Chapter 6: A Bad Start

It's over now. Falling down the stairs will almost cost her her life.

The textile factory was indeed incompatible with her, and an accident happened on the first day.

As she was sighing in her heart, there was suddenly a hand around her waist. The person held her waist and spun her around, while the other hand held the escalator to steady his body.

"Are you okay?"

A deep voice rang in her ears. Dai Qing blinked, took out a handkerchief from her pocket, and wiped her tears. She exhaled, and only her hand holding the escalator turned slightly pale.

"It's okay..." There must be something wrong. I couldn't stop crying.

"I'm sorry, I was in such a hurry to go downstairs that I startled you."

The man let go of her, took a step back, looked into her red eyes, and looked apologetic.

Dai Qing then looked at him. He was wearing green camouflage uniform, a belt around his waist, and black military boots. He was about 1.87 meters tall. He had a cold and hard expression and sharp eyes, like a leopard full of explosive power.

Just looking at this person's temperament, he is the type that is difficult to approach.

Moreover, this person's official palace is bright and shiny, with a hidden rhinoceros penetrating the top of the head, and he will never get involved in a lawsuit. Most importantly, his celestial warehouse and terrestrial warehouse are full and shiny, and he has a lot of money, so he is destined to be rich. However, this person's disease palace has formed scars, and his limbs are likely to have old diseases.

The most important thing is that this man's fate palace suddenly changed. There was a black air hanging around it, mixed with dots of scarlet. Just based on this one point, this guy will definitely suffer a bloody disaster today.

"I advise you not to act rashly today, or else blood will be shed."

It's a gift to repay her for her timely help.

Hearing Dai Qing's reminder, the man was stunned, and then a smile appeared on his face. "I didn't expect to meet a charlatan today. You are so young, but you are still superstitious. Be careful what you say."

"Brother Hao... hurry up and leave, the situation over there can't be sustained any more."

As they were talking, another person came running over. When he saw the two of them staring at each other, gossipy thoughts suddenly shone in his eyes.

"What's going on? Brother Hao, why did you make me cry?"

Cheng Hao glared at the man, then turned to look at her, "My name is Cheng Hao. If you feel uncomfortable, go to the security department on the second floor to find me."

After saying this, he left without waiting for Dai Qing to speak.

From a distance, she could still hear the man asking about her situation.

"Brother Hao, Boss, who is that girl?"

"Stop talking nonsense. What's the situation outside?"

As the sound faded away, Dai Qing calmed down and walked towards the Personnel Department.

The person who received her was still the head of the personnel department in her previous life, whose surname was Zhao.

She subconsciously looked at the man's face. His official position was flat, his aura was relatively calm, and his face was grayish white. Although his position as section chief was stable, he would definitely not be promoted. His financial position was plump and bright, indicating that he would be rich in money.

If one can become the head of the personnel department of a textile factory, he will certainly not be short of money.

"Hello, Chief Zhao, this is my letter of introduction and employment notice."

Director Zhao took it and looked at it, without making it difficult, "You are the granddaughter of Old Dai. I heard the factory director mention your grandfather. The factory has assigned you to the pre-spinning workshop, as a cotton carding stopper."

As he spoke, he took out a list from the drawer, stamped it with a big red seal in front of her, and handed it to her.

"Go to the pre-spinning workshop and find Foreman Guo. He will have someone arrange something for you."

"Thank you, Chief Zhao."

Dai Qing took the stamped note and headed for the pre-spinning workshop. When she entered the factory corridor, she heard the clacking sound of machinery. She knew it was the sound of the looms in the post-spinning workshop. In addition, there was a sour smell of pulp in the air.