What is not widely known is that today, various enterprises, institutions, and schools in mainland China also hold celebratory events.
Li Xia's workplace has one, and the performance is about to start, but Director Li Xia hasn't entered yet.
She rarely calls Chen Rou, and when she does, it's always for serious business; she doesn't chat with Chen Rou about trivial matters.
However, Chen Rou's two cell phones, one in her bedroom and one in the living room of the two homes she had lived in, and one in her office at the company, totaling seven or eight numbers, occupied all the shortcut keys on her phone's keyboard.
She should send Chen Ke a text message right now. He's been on duty in Kowloon for the past few days. She caught a cold and has been coughing since she left. He's eating now, but he'll be going back to work soon. He sent a text to ask how she's doing and if her cold is better. She should send a text to reassure her husband.
But she didn't want to bother her daughter too much, yet she also wanted to explain many things, so even Chen Rou would never know how long it took her mother to prepare for a casual phone call.
Taking a deep breath, she dialed the number, and Chen Rou answered almost instantly: "Mom?"
Li Xia always felt like she was dreaming, but as soon as she heard her daughter's voice, she would be instantly pulled back to reality. She smiled and said, "You must be busy today. Remember to give A Yuan water and remind him to go to the toilet, otherwise, the child might wet his pants when he's having fun. But most importantly, you should sit down if you can, don't stand up..."
Chen Rou interrupted her: "I know, I will."
She added, "There are several senior members of parliament and priests. The nun is leaving today, and I need to attend her farewell in a little while."
Li Xia immediately said, "I won't bother you anymore, go quickly. Arou, if you can sit, don't stand. And even if someone makes you angry, remember, don't get angry, and definitely don't fight back."
Even though the line was busy, she kept rambling on and on until she finished saying everything she wanted to say.
After telling her daughter what she wanted to say, she finally had time to reply to her husband's text message.
The two are actually about the same age, but she is the mother and Chen Rou is the daughter, a fact that Li Xia firmly believes.
She firmly believed that her daughter had traveled through time to make up for her inability to have children in this life.
She and Chen Rou will always be two different kinds of people. She may not be Chen Ke's wife or the general manager of ROSE Garment Factory, but she is not loving. She is selfish. She will always be a good mother to Chen Rou and a good grandmother to her children. She may nag, be annoying, and spoil her children without restraint, but only because of love.
That's why, while others were celebrating their return, she was worried that her daughter, who was still in early pregnancy, might be tiring her out.
She dreamed of a garden full of peonies, a sight she had never actually seen.
She knew in her heart that she would have a lovely little girl again, and she would love her as much as she loved A Yuan.
I've finally finished the phone call with my daughter, and the clothing company's July 1st celebration activities are about to officially begin.
As the only elite general manager in the entire factory who is not only capable of design but also fluent in English, as she descended the steps, the employees on the side spontaneously raised their hands to applaud her, and people would greet her from time to time: "Hello, General Manager Li!"
Someone else said, "Mr. Li, you've worked hard."
All leaders want their employees to respect and love them in the same way that they respect and love Li Xia.
But as a leader who is loved and respected by the employees from the bottom of their hearts, Li Xia has to say that it is actually very simple: just treat the employees normally, give them the compensation they deserve, and don't hide anything from them. It's easy to do.
She never thought it was difficult, and today she smiled brightly, with a kindness beyond her years. Of course, she is a mother, and her daughter will represent the three of them at a grand event.
That made her proud and warmed her heart.
At the same time, in Taichung, Taiwan, Chen Chia-hao—oh no, he should be called Taiwan Island Boy.
He listened to his subordinates' incessant complaints while simultaneously listening to the dialing sounds on his phone.
Finally, the call didn't go through, so he hung up and yelled at his subordinate, "Sissy! Speak plainly! It's making my head spin!"
It's quite unbelievable. Just when Boss Dong and Boss Er had both retired from the gang and left the organization, and the gangsters in Macau were also keeping a low profile and avoiding involvement in organized crime, the Taiwanese guy went against the grain and his feet were already black.
There was nothing he could do. Although he was still as thin as before, his suit was always hanging loose, and he looked malnourished. Even though he had money and had started driving luxury cars again, he never looked like a rich man; he just looked like a loser.
Gradually, as he engaged in foreign trade, he gained more and more henchmen, and people in the underworld spontaneously came to believe that he was the boss of the Bamboo Union Gang. When different branches had disputes over land or business, they would all come to him for instructions.
He's so annoying. He only cares about making money and doesn't want to deal with anything related to the underworld.
But people always come to him for judgment and rulings over all sorts of trivial matters, such as who slept with whom, or who took whose territory. What's even more infuriating is that, for example, if one of his henchmen's wives was slept with by someone else, he would pat the henchman on the shoulder and say, "We're all brothers, it's just a wife, what's wrong with letting him have her?"
The henchman was obedient and actually said, "If the boss says to give way, then give way."
The Taiwanese guy pulled out his wallet and said, "Let's buy two boxes of Indian God Oil to boost our strength, and then get a new wife?"
The henchman's eyes lit up, and he reached out to grab the money: "Brother, you truly are my good brother, you're so clever."
The Taiwanese waved his hand weakly: "Go away, go away, don't bother me again."
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