I have to say, Lao Ding is also a troublemaker.
As soon as Qian Qing handed over the matter, Lao Ding brought a few young people back with Qian Qing. The small two-story building that Qian Qing bought was next to the street. There were always some small vendors pushing tricycles here selling food and groceries. There were also several factories nearby, and people from the family compound often came here.
Lao Ding and his friends got a tricycle from somewhere and put two buckets of steaming porridge on it. A young man dressed in a rustic way was standing in front selling porridge.
Lao Ding dressed himself up in a flashy outfit, wearing bell-bottom pants even in a temperature of over ten degrees, and combing his hair into a soaring rooster comb.
Wen Lan looked out of the window on the second floor, looking confused. Qian Qing also didn't know what Lao Ding was going to do, and she couldn't tell from Lao Ding's expression.
Before long, Qian Qing was dumbfounded.
Lao Ding got the tape recorder from his dance hall, and when the speakers were turned on, it turned into a live disco.
Qian Qing: …
What is going on?
Lao Ding stood there testing the machine, opening and closing it, opening and closing it...
An hour passed...
Two hours passed...
Three hours passed...
Qian Qing poked her head out and said, "...Old Ding, how long do you plan to adjust this?"
Old Ding chuckled, and before he could reply, Wen Lan beside Qian Qing nervously tugged at her sleeve.
A man walked over from not far downstairs. His sleeves were torn, and his hair was greasy and dirty, tangled in tangles. His hair may have not been taken care of for a long time, and it hung down in front of his forehead, almost blocking his eyes. He was skinny and thin, with a hunched back, and looked a few years older.
Wen Lan's voice was filled with trepidation: "It's him."
Qian Qing could vaguely see the man's decent face hidden under his messy hair from a distance. But this decent face was now surrounded by the gloomy mood, and she could only feel the strong hostility and unwillingness in this man.
Qian Qing pulled Wen Lan back a bit and winked at Lao Ding who was downstairs. Lao Ding immediately understood and Qian Qing pulled Wen Lan to hide behind the curtain on the second floor and secretly looked downstairs.
Tian Weixue spat on the side of the road, as if to spit out all his anger. Looking at the unfamiliar streets around him, Tian Weixue held a map of the provincial capital in his hand and asked a few passers-by. He had never been to this street before and didn't know which building the so-called "Qingyue Clothing" office was. After finding out which building it was, Tian Weixue felt even more upset.
The two-story building in front of me has new exterior walls and a sign that says "Qingyue Clothing" hanging outside the door. It sparkles brightly in the setting sun, exuding an uplifting atmosphere everywhere.
Why? It's really unfair for Wen Lan, a woman, to be able to find such a good private enterprise after leaving the public sector!
Tian Weixue cursed in his heart. Ever since he heard Wen Lan's voice on the phone, he didn't rush over to find Wen Lan directly. Instead, he took out all the recent newspapers and flipped through them, just to see clearly what company Wen Lan was working for now.
This was incredible. Wen Lan had no idea how lucky she was to get into such a good unit.
The report on the Peony Garment Factory in the provincial newspaper is still there. The development of Qingyue is mentioned between the lines. Although it is a small company that has only been established for less than two years, it has successfully established cooperative relations with three state-owned garment factories. It also has its own original designs, imported fabrics, and has reached cooperation with the Jingshi Film Factory...
The more Tian Weixue watched, the angrier he became. How could a morally corrupt woman like Wen Lan get such a good job opportunity?
So, after he found out which unit the other party worked for, he came without stopping.
If Wen Lan's boss didn't know about her situation, he would come over and exaggerate it. He didn't believe any company could keep a woman who got divorced and took her children away! Even if the other boss didn't want to fire Wen Lan, he had plenty of ways to do it.
Tian Weixue looked towards the second-floor building of Qingyue Clothing. His life was ruined by Wen Lan. Either Wen Lan would be responsible for his life, or she would decay with him.
Want to leave him and live a good life? It's just a daydream.
Tian Weixue walked towards the second floor of the building with confidence.
When I walked downstairs, I found that the door of Qingyue Clothing was blocked by a tricycle. There were two large buckets of hot porridge on the tricycle, with the lids open.
Tian Weixue wanted to step over the tricycle, but there were two piles of red bricks placed next to it, blocking the road.
"…Whose stall is this? It's blocking the road. Can you please move over?"
Tian Weixue shouted twice, but no one came.
There were a few young people fiddling with the radio nearby, without even looking at Tian Weixue.
Tian Weixue had no choice but to curse the owner in a low voice for not guarding the stall and tentatively stepped over the tricycle.
The seat in front of the tricycle was very narrow, and Tian Weixue, a tall man, had a hard time getting through. After he managed to get one leg across, the other leg felt a bit stuck.
Tian Weixue pushed hard, and finally the second leg came over. But the next second, the tricycle swayed and fell out. Tian Weixue thought it was bad, and just as he was about to reach out to help, the tricycle was already knocked over by the two buckets of hot porridge on the tricycle.
“Bang—”
With a "bang", the hot porridge spilled all over the floor.
Tian Weixue was dumbfounded and stood there in a daze.
Before he could figure out what to do, he heard two calls from the side.
“Ouch!”
"Grandpa—ouch!"
Next to them was a skinny and short young man who was helping a gray-haired old man sit on the ground. Both of them were covered in hot porridge and looked very ugly.
"Grandpa! Are you okay? How did you get knocked? Can you still stand up?"
The young man rushed over to help the old man, but the porridge on the ground was too slippery and he failed to stand up twice. The old man also held his lumbar spine and could not move.
"Don't touch me, ouch, it hurts so much."
It's a big deal if an elderly person falls down. Some may not look serious, but sending them to the hospital can be a problem. The young man couldn't care about anything else at this moment. He couldn't even stand up, let alone help the elderly.
"Comrades over there, please help me!"
Lao Ding and several other "enthusiastic comrades" stepped forward immediately and said, "Old man, try to stand up with the help of this pole. Don't use too much force or you may tear the place where you fell."
Old Ding looked willing to help. He helped the young man who had spilled porridge on the ground up. He and several other young people helped the old man who had fallen to the ground to lie aside.
The person came out, but it was obvious at a glance that he had fallen hard.
The young man's eyes turned red. He walked around the mess on the ground and grabbed the collar of Tian Weixue, who was about to leave with a guilty conscience.
"Didn't you see anyone? You knocked over the stall and you wanted to run away?"
Tian Weixue was very weak at this moment: "I...I didn't mean it." Besides, this was not his stall.
The young man was so angry that he didn't care about anything else. He punched Tian Weixue in the nose and said, "If you didn't mean to do that, why did you run away? Why didn't you help someone who fell down?"
Tian Weixue was so shocked by the blow that he started to shirk responsibility: "This is not my stall! I just knocked it over accidentally. You guys should go find the stall owner, why are you looking for me?"
The young man got even angrier after hearing what he said. "How dare you say you didn't knock down the stall? Even if I go to find the stall owner, you have no responsibility?"
As they were talking, the "stall owner" dressed in rustic clothes suddenly appeared from nowhere. Seeing his stall being overturned, the other party came up and shouted at the top of his voice: "Who did it! Who overturned my stall?"
The "enthusiastic" Lao Ding immediately stepped forward and told him what had happened. Tian Weixue was relieved to see the stall owner coming back.
No matter what, he didn't do it on purpose. This is also the stall owner's fault for not guarding the stall well. If the owner comes back, he can save some trouble.
"I'm sorry, I just had to go to the toilet..."
The stall owner behaved much better than Tian Weixue. He apologized first, which made the young man next to him look better.
"My grandpa's injury looks serious. He will need to be sent to the hospital soon. I will have to pay for his medical treatment and nutrition."
Tian Weixue's heart suddenly got worried. He didn't have any money on him except the few dozen dollars he had gleaned from Wen Lan. He had been living on sweet potatoes recently. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so desperate to read the job advertisement in the newspaper and apply for the job, claiming that he was good at English.
At this moment, Tian Weixue could only hope that the stall owner would not be willing, and that they would start fighting, so that he could take advantage of the chaos to run away.
As for Wen Lan...as long as he knew where she worked, he would be able to come over sooner or later.
"Of course, of course. How much is our medical expenses? This brother and I will pay half of it."
Tian Weixue: …
Whose mother wants to share it with you in half?
"…This has nothing to do with me. It's your stall, not mine."
The stall owner said honestly: "Brother, that's not right. You knocked over my stall, but I didn't ask you to compensate for my loss. I just split his medical expenses in half. What else can you complain about? Strictly speaking, it was you who knocked it over. What does it have to do with me?"
Tian Weixue was so nervous that the stall owner had already started discussing the medical expenses with the other party.
"The medical bills are at least a thousand dollars. Let's split it in half, five hundred each."
Tian Weixue: “…How much?”
"Five hundred per person."
Tian Weixue: ...Why don’t you go and rob it?
"Just for a knock, you dare to cheat me of a thousand dollars?"
The stall owner looked silly and helped the young man: "He is old, shouldn't he eat something good to replenish his body? For someone this old, even a bump can be very serious."
As he spoke, he took out 500 yuan from his pocket and stuffed it into the young man's hand: "Comrade, let's solve this matter privately, don't tell the police."
"We are small businesses and cannot afford to suffer such hardships."
The young man took the 500 yuan, his expression eased a little, and he stared at Tian Weixue and asked, "What about you? Are you going to pay the 500 yuan, or should we report the crime now?"
Individual business owners are afraid of going to jail, so how can Tian Weixue not be afraid?
Although the hope was slim, Tian Weixue still had a little hope in his heart. Even if he was in his seventies or eighties, he wanted to go abroad! Otherwise, why would he always rely on Wen Lan? First, to get some money from Wen Lan, and second, for Wen Dongdong. He couldn't go out, Wen Lan didn't want to go out, but Wen Dongdong could go out, right? As long as he had a good relationship with Wen Dongdong, why would he be afraid that his son wouldn't take him with him?
However, Tian Weixue was quick-witted. Seeing that there were not many people around, although Lao Ding and his friends could serve as witnesses, one could tell from Lao Ding's attire that he was not a decent person. Tian Weixue's lucky mentality prevailed, so he simply changed his tone and refused to admit it.
"Who said I knocked over the tricycle? I just passed by it and didn't touch it at all!"
Anyway, the old man just fell down once, and with the 500 yuan compensation from the stall owner, he might be able to get away with it if he refuses to admit that he knocked over the stall.
The young man was annoyed by Tian Weixue's inconsistency and pointed at Tian Weixue and kept calling him "you you you" for a long time.
"Without evidence, even if the police come, it's none of my business."
Tian Weixue was determined to have fun. As an educated youth who had returned to the city, he must have a cleaner foundation than these self-employed individuals and hooligans. When the time came, each of them would have their own story. Who would it matter who would be on the side of the police station?
Qian Qing and Wen Lan were hiding upstairs and watching. Even though they were no longer husband and wife, Wen Lan was still embarrassed by Tian Weixue's shameless behavior and her face turned red.
Why did she fall for such a person in the first place?
Qian Qing was not in a hurry at all, as she had already guessed what Lao Ding was planning.
Sure enough, before the downstairs was quiet for long, Lao Ding was seen retorting to Tian Weixue with a serious face.
"We all saw you knocking over someone's stall, why didn't you do anything about it?"
"As for the evidence... do you see this thing in my hand?"
Lao Ding picked up the dual-card recorder in his hand and said, "We were just using this recorder, which has an external microphone connected to it... Comrade, do you want to listen to what you just said?"
The dual-card recorder is still a relatively rare item. If it weren't for the need to enrich the music library of the dance hall, Lao Ding wouldn't have spent so much money to buy it. After using it for a long time, Lao Ding naturally got to know the item very well, and it just came in handy now.
Tian Weixue's eyes widened, his heart trembling, but he said firmly: "Okay, go ahead!" He just didn't believe it could be such a coincidence!
Seeing that he was determined to succeed, Old Ding sneered, turned the tape he had just used for recording over to the other side, and pressed the play button.
"This is not my stall! I just knocked it over accidentally. You guys go find the stall owner, why are you looking for me?"
“I just knocked over the stall by accident!”
"It knocked over the stall!"
…
Fine beads of sweat oozed out of Tian Weixue's forehead, and his already dirty hair began to itch, making Tian Weixue feel uncomfortable all over.
"...Brother, let's discuss this matter...Can you not ask the police for help?"
There was no time to talk tough at this moment, Tian Weixue only thought about how to smooth things over.
"I'll give you 500 yuan! My wife works in the company behind here. She gets paid very well. I'll go find her and I'll definitely give it to you!"
Tian Weixue thought of Wen Lan and recklessly attributed the incident to her. As for the fact that he and Wen Lan had divorced, he never mentioned it.
The young man looked suspiciously at the "Qingyue Clothing" sign nailed to the wall and asked: "Does your wife work here?"
"Really! My wife's name is Wenlan! She earns a lot of money!"
"If you don't believe me, I'll take you in!"
Tian Weixue led the young man into the gate. The young man seemed worried and called Lao Ding and a few others to follow him in.
Qian Qing on the second floor pulled Wen Lan and said, "Let's go."
Lao Ding has already set up the stage, wouldn't it be a shame if Wen Lan doesn't go up and sing?
Wen Lan was not stupid, and she understood what Lao Ding was planning at once. She followed Qian Qing downstairs and ran into Tian Weixue and a few others at the stairwell.
Tian Weixue was still chattering on about how rich his wife was, and Wen Lan sneered from the stairs.
"Tian Weixue, why don't you tell me that you and I are divorced?"
"You're divorced and you're still asking me for money. How dare you be so shameless?"
Tian Weixue was originally thinking about how to deal with the situation. Should he say something nice to Wen Lan first, or take his son out to ask for money first? If all else fails, he would just pretend to promise Wen Lan that he would stop making trouble and then deal with it after getting the money.
As a result, Wen Lan didn't seem to give him the chance to choose, and directly exposed his background without giving him any face.
Lao Ding and his friends nearby started to chime in, "Can't you see? You brought us here to ask your ex-wife for money. How shameless!"
"Look at how slovenly he looks, and he still has a wife..."
The young man looked left and right, and held on to his 500 yuan tightly, saying, "I don't care. If you don't give me the 500 yuan, I'll go downstairs and call the police."
His "grandfather" had just been sent to the hospital, and the young man's only thought was about getting money.
Tian Weixue gritted his teeth and could only patiently coax Wen Lan: "Wife... after all, we are still husband and wife for a day and a hundred days of grace, and we also have a son, Dongdong... you pay 500 yuan, and I promise I will never come to you again. I swear!"
Wen Lan said nothing, but Tian Weixue felt that she was weighing the options: "Wife... Wen Lan, you don't want me to look for Dongdong again, do you? As long as you give me 500 yuan... no, 1,000 yuan, I promise that I will not go anywhere and live in the provincial capital from now on, and will definitely not cause any trouble to you and your son."
Wen Lan stared at Tian Weixue for a long time before she said in a cold voice: "One thousand yuan, you are really dreaming!"
Her current monthly salary is more than three hundred yuan. Qian Qing directly raised her and Ding Jie's salary to five hundred yuan a month. There are also salaries from Qian's mother and Qian Yu, plus the dividends promised at the end of the year. One thousand yuan is not a lot of money for Wen Lan, but she can't spend it on Tian Weixue.
Tian Weixue secretly cursed this inflexible woman in his heart. Her temper was like a stone in the toilet, stinky and hard. When she graduated, she was assigned to the tax department. He also compromised. He thought that he could use her influence to do some business. With someone in the tax department, wouldn't it save a lot of costs? Who knew that Wen Lan looked incredulous when he said that. In the end, he directly filed for a divorce and left with his son.
Tian Weixue: "Think it over carefully, Wen Lan... If I really have a criminal record, I will have to rely on Wen Dongdong for the rest of my life."
This is a naked threat.
Lao Ding, who was standing next to him, couldn't stand it anymore and stood up.
"You are such a shameless man. Since you are so shameless, the rest of the matter will be easy. Sister, I have his recording here. I'll give you the tape and you can keep it as evidence. If he comes to you again, you can sue him."
Wen Lan thought for a moment and followed Lao Ding's words and said, "How about this, I will pay the victim 500 yuan directly... Just think of it as me spending 500 yuan to buy this evidence."
The young man glanced at Ding Jie with a bit of guilt. Ding Jie also received the look from Qian Qing and realized that this was a thank-you fee from Wen Lan, so he nodded at the young man.
The young man immediately straightened his chest and said, "That's good! You are so unlucky, girl, to have run into a man like this. You can keep the evidence. I'll give you my address. If you need me in the future, I can be your witness anytime!"
Tian Weixue did not expect things to develop like this, and he immediately panicked.
"You can't do this!"
Wen Lan: "Why can't I do this? Not only that, comrade, since my ex-husband caused this accident, do you think you should ask him to write a statement of the situation? Write down what he did..."
"Wen Lan!!"
The young man thought this was a good idea, and he bowed to Lao Ding and the others, saying, "Today's incident is a big thanks to you comrades. Please help me hold him down, and we'll write a statement and ask him to put his fingerprints on it."
Tian Weixue sensed something was wrong and struggled fiercely: "I won't sign! You are deliberately slandering me! I want to find the police!"
Old Ding didn't hesitate and said lazily, "Then you better think about it. We have all the evidence here. Are you sure you can get away with it if you go to the police?"
Tian Weixue was unsure and found himself in a dilemma.
If he reports the case, he probably won't have to pay so much money, but it will definitely leave a criminal record. How will he be able to travel abroad in the future?
If he didn't report the case, he would be at the mercy of this group of people, and Wen Lan would still be able to hold something against him.
Old Ding was not in a hurry at all, but Wen Lan was pinching her fingers, fearing that Tian Wei would become desperate and really decide to rely on her for the rest of his life.
After a long while, Tian Weixue finally spoke with difficulty: "One thousand yuan...Give me one thousand yuan, and I will never come to you again."
Going abroad has become his obsession, how could he bear to give up this possibility.
Wen Lan didn't believe what the other party said at all: "Only 500, no more."
Qian Qing rolled her eyes, pulled Wen Lan's back and whispered a few words to her.
After a while, Wen Lan changed her tone.
"I can give you another five hundred... but I have a request. You write me a letter severing your relationship with Wen Dongdong. If you don't support Wen Dongdong, don't ask your son to support you in your old age. Also, write me an IOU for the five hundred yuan. As long as you don't cause trouble, I will ignore this IOU. If you cause trouble again, I will use the IOU and the evidence to sue you."
Tian Weixue hesitated for a while, but finally accepted Wen Lan's opinion.
He has no choice. If he doesn't agree, it will be a fight to the bitter end.
Wen Lan got the severance letter written by Tian Weixue, a promissory note for 500 yuan, the tape evidence given to her by Lao Ding, and Tian Weixue's "confession" with his fingerprints.
These things alone are not very powerful, but when put together, they are enough to make Tian Weixue afraid to come and make trouble for the next few years. Wen Lan knew that there was no way to solve this matter all at once, and she could only postpone it, leaving a few years for Wen Dongdong and herself.
Tian Weixue left with 500 yuan in his hand, feeling angry. It was his bad luck that Wen Lan had this leverage over him. But Tian Weixue was not worried. When he was old and couldn't walk anymore, and couldn't go out, would Wen Dongdong just leave him alone? Only a silly woman like Wen Lan would think that what he wrote was effective.
Old Ding handed back the five hundred yuan that Wen Lan had just given to the young man.
Wen Lan refused to take it, and instead pushed the remaining 500 yuan in her hand over to him: "I'm really sorry to bother you this time. We lost a lot of money. You can share this money among yourselves. How is the elderly comrade who fell? Is he seriously injured?"
Old Ding chuckled, "That guy looks very good, doesn't he? He's only in his early twenties! He fell last month and fractured his coccyx. He just pretended to fall. He's been sent to the hospital and there's nothing wrong with him. I'll get you a copy of his hospital records. Keep it for yourself."
I was afraid that Tian Weixue would really want to get his injuries checked, so Lao Ding just found another patient. After all, it would take three or four months for a fractured coccyx to heal completely. Who could tell when he fell? If Tian Weixue really made trouble, Lao Ding planned to add up all the medical bills for his brother, including nutrition expenses, care fees, and so on. He would not be satisfied until he ripped him off for thousands of dollars!
After saying that, Lao Ding slapped the young man on the head.
"Look at what you are acting. You just talk and even clasp your fists. Do you look like a serious person? That kid almost saw through you!"
"And you, how come you can't hold back your laughter?"
Qian Qing interrupted: "Old Ding, I think these people under you are all very good. They act better than some actors. You can let them try to act in TV dramas in the future."
It seemed like it was the first time for the youngsters to be praised, and they felt a little embarrassed.
"Sister Qing, we really acted well, didn't we?"
Qian Qing said nice things as if they were free: "Of course not, I acted very well."
"Anyway, we at Qingyue have some connections with the Jingshi Film Studio. If you want to try acting, I'll introduce you to them."
To be honest, although Qian Qing thinks Lao Ding is a nice person, she still can't accept these 17 or 18-year-old boys hanging around with Lao Ding. Lao Ding's dance hall seems to make money, but can it make money for a lifetime? Director Niu complained on the phone last time, saying that he wanted to find a few supporting roles, but he couldn't find the right ones. Qian Qing just watched a show and felt that these people acted like real people. They all had acting skills that they had learned through hard work. They should be good enough to act in a TV series.
Qian Qing turned and looked at Lao Ding: "I have to ask you, the boss, whether you will let him go or not?"
Lao Ding saw a few of his men looking at him pitifully, as if they were afraid that he would disagree.
Lao Ding: ...
"Go if you want to! Do you really think I care about you idiots?"
All of these people under him were recruited by him, and all of them had been hungry and poor. Old Ding kept them because there were very few jobs for them. They were supposed to be guarding the place, but his dance hall was full of college students and there had never been any trouble. Originally, Old Ding was worried about how to arrange for these young people, but his sister-in-law pointed out a clear way, so Old Ding was happy to let them go.
A few young people jumped up and down, wanting to be actors! Although they can't make a lot of money, they can be on TV! This sounds so impressive!
Of course Qian Qing did not miss Lao Ding and waved at him.
"What's the matter, sister-in-law?"
"Old Ding, you can open your dance hall, but I see you don't have anything to do during the day. Why don't you come and work with me? Your brother is acting in a TV show, so you can take over my work in contacting the production company. I will also let you take care of Qingyue's publicity. What do you think?"
After the provincial newspaper incident, Qian Qing discovered the power of advertising. It is expected that Qingyue will reach a higher level when the TV program is broadcast.
Qian Qing wanted to recruit someone to do this job, but there was no suitable person. But someone like Lao Ding, who had a wide network of contacts and a quick mind, could be trained.
"I won't hire you. Let's go with the cooperation model. We should discuss it every time. Anyway, this business is like crossing a river by feeling the stones. If you do a good job, who knows, other companies may come to you in the future. What do you think?"
Lao Ding also thought that the path his sister-in-law pointed out to him was a good one. Although he had done well in the past few years, he was always doing this and that and had never considered what to do in the future. The job his sister-in-law mentioned was very suitable for him. He had free time and could come to him when he needed to run an advertisement, and it would not interfere with his earning money at night.
Fuck it!
Wen Lan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She knew that this was only a temporary peace after her ex-husband left. Tian Weixue couldn't make it and would come back to cause trouble sooner or later. But with the IOU and the letter of severance in hand, she could be at peace for a few years. In a few years, Qingyue would definitely develop better. Who knows, she might be able to send her son to a better place to study. Even if Tian Weixue wanted to rely on her, his previous methods might not work.
Having said that, she was still filled with emotion. However, Qian Qing actually started talking about business with Lao Ding directly, and immediately guided her thoughts, leaving her no time to think about it.
"If you decide to do it, it's best to register an advertising company so it looks more legitimate."
It was useless to expect Qian Qing and Lao Ding to consider the registration process and accounting system, so Wen Lan took charge of the matter directly.
"I happen to be in the provincial capital recently, so I'll help you apply for the company."
Lao Ding thanked Wen Lan again: "After all, you are a college student, you should be straightforward! Sister-in-law, why don't you ask someone to do the accounting for me? Anyway, you are my only client now, so it will be easy to do the accounting."
"You are really good at planning. Wen Lan is my assistant manager. How much will you pay me for accounting for you?"
Lao Ding counted on his fingers: "I'll give you twenty a month!"
Twenty is not even enough for a fraction of Wenlan’s current monthly salary.
Wen Lan smiled and said, "It's OK if your account is not large, but it won't work when your business becomes big."
After settling Lao Ding's matter, Wen Lan felt relieved that her ex-husband's issue had been resolved, so she worked even harder in the remaining time.
Before I knew it, a week had passed.
Qian Qing recruited two part-time English-speaking college students from the provincial university. After making the arrangements, Qian Qing began to ask people to negotiate the contract for the Hongxing Garment Factory.
The contracting of Hongxing was smoothly incompatible with this trip to the provincial capital.
The leader who got Qingyue the admission ticket to the trade fair last time readily agreed, and in less than three days he called the director of Hongxing Garment Factory over to start discussing the next contract matters.
Director Xie of Hongxing Garment Factory raised his glass and spoke to Qian Qing: "Comrade Qian is really young and promising. It is rare for a female comrade to be so energetic. From now on, we will be one factory. If you have any problems, you can tell me. I will manage the factory well and will not hold you back."
Qian Qing put down the wine cup in his hand, with surprise written all over his face.
"I think you are mistaken."
"After the contract for Hongxing Garment Factory is signed, all subsequent management work will be handed over to Qingyue."