his mistake without any hesitation.

"Are you running a charity or something? The factory doesn't need this many people to operate, and you insist on adding so much burden to yourself. What? Do you owe them something?"

Chen Hua's words made the former factory director's face turn ugly, and he couldn't refute them even if he wanted to.

The workers below looked at each other in bewilderment after hearing Chen Hua's words.

They assumed Chen Hua was their new factory director.

Xia Lan chuckled, looking at the old factory director's predicament, and then at the group of old workers below.

Chen Hua was right. A production line only needs ten people, but there are more than twenty people here.

The dozen or so extra people were just there for show.

"Who are your relatives?"

Xia Lan asked directly.

The former factory director froze, glancing at Xia Lan.

I didn't expect that she had already guessed it.

"They're supporting so many people, but they can't fire them. Aside from the people who actually do the work, the rest must be people with connections, right?"

"..."

The former factory manager kept wiping the sweat from his forehead.

“My factory doesn’t keep idle people. I’m going to give you a few questions. If you can answer them, you can stay. If you can’t, you should be more conscientious.”

Xia Lan glanced at the workers below and immediately posed three questions.

How many steps are involved in making a set of clothes?

What to do with the excess fabric?

"The steps involved in making a garment sample..."

Xia Lan's question was very simple; anyone who works diligently can answer it.

Even with such a simple question, more than a dozen people still couldn't answer it.

"It consists of X steps..."

"The extra fabric can be..."

"How many steps are involved in making a sample..."

Those with real ability had already answered Xia Lan's question the moment she asked it.

"Good, all of you stand on the left. Those who didn't answer, stand on the right."

Xia Lan divided them into sections.

"The nine people on the left, stay. The rest of you, you can leave."

Xia Lan looked at the nine people on her left; these were the people she needed.

As for the others, Xia Lan glanced at the former factory director and sent them all out.

"Why should we be fired? We've all worked in this factory for so many years! How can you just kick us out like that..."

"I'm not leaving, why should I leave..."

"Please let us stay! We'll work hard..."

"I can't lose this job, please! My grandson is waiting for me to pay him so he can buy him things..."

"..."

One by one, the people who had been driven away by Xia Lan refused to accept this.

She threw tantrums, begged, and used every trick in the book.

Xia Lan looked at this group of people and glanced at the former factory director.

"Is this the person you left for me?"

"This...this..."

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