"Liu Cheng, let's go and complete the formalities tomorrow!"

Wei Ru closed the study door tightly, not wanting the two children to hear the noise inside.

But as soon as they entered the study, the two children would get nervous. They knew that if their parents were alone in the study, they would argue and even get a divorce.

"Brother? Does Mom not want us anymore?"

Children don't understand adult matters. They only see their mother arguing with their father about getting a divorce, and they think their mother doesn't want them anymore.

"No, don't be afraid, they won't get divorced. Grandpa and Uncle both told Mom not to get divorced."

But once his mother decided to be with him, no one could persuade her otherwise. He didn't know whether he was comforting his sister or himself.

Liu Cheng was exhausted. She had been making a scene at home for so long, and no matter who tried to persuade her, it wouldn't work.

He didn't want a divorce because he wanted his two children to have a complete family, but during this time the two children were still like frightened birds, so it would be better to get a divorce.

"good"

He agreed so readily that Wei Lan was stunned; Liu Cheng had never spoken before, no matter what she said.

Instead, her father and brother kept trying to persuade her. Wei Lan thought he wanted to rely on her father and brother to persuade her to stay, but how could that be possible? She would never stay with him.

"...The house and savings are all yours. You can take the children with you for now, and I'll take them with me once I've settled down."

These were conditions she had considered beforehand; her father was too old, and she couldn't very well leave her two children with him.

Moreover, she didn't want to stay here any longer and wanted to wait until she was settled before she could bring her two children over.

Liu Cheng stood to the side, clenched his fist, and gave Wei Lan a serious look.

"You either take the two children away now, or they'll have to stay with me indefinitely. I can't wait for you to settle them down."

Wei Lan paused, stood there thinking for a long time, and finally nodded, "Okay."

The two children sat on the sofa, their eyes fixed on the study door. This time, no arguing could be heard coming from inside.

The younger daughter whispered in her brother's ear, "Great news, brother! Mom and Dad didn't fight this time. Have they made up?"

He didn't know how to answer his sister, but he felt something was off. Soon the study door opened.

The two children sat on the sofa and cautiously called out "Mom," but didn't rush over to her as they usually do.

It was only then that Wei Lan realized that she had caused her two children so much fear and anxiety for so long.

The thought of her two children living with Liu Cheng in the future pained Wei Lan.

They agreed that the child would live with Liu Cheng from now on, but she could come to see them whenever she wanted.

Wei Lan forced a smile onto her face, while silently apologizing to them in her heart.

The next day, the two children went to the aftercare class as usual. They didn't know that when they returned home, Wei Lan's things were gone.

When Wei Fumin heard that his daughter was getting a divorce, he closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time. In fact, he had expected it long ago; after making such a fuss for so long, she was bound to get a divorce.

"The job your brother arranged for you won't be available for a while. Why don't you stay home and spend more time with them?"

"I want them to adjust as soon as possible, since they're divorced and I won't be by their side anymore."

"you!"

Wei Fumin waved her out of the study, telling her to stay at home for a while and leave as soon as her work was arranged.

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"Master Liu"

Song Qing ran into Master Liu as soon as she arrived at work. She greeted him before heading back to her own spot.

This morning was the usual time for showering her with compliments. Liu Jun was standing right next to her and heard her people fawning over her like lackeys. He rolled his eyes.

"Xiao Song, Director Hong asked me to call you over."

Just as Song Qingcai finished her examination, Master Liu came over to call her. Everyone still referred to Director Zhang as Director, just like before.

Zhang Hongsheng is now the director of Workshop 1. To distinguish her from Director Zhang, everyone just calls her Director Hong.

"Master Liu, what does Director Hong want with me?"

"How would I know? You'll find out when you get there."

By calculation, Director Hong is Song Qing's direct superior.

"director?"

"Xiao Song, you're here. Don't be so formal. Just call me Sister Hongsheng as always."

"That won't do. We have to follow the factory rules now that we're in the factory."

Zhang Hongsheng waved his hand and placed a long roll of cloth, about three or four meters long, directly in front of her.

"It's the No. 8 fabric that our factory just produced, the one your group developed. Feel it?"

After all, it was fabric produced by her own hands, and Song Qing was already extremely familiar with it.

"What's wrong, Director?"

“Our salesman went to the city department store today. Our fabric is one of the best quality even in department stores, but the department store only ordered a few rolls. Do you know why?”

Apart from the Dacron fabric from Gangcheng, no other fabric can compare to that from their factory.

In addition, they have a price advantage, costing several dollars less per meter than those from the port city.

"Color? Ours are all unbleached white fabric, which is not dirt-resistant and does not look good."

Zhang Hongsheng sighed. They originally planned to produce greige fabric and sell it to other factories, but the profit margin between greige fabric and finished fabric was too large.

“If we sell all our raw materials to dyeing factories, we will lose a lot of money.”

Song Qing lowered her eyes. In fact, the factory had already thought about it. They originally planned to add a dyeing workshop next year, and then add a garment workshop after a while.

"We can't wait until next year."

Let alone next year, they almost cursed when they went to the department store to find out the purchase price of the two fabrics.

Fabric in the port city costs 18 yuan per meter, while other better fabrics cost around 8 yuan, and cheaper ones only cost 5 yuan.

The department store charged them 4 yuan, which was even lower than the price of the worst fabric.

But if they want to sell to dyeing factories, they can only get a little over three yuan per meter at most.

"Once our fabric is dyed, it will definitely sell for more than 10 yuan."

Xiao Song, the factory has always had high hopes for you, and this time you've lived up to expectations by developing the fabric we wanted. The position of head of the technical department has been vacant for a while now.

Song Qing raised her head and took a deep breath.

"We hope you can lead the technical department to solve the fabric dyeing problem. Just go ahead and do it with confidence. The factory will cover you no matter how big the problem is."

"director……"

Song Qing was surprised that she was suddenly made the technical supervisor, and even put in charge of such an important matter as the dyeing workshop.

"What difficulties do you have? If there are no difficulties, then get started. You will be in charge of everyone in your technical department. If you need other people, come and find me."

Zhang Hongsheng didn't even give her a chance to speak after he finished speaking. He first made grand promises to her, and then praised her extensively, saying that everyone in the factory thought highly of her.

When Song Qing came out of the office, she was a little confused. Why did she suddenly have such a heavy burden on her shoulders?

A little while later, Zhang Hongsheng called everyone in the technical department to his office. They looked at each other, wondering why he had called them over.

Only Liu Jun had a vague premonition.