Chapter 701
There was a sudden commotion in the crowd. Zhang Hongying squatted on the ground, covering her face with her hands and crying. Her shoulders were shaking violently. Tears seeped out from between her fingers, dripping onto the scorching mud ground and were instantly absorbed without a trace.
Her mother hurried to pull her away, but she heard her daughter crying out:
"Dad! I beg you to stop making trouble! It was you who ruined the textile factory business last time. Do you want to cut off all my opportunities?"
Zhang Laosan froze in place as if struck by lightning. He turned to look at his daughter, and his wrinkled face suddenly drooped, revealing a layer of gray under his dark skin.
"Hongying! Daddy just wants to help you! You're so talented, you deserve a good job instead of digging in the fields!"
Zhang Hongying stood up shakily, with two obvious mud marks on the knees of her work pants.
"Excellent? What's so excellent about me? Just because I only studied in junior high school?"
She pointed at Su Miao who was standing not far away: "Su Miao was the top scorer in the college entrance examination, so why didn't his father block the factory gate every day to make trouble?
I beg you, please stop interfering in my affairs. Because of you, I am in this state of being neither high nor low. I am a farmer's child, why can't I dig for food in the fields? What is so noble about me?
This was the first time Zhang Laosan heard his daughter say this. He always thought that he was doing it for the good of his child and would fight for everything for his child, but now his daughter begged him not to interfere in her affairs, and he felt mixed emotions.
Wang Guihua rushed over and hugged her daughter, and finally burst into tears. The crying of mother and daughter was particularly harsh in the suddenly quiet yard.
Zhang Laosan's hand slowly dropped. He looked at his wife and daughter, then at the Su family members who were eyeing him covetously and the villagers who had turned against him, and finally his gaze fell on Su Miao's calm face.
This girl, who is only in her teens, has clear eyes that reveal unquestionable determination.
The people around took the opportunity to persuade him, "Third brother, forget it, let the children walk their own path, don't let your family's affairs affect others."
Some people also tried to smooth things over: "Ah, Lao San just has a quick temper, but he's not a bad person. Lao San, you should apologize to Yuan Zheng and the others. We can still be fellow villagers from now on."
Zhang Laosan no longer had the energy to cause trouble, but because of his pride, he could not say sorry.
Instead, Zhang Hongying walked up to Su Miao and Su Yuanzheng and bowed deeply.
"Uncle Su, Miaomiao, I'm really sorry. What happened today was caused by me. I apologize to you and also apologize on behalf of my father. We will never do anything to embarrass the factory again."
Seeing his daughter apologizing so humbly for him, Zhang Laosan gritted his teeth and said in a hard voice:
"I'm sorry! I won't do it again, no matter if you hire someone from my family or not, I won't do it again!"
After saying that, he turned around and pushed through the crowd to walk home. His back was hunched as if he had aged ten years. His wife hurriedly pulled Hongying to catch up. Hongying looked back at Su Miao with a complicated look in her eyes.
On the way back to the factory, Su Miao breathed a sigh of relief. The setting sun stretched their shadows very long. In the distance, the sound of Zhang Hongying's door closing came muffled, like a final sigh.
She knew that although the storm had subsided temporarily, there was still a long way to go for rural business and similar problems would continue to arise.
How to balance traditional human relationships with modern management systems will be a challenge that she and her father will continue to face.
By the end of August, everything in the factory was back on track. The output of Konjac Shuang is currently controlled at 1,000 kilograms per day. We will focus on the stock of papaya shreds first, and then wait until the konjac harvest season next month to produce a large amount of konjac flour. At that time, we will increase the production volume according to the situation.
Su Miao and Su Yuan were about to return to the capital. Meng Sui was in charge of the overall situation at the Beijing branch and was doing a good job.
They planned to give him a mid-year bonus and a month's home leave after he returned.
We will follow this standard in the future. This way, it will be equivalent to a long vacation every six months, so he won’t be away from home for too long.
When Meng Sui knew about the upcoming vacation, she joked, "Hehe~ That's great, it's like coming to Beijing to go to school. I also have winter and summer vacations."
A few months ago, the store hired two more employees with the purpose of training second chefs. As usual, they were first placed in basic waiter positions for observation.
This time when I go back, I can evaluate their daily performance and see if anyone can be taken in as an apprentice in the kitchen.
As Su Miao was packing her luggage, cicadas chirped noisily outside the window. She put the folded shirts neatly into the suitcase, and suddenly heard her father's hurried footsteps.
Su Yuanzheng's face was full of excitement, with beads of sweat on his forehead, and he said:
"Miao Miao! I was drinking with your Big Head Uncle yesterday, and he said the airport had resumed flights in the middle of the month. There used to be only a dozen flights a week, but now there are sixty or seventy. From now on, we won't have to take the train so hard, we can just fly over!"
Hearing his father's words, Su Miao stopped moving, and the half-folded shirt hung in the air.
"Really?" She turned, the wheels of her suitcase sliding gently across the floor. "That's great! The last time we took the train, it was such a pain. It took two whole extra days, and we could have done anything else with those two days."
"Really, really, I've asked your uncle Big Head to buy a ticket for tomorrow. I'd like to know what time the flight is. Please call us after he finishes the purchase."
Uncle Big Head bought them tickets for tomorrow morning at 11 o'clock. This flight is just right, so they don't have to get up early to catch it, they can just take their time.
After saying goodbye to everyone, Brother Yu drove them to the airport.
On the road, Su Yu held the steering wheel, and his serious expression was reflected in the rearview mirror:
"Uncle Shi, Miaomiao, Ayi went to calculate the date yesterday, and the latest wedding date is October 2nd. He wants to bring it back to show my dad today."
"That's great! There's still a month left, so there's still time to prepare." Su Yuanzheng smiled with his eyes curved. Thinking that his niece and right-hand man were about to achieve success, his heart was filled with joy.
"It's not confirmed yet. I need my dad's approval. But if it's at this time, won't you and Miaomiao be able to make it back for the wedding?"
"Of course, of course. There are a few days off for National Day. You see, there are planes now, and you can be back in half a day. And Miaomiao also has a day off for National Day. If it really doesn't work out, you have to ask for leave and go back. She and Ah Hui have such a good relationship.
You mean Miaomiao? Miaomiao? Why are you in a daze? "Su Yuanzheng patted his dazed daughter.
Su Miao came back to his senses, forced a smile, and said, "Oh! That's right, we must come back for the wedding."
The atmosphere in the car was still relaxed. Father and Brother Yu were still discussing the details of the wedding, but Su Miao was lost in deep thought.
What caught Su Miao's attention was the wedding date, October 2nd. Wasn't that the date of that shocking case?
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