Zhou Bingde knocked on the door and a woman's voice came from inside: "Come in!"
The director of the bedding factory is a woman?
Wan Feng opened the door and Zhou Bingde walked in with his head held high, and Wan Feng followed behind.
The office is not big, only about 10 square meters. There is an ordinary desk opposite the door with a vase of flowers on it, and a newspaper rack and a bookcase in the corner.
There is a bench at the foot of the west wall.
If it weren't for the dial phone on the desk, Wan Feng would never have thought this was a factory director's office.
Sitting behind the desk was a woman who looked to be around forty years old. She wasn't particularly charming but she was still pleasing to the eye.
"Old Zhou, you're here! Sit down!" The woman was very enthusiastic and poured a teacup of water for Zhou Bingde.
Zhou Bingde sat on a bench and got straight to the point: "Director Liu, do you still remember what I told you about the sewing machine a few days ago?"
"Of course I have an impression after these two days."
"This is my godson. He's the one who wants to buy it. Please arrange for someone to take him to see it."
The female factory manager looked at Wan Feng suspiciously: "You mean he wants to buy a sewing machine?"
"Haha, you don't believe it, right? If I didn't know him, I wouldn't believe it either."
"Why did he buy a sewing machine?"
"His family runs a clothing store, and he came to me because he couldn't buy a sewing machine. I thought you might have one you don't need."
"Where are his parents?"
"Master? Well, his master is not at home. He went out." This was all Zhou Bingde could say.
Director Liu nodded and said, "Then I'll find someone to take him there."
He got up and went out, and soon called in a man in his thirties who looked like a custodian.
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