Leng Qingshu chuckled, then slowly dropped a bombshell:
"This cheongsam was sewn by Leng Lie, and it's entirely handmade!"
What did you say?
Secretary Du picked at his ear.
Leng Qingshu showed him the cheongsam, saying, "From cutting to sewing, he did it all by himself."
You can see that the stitches are not only fine and even, but also the same on both sides.
And these embroidered details were also stitched on by him, stitch by stitch..."
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, even he wouldn't have believed it.
How could a burly, rough man like Leng Lie be able to wield an embroidery needle?
But that's just how amazing things are.
They can not only wield a steel gun and a long staff, but also use an embroidery needle.
"Could you be being fooled by Xiaoxi?"
Secretary Du expressed complete disbelief.
Guan Yuxi is clever; she managed to get Leng Lie into the factory.
It's not difficult to use a little trick.
Leng Qingshu looked at him helplessly, "Have you ever seen hallucinogens in martial arts novels?"
If Xiaoxi has it, then I'll admit I was hallucinating.
Don't say Secretary Du doesn't believe it.
Even when he saw it with his own eyes, he still felt like he was dreaming.
Secretary Du frowned and thought for a moment, then waved his hand, "Forget it, I don't have time to concern myself with your specific operations."
As long as you can gain the respect of the people, don't cause any trouble, and repay the loan on time, everything will be fine!
Leng Qingshu nodded quickly, reported the progress to Secretary Du, and then hurriedly rode his bicycle back.
After the factory officially started operations.
Guan Yuxi was so busy she barely had time to breathe.
On one hand, he had to keep a close eye on quality alongside Leng Lie, and on the other hand, he had to worry about sales channels.
Although Lin Tiandi had repeatedly stated that she was familiar with the supply and marketing cooperatives in several nearby communes and that there would definitely be no problem getting goods from the garment factory.
But Guan Yuxi thought differently.
From the beginning, she designed two models: one for high-end products and one for mass-market products.
The supply and marketing cooperatives nearby alone cannot absorb the demand for high-quality clothing.
Her targets are Hongshi, Jinheshi, and even Haishi and Kyoto!
However, we'll have to wait until the first batch of goods arrives before we can discuss any further details.
"You should take a rest. I'll be fine here."
Leng Lie felt very sorry for her when he saw that she looked like she was going to doze off while standing.
She hasn't been able to sleep well these past few days.
He's either constantly thinking about something or frantically drawing design drafts.
Even though Leng Lie took over everything he could for her.
Guan Yuxi still has a lot on her plate.
She also realized that this was not a solution and had begun to train a capable deputy.
Xu Meng'an and He Nan were both included in her consideration.
"Okay, thank you, Brother Lie. I'll send you a big red envelope when I make money!"
Leng Lie was both amused and exasperated.
But he still went along with her and said, "Well, I'm waiting for Director Xi's red envelope to support my wife."
Factory Director Xi, don't forget.
Guan Yuxi: "......"
To flirt so openly and seriously in public.
How did he do it?
She listlessly slumped over the table for a nap.
Leng Lie made her a cup of honey water and told her to remember to drink it later.
He himself went to the cutting group.
At first, the other groups were fine with it, finding it novel and fun.
Everyone is working very hard.
Only the cutting team, under Guan Yuxi's repeated demands to "save costs and eliminate waste," were somewhat timid, and their work efficiency was extremely low.
In this situation, Leng Lie had no choice but to abandon his role as a buffer and work alongside everyone else.
"We just need to make good use of every inch of cloth and not waste it intentionally."
There's no need to piece together fabric just a finger's width apart; the time wasted is worth far more than the fabric itself.
Cold and harsh words are still rare.
And he was expressionless, with a cold voice.
But to everyone else, it was like having a guiding light.
One by one, they rushed to express their gratitude to him, saying, "Thank you so much, Assistant Factory Manager!"
Leng Lie: "......"
He is indeed the factory manager's assistant.
But why is everyone responding so enthusiastically? It feels a bit strange.
***
Why can't I go in?
“I have already registered my marriage with Leng Hongxing, and I am also from Lengjiagou.”
"Why can't I go to work? Get Guan Yuxi out here!"
Bai Qin sat at the factory gate, throwing a tantrum and refusing to leave.
Guan Yuxi went outside upon hearing the sound.
It's true what they say, birds of a feather flock together.
Bai Qin is starting to look more and more like an old witch.
Where is the image of that intellectual beauty she once had?
"You want to work in the factory? Why didn't you come for the assessment?"
Guan Yuxi looked at Bai Qin, a strange look appearing in her eyes.
The original female lead really broadened her horizons.
It remains to be seen whether she and Chu Zheling will never cross paths again, or whether they will eventually come together again.
Upon seeing Guan Yuxi, Bai Qin immediately got up from the ground.
"Guan Yuxi, why won't you let me work in the factory?"
I wasn't feeling well on the day of the assessment.
"I'm pregnant, can't you take care of a pregnant woman?"
She looked completely at ease with herself.
It successfully made Guan Yuxi laugh.
"Since she's pregnant, she should just stay home and eat and drink well. Why would she go to work?"
Uncle Qingshi isn't short of money, is he? How can he treat his wife—no, his daughter-in-law—like this?
Bai Qin looked at her warily.
Was her last sentence a pointed remark, or an unintentional slip of the tongue?
But whatever it was, she pretended not to hear it.
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