The factory director couldn't argue with Old Lady Xia and Jiang Wenhua, but he still had some confidence in Old Yuan.
But he talked until his mouth was almost dry, but Director Yuan's expression didn't change at all. In the end, he just ignored him and treated what he said as bullshit.
The factory manager felt miserable.
On the way back, Jiang Wenhua chattered non-stop, "Old Xia, I think we can really work together. Look, we've already earned enough money for both of us in just a few days. This money is so clean! It can help others, and it's clean money. It's a profitable business with no harm."
"Old Xia, what do you think? Should we go around asking around the factory to see if there are any comrades who need help? We can then collect some money and spread our reputation. Then we can reap both fame and fortune."
"Old Xia, did you see the factory manager's face? It's so ugly, but he can't bring himself to curse."
"How come Director Yuan seems like a different person? It's really strange."
"Old Xia, did you hear what I said? Do you think we should go help Director Yuan? She's definitely generous."
Soon they arrived at Old Lady Xia's workshop. She stopped and asked, "Xiao Jiang, why are you so obsessed with money?"
Jiang Wenhua was stunned for a moment, then said, "Who would complain about having too much money?"
Old Lady Xia: "Yes, I admit that there are very few people who don't like money, but they like money because it can give them a better life or they can use their money for what they want. But you, as far as I know, there are only you and your mother in your family, both of you are in good health, and your salary is more than enough to support two people. Yet, in this situation, you actually spare no effort and go to such extremes to save money. It feels very strange to me."
Jiang Wenhua lowered his head. He had just excitedly discussed his future plans, but now his mood was obviously depressed. He was unwilling to tell Old Lady Xia. He only said, "Because my money... is useful."
After saying that, he left.
Now it was Old Lady Xia's turn to be confused. If his money was useful, then whose money was useless?
But since the other person was unwilling to say, Old Lady Xia was not the kind of person who would chase people and ask questions. Many images flashed through her mind, and finally stopped at the workshop director calling her to get to work quickly.
After work, when Old Mrs. Xia got home, she saw Zheng Qianlan sitting in the large open space in front of her house, drinking tea with her sister. There were some candies and melon seeds on the small stools. The two were chatting happily. Yu Yan was flipping through the "Collection of Swear Words" she borrowed, reading with great interest.
The clothes they both wore looked new, and they looked much more energetic.
However, Old Mrs. Xia was still a little embarrassed. She had borrowed a lot of books recently, including "The Art of Swearing", "The Logic of Swearing", and the current "The Complete Book of Swearing". She had read them all.
It must be said that the person who wrote these books has some ability. She used to curse people at will, but after learning, her thinking behind cursing has become clearer. Although she can't be invincible, she can still win most of the time.
But, everyone else is well-educated, but she, an old lady who is about to retire, always borrows these kinds of books. The young comrade who is in charge of the reading room in the factory always looks at her strangely, and she feels a little embarrassed.
"Ahem, Comrade Zheng, you didn't go to work today?"
Hearing Old Lady Xia's voice, Zheng Qianlan and Yu Yan stood up and said with a smile, "Today is a big day. To celebrate, Xiaoyan and I went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some clothes. We bought them ready-made. Do they look good?"
This was the first time in all these years that Zheng Qianlan spoke to someone in such a relaxed tone. The heavy stone in her heart was gone, and she felt at ease using the money in her hands. This time, she spent a lot of money to buy clothes for herself and put them on directly. However, she was still a little nervous when showing them to Old Mrs. Xia.
Would it be inappropriate? Would people think she was showing off? Would they think it was inappropriate for her to wear such a color at her age? Zheng Qianlan's mood was like a roller coaster, and she felt that what she had just said was really inappropriate.
Seeing Zheng Qianlan becoming more and more reserved, Old Lady Xia immediately gave her a thumbs-up. "It looks great. It's worthy of being a ready-made garment. It really looks great. The fabric is also comfortable. It's just right on you. The color suits you well. You look so radiant now. You're so beautiful."
Zheng Qianlan's eyes lit up. It was the first time she was praised like this, and she was overjoyed. "Really? I thought I couldn't wear it out. I was afraid people would say anything about me."
Old Lady Xia: "What are you talking about? I think you and your daughter should dress like this. You used to wear work clothes every day, and you suppressed your energy and spirit in the clothes. Now you look completely different. I think you are very beautiful. You two should stand up straight like this, openly and generously, so that others will feel happy when they see you."
Yu Yan: "Mom, I think you are beautiful too."
Zheng Qianlan felt happier and happier. "I should have figured it out sooner and divorced him sooner. Maybe I would have lived a good life a long time ago."
Old Lady Xia: "It's not too late now, it's never too late. If someone says something bad about you, if that person is a man, then he must be narrow-minded and not good to his family, so he wants to suppress you and his wife at the same time; if a woman says something bad about you, then she must be jealous that you can live such a good life, so don't listen to what others say, just focus on whether you are living a comfortable life."
Zheng Qianlan nodded heavily: "Sister Xia, you are right. I know how I live my life. There is no need to be hard on myself because of what outsiders say. Thank you."
Director Yuan came on a bicycle. As soon as he entered the compound, he heard what Old Lady Xia said and silently took note of it.
When Old Lady Xia saw her, she also stood up and asked, "Director Yuan, how come you have time to come to me today?"
Director Yuan: "Comrade Xia, I have something to tell you. Could you please come with me? Let's find a place."
The two of them came into the house, and Old Lady Xia poured water for them. "Director Yuan, what's so serious?"
Director Yuan: "Comrade Xia, I told the factory leaders this afternoon that I hope you can be transferred to the factory labor union."
Old Lady Xia: "Ah? Me? Why?"
Director Yuan: "Comrade Xia, I've seen everything you've done recently. What you've said has made me and other comrades reflect on our relationships with our spouses and our families. The more I think about it, the more I feel that some of our comrades here need your guidance, myself included.
I think that many gay family relationships are wrong, and some of the practices that have been passed down from the past are also wrong. And some deeply rooted wrong ideas should be reversed."
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