The power of idols is great.
Qiao Baozhu drank a cup of Mingqian Longjing tea in Sun Jigang's office and then went home.
After arriving home, Qiao Baozhu cleaned up the west side of the house, moved all the boxes and sundries in the house to the east side, and then drew water to clean the inside.
After buying a sewing machine, I temporarily used the east back seat as a studio.
But now the weather is getting colder and colder, and there is no stove in the east-facing house, let alone a floor heating system or a fire wall.
It is expensive and troublesome to rebuild a heating system here. It would be better to build a stove. I just don’t know if I can warm up this house that has been vacant for many years.
Qiao Baozhu was in a daze in the east wing when she heard men laughing loudly outside.
Not long after, the door of the house was banged with a clanging sound.
"Sister Baozhu, I'm your big brother Jigang. I'm here to bring you what you want."
Qiao Baozhu didn't expect Sun Jigang to act so quickly. He brought the sewing machine in just an hour.
She quickly opened the door and saw two tricycles parked outside. The things on the tricycles were covered tightly with silk bags, and the men riding the tricycles wore dog-skin hats and thick blue cotton coats, with only a pair of eyes exposed.
Everyone was talking and laughing at the gate of Qiao's house. When they saw the gate open, several people immediately shut their mouths, lowered their heads and eyes, and didn't look around.
When Sun Jigang was talking to Qiao Baozhu, these people were very well behaved and did not look around or interrupt.
When moving things, several people just lowered their heads to move the goods, and no one looked towards the yard.
Qiao Baozhu stood in the gate corridor and took in all of this. She couldn't help but look at Sun Jigang with new eyes, not expecting him to be so good at managing his subordinates.
Even if Qiao Baozhu had lived two lifetimes, she would not have the confidence to train her employees so well.
I think these people are Sun Jigang's confidants, and they usually help him do a lot of private work.
Qiao Baozhu returned to the house, took out two boxes of cigarettes and handed them to Sun Jigang in front of those people.
"Brother, it's so cold, please help me move my things. This is a small token of my appreciation."
Sun Jigang took the two boxes of cigarettes very naturally, and smiled at everyone while opening the boxes: "Brothers, the boss is generous and generous, and gave us cigarettes at the front door. You should work quickly, sweep the floor after opening the boxes, and clean up before leaving."
Several men took the cigarettes and thanked Qiao Baozhu with a smile: "Thank you, boss."
"You are so polite, sir. If you need any work in the future, just let us know and we will come to work for you."
Qiao Baozhu looked at Sun Jigang in surprise. Sun Jigang smiled and nodded: "These are all my brothers. They know that you and Jihong are planning to set up a garment processing workshop."
"They are all my brothers. They don't have any formal jobs. They usually do physical work like carrying heavy bags. There are two who pull tricycles. They all earn money by their own strength."
"If you have anything to do in the future, just look for them."
Sun Jigang said and called someone, "Old Song, come here."
A tall, thin, dark-skinned young man came over, with a newly-issued cigarette hanging from his ear.
He grinned at Qiao Baozhu and said, "Hello, boss. My name is Lao Song and I work as a tricycle driver at the train station."
Sun Jigang patted Old Song on the shoulder and proudly introduced him to Qiao Baozhu: "Old Song, don't underestimate this kid because he is young. He has a sharp mind and strong arms. There is nothing he doesn't know about the 72 streets and 38 alleys in our city."
"You run a clothing shop, so you have to buy goods. Let him help you."
Qiao Baozhu didn't expect that Old Song, despite his young age, was actually an experienced coachman.
"Old Song, my name is Qiao Baozhu. You can just call me by my name from now on. Calling me boss is a bit inappropriate now."
Now everyone calls each other colleagues, or just calls each other by their names.
Old titles such as "dongjia" and "boss" can easily lead to reports from people with ulterior motives.
Old Song was also someone who had experienced those years. He smiled and nodded, "It's really not appropriate to call you the boss. Then I'll call you Sister Baozhu. It sounds easier."
"You little brat, Baozhu is seven or eight years younger than you, why are you yelling at her?"
Sun Jigang hissed, frowned and punched Old Song.
Qiao Baozhu didn't think much of it. In her previous life, many people older than her called her sister. After all, in that era, sister not only meant age, but also represented high status.
"Sister Baozhu sounds nice, let's call her that. A name is just a symbol."
Seeing that Qiao Baozhu didn't care, Sun Jigang rolled his eyes and turned around to greet everyone: "We're almost done packing up, it's time for everyone to leave. If Sister Baozhu asks you to do any work in the future, do it well."
At this time, those who had finished their work had already retreated to the outside of the gate and gathered together to smoke cigarettes.
After hearing what Sun Jigang said, they all clasped their fists or nodded towards Qiao Baozhu.
"Don't worry, Sister Baozhu, we will make sure the work is clean and efficient."
"Thank you, Sister Baozhu, for your kind presence."
"Sister Baozhu, we won't disturb you anymore."
Qiao Baozhu was stunned when a group of men called her "Sister Baozhu".
Isn't there something wrong with this atmosphere?
She feels like a gangster...
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