Some of them did not participate in the work in the experimental workshop. Although they were all in the same factory, Song Qing had not seen them for a long time.

"Sister Song Qing"

These technicians are not just colleagues; they also share a bond that includes accompanying each other on a month-long training trip.

"Why did Director Hong call us here?"

"Everyone, please be quiet. I called you here to inform you of something: our technical department has been established for quite some time, but we still haven't elected a leader."

After discussion within the factory, it has been decided that Comrade Song Qing will henceforth be the head of the technical department. We hope that under her leadership, everyone will contribute to the factory's further development.

Everyone exchanged glances and applauded. In fact, they had a premonition all along. Song Qing was originally their team leader, so it was not unreasonable for him to become the technical supervisor now.

The technicians in the family compound all agreed, but the technicians who were recruited later were somewhat dissatisfied, especially Liu Jun.

He was clearly the most technically experienced among them, but a mediocre person was made the supervisor.

"Comrade Song Qing's abilities are evident to all. The No. 8 fabric that our factory is now focusing on producing was developed by her and a few other comrades."

Song Qing stood aside and said, "Thank you for the factory's trust. I will definitely live up to the factory's expectations and do my best to perform my duties as the head of the technical department."

Wang He stood aside with a straight face and didn't say anything. As someone who worked in the experimental workshop, she naturally knew that Song Qing's group had developed fabric No. 8. She was already favored by the leaders, and now she had made a contribution. Who else could have gotten this position but her?

Besides, she would rather Song Qing than Liu Jun go up there.

Besides this matter, Zhang Hongsheng also brought them another piece of news.

“Our factory needs to set up dyeing workshops from time to time. Please cooperate with Supervisor Song’s work arrangements.”

After leaving Director Hong's office, many people surrounded Song Qing to offer their congratulations, while Liu Jun and others left with stern faces.

"Our technician Xiao Song is amazing."

"Alright, stop calling him Technician Song. He should be called Supervisor Song."

Before, it didn't matter how much they joked around, but now that Song Qingzhen has become the supervisor, the workers are a little embarrassed to joke with her anymore.

"Alright, call me whatever you want, it's just a name."

Song Qing has become numb to these titles. Many people still call her Sister Song Qing, but in reality, they are probably older than her.

She returned to the experimental workshop first, and suddenly a heavy responsibility appeared on her shoulders, making her feel a lot of pressure. At the same time, she regretted that she should have spent more time in the dyeing workshop.

Unfortunately, because of Fang Ru, he didn't stay in the dyeing workshop for long at that time.

Guan Lian watched as she walked over with a frown. "I have experience with dyeing before, and I know some basic knowledge. If you have any problems, you can come to me."

"Thank you, Sister Guan."

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Guan Lian asked many people about the school today, and Director Zhang called her to his office after hearing about it.

"Comrade Xiao Guan, I heard that you want to find a high school for your son."

Our factory previously collaborated with the No. 1 High School and knows some teachers there. I'll recommend him to you.

Guan Lian nodded gratefully upon hearing this, as it was much more convenient for the factory to step in than for her to go looking for it herself.

"Thank you, Director Zhang."

"No need to thank me. Since you've brought your whole family here, the textile factory will naturally take care of your worries."

Large factory areas usually have schools; they just haven't had the facilities yet since they've only been open for a short time.

Guan Lian borrowed the factory's phone to call the No. 1 High School. The teacher there pondered for a moment after hearing the call.

"Our school does admit students from outside the school, but there are requirements for exam scores and rankings."

"No problem, so will we take the exam directly at the school?"

The school gave her the address and the time, so Guan Lian took a deep breath and called home.

No one in her family understood why she insisted on getting a divorce. Her son was already 16 years old; what could she do after a divorce at that age?

Guan Lian didn't care. After the divorce, she brought her youngest son here, but her eldest son was still at home being cared for by her ex-husband and mother-in-law.

"Hey Mom, is Ah Liang there? I need to talk to him."

The mother-in-law sneered on the phone, "Don't call me Mom anymore, we're divorced!"

She had thought someone had called and run out of the house, but it turned out to be her heartless daughter-in-law.

Guan Lian did not refute, "I'll go find Ah Liang."

"Why are you still looking for him? If you truly cared for him, would you leave him here alone? Would you let him not have a complete family? Do you know how people outside will laugh at him?"

The woman on the other end kept cursing and swearing for a long time, while Guan Lian clenched her fists tightly until a man's voice came through.

"Why would she call back? This isn't her home anymore!"

Guan Lian let them hurl insults at her over the phone, and finally her long-awaited son came over.

He held the phone for a long time without saying a word.

"I'm sorry, Liang. Mom promised you that I would bring you over after I've settled in."

The person on the other end abruptly interrupted her, "So, what's the reason this time?"

She took her younger brother away and left herself here alone.

"No, I've found a school that's willing to accept you. As long as you can pass the exam, Mom believes you can."

He probably didn't expect that this phone call wouldn't be about various excuses, but a concrete solution, and he was stunned for a long time without replying.

"Do you still have the money Mom gave you last time? Buy a train ticket and come here to the address provided, but don't let your dad know where I live."

She didn't know if her ex-husband and mother-in-law were still on the other end of the phone, so she could only keep it brief.

"Mom said this place is really nice. Buy a ticket and take the train here. I'll pick you up at the train station."

"……good"

After Guan Lian hung up the phone, her eyes were completely red. A while later, Director Zhang came in and handed her a tissue.

"Remember to contact the factory if you encounter any difficulties."

Yes, it will.

There are no difficulties; she has already experienced all the difficulties in the first thirty years of her life, so no matter how big the difficulties are in the future, they will not be a problem.

Having finally resolved a major and weighty matter, Guan Lian felt a sense of relief. After work, she stood smiling at the entrance of the textile factory, waiting for Song Qing and the others to arrive.

Both of them were a little puzzled. Why was Sister Guan suddenly so happy?

"Sister-in-law, I'm going too."

The weather is getting colder and colder, so Lu Ronghui wants to go home first to pick up An'an. She will also go up the mountain to collect firewood, and she will wait for her brother to come back before cooking dinner.

"Then you go pick up An'an first, we'll go up the mountain first."

Upon hearing that she could go up the mountain again, An'an immediately went home, threw her schoolbag in the yard, and skipped away with her aunt in hand.

"Comrade Lu?"

Not long after leaving the family compound, An'an ran into Wei Hui. She didn't recognize this uncle and tilted her head to look him up and down for a while.

Lu Ronghui was also surprised to run into him here. "Comrade Wei, what are you doing here?"