Work starts in the new year.
When Ling Ju arrived at the factory, Zhen Zhen was already there.
After not seeing each other for a few days, the two talked for a while.
Zhen Zhen also returned to his uncle's house to spend New Year's Day with his family.
Ling Ju called Song Xin to ask about Song Wei's condition. His fever had subsided, and he could still hear Song Wei instructing Song Xin to do this and that on the phone.
Ling Ju asked if Aunt Wang had arrived, and Song Xin replied that she would be there soon, which made Ling Ju feel relieved.
On the first day of resuming work, we received great news.
Gu Desheng's order came, and it was for 10,000 sets of goods. Not only that, in the northern market that Zhen Zhen was previously in charge of, an old customer company in Shandong also wanted to purchase cotton spinning materials from them, and the quantity was 4,500 at once, which was a good start to the new year.
Ling Ju went straight to Hu Wei and told him the good news.
I also brought some dried mushrooms, shredded beans and mountain products from my own home for Hu Wei.
After lunch, I rest in the office.
Ling Ju found that Zhen Zhen was a little abnormal. He would smile foolishly from time to time, and his face would turn red, and soon his expression would change to a questioning one.
"Zhen Zhen, what's wrong with you? You're smiling and blushing at the same time."
Zhen Zhen groaned and touched his face, which seemed a little hot. "It's okay, it's okay. I was just daydreaming."
...Are you feeling amorous?
She didn't believe that this expression was not a sign of lust. "Tell the truth, what have you been doing these past few days?"
Zhen Zhen shook his head and sighed, "I can't hide it from you. Secretary Chen has been acting a little strange lately..."
Chen Yun?
"What's wrong with you two?"
Zhen Zhen turned around, closed the office door, and moved the chair over to Ling Ju's side. "It's not that anything happened. It's just that on the second day of the winter solstice, he actually came to my dormitory to find me and asked if I had a partner. I said no, and then he left. I don't know what he meant."
"That's really hard to say. Did he send it back to you on the winter solstice?"
"It should be, but I don't remember much. I was drunk..."
After drinking, a man and a woman were alone in a car.
"You're not drunk, are you?"
Zhen Zhen was stunned. "No way, no one said I was drunk and crazy?"
"It's okay, he might just be asking for fun, don't pay attention to him." Ling Ju had a feeling in her heart whether Chen Yun liked Zhen Zhen, but she couldn't say for sure.
"Yeah, okay."
I was working when I heard hurried footsteps in the corridor and the office door was slammed loudly. "Second sister-in-law, come out quickly, something happened!"
Ling Ju and Zhen Zhen looked at each other, quickly stood up and opened the door. It was Qian Yuan.
Qian Yuan's face was filled with anxiety at this moment. Ling Ju looked at the cold sweat on his forehead and asked, "What's going on?"
"There's a guy from Shaanxi Province making a scene at the door, saying the goods we gave him were all defective. He's now parked there with his goods, and a lot of people are watching. Sun Xiangyu is right there at the door."
Oh? Interesting.
Ling Ju looked at the two of them and said, "Go find Brother Hu and Zhang Jian. Qian Yuan, go find Chen Yun and Liu Qing. I'll go see what's going on first."
The two of them took action immediately, and Ling Ju went downstairs and headed straight for the door.
Sure enough, a van was parked in the middle of the road outside the door, and several people were standing under the van shouting at the top of their lungs. When Sun Xiangyu saw Ling Ju coming, he felt like he had met a savior.
God, it’s okay to let him, a grown man, fight, but he’s really not good at arguing.
A man in a suit with a greasy face and a beer belly was shouting beside the truck, his spit almost spraying people's faces. "You bastard, you gave me inferior products and killed your regular customers. You have no shame! If you don't give me an explanation today, I won't leave!"
Ling Ju took a few steps closer, "Big brother, what happened?"
The greasy-haired man saw a fair-skinned beauty with big eyes coming over and said, "You don't have any men here? Let a woman come out and talk?"
Ling Ju pulled the corner of his mouth open, "I'm the person in charge. If you have anything to say, please tell me directly. In our factory, there is no distinction between men and women when speaking. As long as you are in charge, it's fine."
Then he turned to Sun Xiangyu and whispered, "Send away all the onlookers."
The greasy-haired man spat, "Okay, woman, that's fine too. Tell me, how are you going to compensate me for this truckload of defective goods?"
“Can I inspect the goods?”
The greasy-haired man nodded and motioned to the person next to him to open the car door. Ling Ju stood at the rear of the car and looked at the fabric. This weaving process was indeed produced by their factory, but all the finished products had broken edges and loose threads. The material had even been soaked in water and was completely deformed.
Ling Ju used a stream of energy to wrap around the rotten item.
"Where's the receipt?"
The slicked-back man was suspicious. "What receipt?"
Ling Ju dusted off his hands. "The goods delivered by our factory are all inspected and loaded before being delivered to the customer. The receipt is the proof that the customer has signed after confirming that everything is correct. If the customer signs the receipt after inspecting the goods, it proves that there is no problem with the goods. You don't have the receipt, so how can you prove that these goods are ours?"
The greasy-haired man was about to curse, but Chen Yun and Liu Qing, who had rushed over, stood behind him. Liu Qing pinched his shoulders. The greasy-haired man turned around and saw two burly men who were more than a head taller than him behind him.
"Why, you still want to hit people?"
Ling Ju bared his white teeth. "Don't misunderstand, big brother. You're here to solve a problem, and we're here to help. Why would we hit you? This is a society ruled by law. We're not gangsters, so how can we just hit people?"
"But, without your signature, we can't accept this pile of junk!"
The greasy-haired man was a little anxious. "I don't know what a receipt is. I've bought so many times and never heard of it. You're just trying to trick me and don't want to compensate me! I'm barefoot and I'm not afraid of people wearing shoes. You broke something and you still want to cheat me out of my money? No way! I'm going to call the police!"
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