"Secretary? Your little shabby factory doesn't need a secretary. If you really need one, I can find you one." Old Li was amused by Xing Baohua's words.
However, when it comes to secretaries, Mr. Li actually has someone in mind.
"Male or female?"
"Of course it has to be a man, why would you want a woman?" Grandpa Li said with dissatisfaction.
"Then we won't."
"Your thinking is not good."
Xing Baohua ignored Grandpa Li's dissatisfaction and said, "Haven't you heard that men and women working together makes the work less tiring?"
"Would you like me to find you an older lady?" Grandpa Li said sarcastically.
"Alright, Mr. Li, let's just study the sheet music!" Xing Baohua quickly changed the subject, not wanting to bring it up again with Grandpa Li.
Of course, Xing Baohua only thought about the secretary thing and sighed about it. He would definitely need a secretary to answer the phone when business got busy later.
Actually, there was another thing Xing Baohua didn't dare say to the old man: "When there's something to do, the secretary does it; when there's nothing to do, the secretary does it."
Grandpa Li seemed to know Xing Baohua's little secret, which is why he suggested finding her an older woman.
"You, who were unintentional at first, and me, who was naive and inexperienced in youth."
Romantic entanglements in the mortal world are merely due to the silent, fleeting connection of life.
"I wonder if it's a mistake in the human world, or a karmic consequence passed down from a previous life..."
"Red Dust Rolls On" is a song that Xing Baohua always sings at karaoke. He sings this song with great passion and emotion.
But to Grandpa Li's ears, it was pure torture. A perfectly good song, sung by Xing Baohua—it's a disaster!
Fortunately, Xing Baohua made progress this time, and the melody of the song remained consistent. After listening to the song twice, Grandpa Li remembered the melody and still picked up his pen.
After finishing the song, Grandpa Li said, "It seems like it could be sung as a duet between a man and a woman?"
"Then let's give it a try." Xing Baohua thought to himself, "As expected of an expert, how could they think of this?"
At Xing Baohua's request, Grandpa Li produced two versions: one a solo and the other a duet.
Let Grandpa Li handle it in the office, and Xing Baohua will go to the workshop to take a look.
I saw Liu Quan instructing a little girl on welding techniques.
I walked over and followed along to look.
The girl's skill level is quite good. There wasn't any excessively long solder wire protruding from the solder joints.
"Lu Chuan's goods will arrive tomorrow. You organize production here. Make a few learning machines to use as copiers first," Xing Baohua said to Liu Quan.
"Currently, sixteen junior high students have come for training, and we'll be distributing three hundred boards, which is only enough for one day," Liu Quan said with a slight smile.
“That’s true! I just signed a huge contract! Ten thousand boards a month! With your small team, you’ll need to allocate people for assembly, packaging, and so on. To process ten thousand boards, we’ll need at least a hundred more people,” Xing Baohua said, counting on his fingers for Liu Quan.
"It's hard to recruit people these days! What should we do?" Liu Quan said anxiously for Xing Baohua.
"I'm trying to get a dozen or so people here. It's a big order, and we still have to wait a while for delivery. During this time, you need to make sure the people are proficient in every aspect. Once the production line is up and running, we won't have time to train them," Xing Baohua instructed.
Liu Quan nodded as well.
Just as the two were discussing production arrangements, someone came over and said, "Director Xing, the postman said there's a telegram for you."
The moment Xing Baohua opened the telegram, tears welled up in her eyes.
The telegram was very short, just three words: "Coming back soon."
It goes without saying who sent the telegram. Her eyes were slightly red.
I sighed inwardly, thank goodness he didn't die out there. As long as he comes back safe and sound, nothing else matters.
Back in his office, Mr. Li was almost finished and said to Xing Baohua, "Next song?"
"No, I'm not in a good mood, maybe tomorrow?" Xing Baohua said, sitting down at the table with a somewhat somber expression.
"You were fine just now, what's wrong? Is something on your mind?" Grandpa Li asked with concern.
"A little." Xing Baohua took out a cigarette, tossed one to Grandpa Li, lit it himself, took a deep drag, coughed a couple of times because it was a little choking.
"Actually, if you have something on your mind but can't say it, keeping it bottled up can easily lead to problems. There are four ways to solve this."
What's the first one? Talk to a close friend.
The second one! What can relieve sorrow? Only wine.
The third is to let loose and do whatever makes you happy.
The last one is to find a young girl to have a heart-to-heart talk with, or...
You're still young, you'll understand matters of the heart in time!
Grandpa Li was comforting Xing Baohua from the side.
Xing Baohua, who had just been feeling heavy-hearted, almost burst out laughing when she heard Grandpa Li's last sentence, probably because she was too embarrassed to say those two words.
Still don't understand? That's the stuff I know best. But it's addictive, and hard to quit!
Can't you see I'm about to go crazy from holding it in?
When the era of superficiality and restlessness arrives, watch how I play, and you old guys will be so envious.
Actually, Xing Baohua really wanted Grandpa Li to sing "Brothers," but no one was singing it!
Xing Baohua doesn't want to sing, so we'll just have to wait until someone else can do it.
Grandpa Li handed the completed manuscript to Xing Baohua and then left alone.
Xing Baohua started making phone calls to purchase chips.
Xing Baohua had previously contacted a group of manufacturers who would produce chips for calculators.
Because the chips in the calculator and the computer don't conflict, Xing Baohua was able to get a considerable amount of stock. However, that was based on Lu Chuan's order of 300 boards.
Now that the number is about to break 10,000, it's a huge number. I don't know if the other factory can supply it. If they can't, I'll have to try to assemble a batch. If all else fails, I'll have to hand it all over to Factory Manager Zhang for complete production.
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