Chen Zhenxing was the happiest.
These past few days, the department store has been receiving a considerable amount of money every day. Every night, Chen Zhenxing returns to the factory with the money and is as energetic as if he's been injected with chicken blood, stepping on the sewing machine until it sparks.
One word: Do it!
Just do it.
After getting off work at the department store, he would start operating the sewing machine; the more pieces he operated, the more pieces he could sell.
Clearing out the inventory is just around the corner!
Then.
He successfully got himself admitted to the health center.
When Ye Yun asked, she learned that he had barely slept for the past few nights.
She asked Chen Zhenxing, "Are you out of your mind?"
Chen Zhenxing had an IV drip in his hand, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was full of embarrassment at being caught red-handed: "No, I was asleep..."
"Asleep?" Ye Yun sneered. "When Sister Ju and the other girl went back to sleep at ten o'clock, you were still working. When they went to work at five in the morning, you were still working. Where did you sleep?"
"I fell asleep as soon as they left, and I woke up just as they arrived..."
"Oh." Ye Yun sneered again. "Sister Ju said she saw you pounding away on the sewing machine when she went to the bathroom at midnight. Was she hallucinating?"
"..."
Chen Zhenxing fell silent.
Chen Zhenxing fell silent.
Seeing this, Ye Yun simply made a harsh statement: "Sleeping at two and waking up at five, even the King of Hell would praise your good health. Director Chen, if the King of Hell really takes a liking to you one day and you're taken away, do you think I'll still be able to work at this factory?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Zhenxing immediately perked up: "Let's do it! We can't lose the factory!"
Ye Yun's expression hardened.
"Say it again?"
"Oh no!" Chen Zhenxing noticed her strange expression and suddenly realized he had said the wrong thing. He quickly shook his head and said, "That's not what I meant... Oh, I was wrong. I promise I won't do it again. Please don't be angry, okay, Deputy Factory Director Ye?"
He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.
Looking at Ye Yun, his tone was as sincere as could be.
Their attitude in admitting their mistake was fairly good.
"Put your hand down." Ye Yun's tone softened a bit as she glanced at the needle that had returned blood to the back of his hand.
Chen Zhenxing smiled sheepishly, obediently put his hand down, and touched his nose with his other hand in embarrassment.
He was in a moment of panic and forgot that his body has a critical point of stress.
Seeing his helpless sigh, Ye Yun softened her tone and advised, "Director Chen, I know you're anxious, but you also need to know the old saying, 'Haste makes waste.' I know how the factory should proceed. You are the factory director, and more importantly, the backbone of the factory. We can't afford any problems at this critical juncture, you understand?"
Chen Zhenxing blushed and nodded.
It's shameful that he, a middle-aged man in his forties, is not as composed as a young girl like Ye Yun.
"And another thing, your health wasn't very good to begin with. The doctor said last time that you couldn't overwork yourself and needed to rest, which is why I let you come with me to the mall to sell goods. But you really didn't listen." Ye Yun sighed and continued to scold him: "Look, now you've made yourself sick, and we've lost another laborer, haven't we? If you hadn't been so impatient and hadn't overworked yourself, this wouldn't have happened, right? And we'd still be operating as scheduled, wouldn't we?"
"It was my fault……"
Chen Zhenxing felt deeply guilty after hearing what she said, and nodded again, burying his head in his chest like a quail.
Okay, that's about enough of the tapping.
Ye Yun then let out a sigh of relief, feigning satisfaction. "You should stay at the health center for a couple of days. I'll take care of things at the shopping mall. You should focus on recovering."
"Oh...ah?" Chen Zhenxing suddenly raised his head, looking at her with uncertain eyes.
Ye Yun frowned. "What? You're so sick? You don't still want to continue?"
"No..." Chen Zhenxing panicked, "Boss Ye, I can do it, I just didn't get enough sleep. I was unconscious for a long time, but I slept enough for that long time!"
Ye Yun: "..."
How dare you say that?
"That's it. If you dare come back, I'm leaving."
Ye Yun said those words and turned to leave.
Chen Zhenxing was shocked and quickly shouted, "Boss Ye, please stop!"
However, Ye Yun left without looking back.
What a joke! Chen Zhenxing's body has been overworked time and time again, causing great damage. She doesn't want him to die while operating the sewing machine and become the first person in history to die while operating a sewing machine!
Lying on the bed, Chen Zhenxing stared helplessly at the roof of the health center, his eyes brimming with tears.
Sigh, I've been taken advantage of.
He regrets it; he was unlucky in love.
...
Back at the factory, Sister Ju and Sister Mei were still working overtime to make clothes. Both of them were disheveled and looked exhausted, as if they hadn't properly washed their faces and tidied themselves up in a long time.
At this critical juncture, even Sister Ju and Sister Mei are like donkeys pulling a millstone.
We can't stop for a moment.
Bing Ge is keeping an eye on things at the mall for now. He has experience running a clothing store, so there's no need to worry about him.
Ye Yun walked thoughtfully through the workshop.
The rows of sewing machines had been repaired, their bodies polished to a shine. Chen Zhenxing used the first money they earned to buy broken parts for the sewing machines, and he and Bingge worked through the night to repair all the sewing machines in the workshop, and then re-lubricated each one.
There are enough machines available now.
Unfortunately, there was no one there.
The job posting has been up for several days, but no one has shown any interest. It's obvious who's behind this.
Unable to tamper with their clothes, Yang Qinglin turned his attention to the production process, presumably hoping to make them unable to supply the goods and learn from their mistakes.
After thinking for a moment, Ye Yun raised the salary in the job posting again.
She initially ordered it for thirty yuan, but after two days no one asked about it, so she raised it to thirty-five yuan.
Very well, still no one asked.
A wage of thirty-five yuan was quite good at the time, and the factory provided meals and accommodation, so the treatment was above average.
Even so, they still couldn't attract any people.
Ye Yun knew very well that this wasn't just about a few dollars in wages; someone was pulling the strings behind the scenes.
She picked up her pen and immediately raised the salary in the job posting by a significant margin.
The price was changed from 35 yuan to 45 yuan.
—Only two candidates will be accepted.
Putting aside the huge leap in salary, with only 45 yuan a month, plus room and board, she doesn't believe anyone wouldn't be envious!
More importantly, she only needs two people, so if you come late, you won't have this opportunity.
Ye Yun was holding the missing person poster in her hand, preparing to go out and replace the old poster at the door. But as soon as she stepped out of the workshop, she heard a burst of lively laughter coming from ahead.
From afar, a group of female workers in their twenties and thirties could be seen walking in through the main gate.
Ye Yun immediately recognized them as female workers from the garment factory, because they were wearing the same Baiyun Garment Factory work uniforms as Chen Zhenxing.
"Oh! That must be Deputy Factory Director Ye, right?"
"Deputy Factory Director Ye, we've come to apply for the job!"
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