"real?"
Song Jie suddenly stood up from her chair, her expression still showing deep disbelief.
She never expected to succeed. Although the cooking oil pressed by their factory was of excellent quality and had a rich and delicious taste, she never really thought she could exchange it for the winter clothing that was in high demand.
I had some expectations in my heart, which is why I let Ruan Xianxian do whatever she wanted.
I never expected it to actually work!
With this achievement, Director Zhang retired, giving her an even stronger chance of succeeding him as director.
He picked up his coat and stood up. "You guys haven't eaten yet, have you? Would you mind grabbing something to eat at the cafeteria? By the way, do you have a vehicle to transport the machinery?"
If it's not far, I can send a car to pick it up for you.
The captain opened his mouth, but Ruan Xianxian spoke up before him, saying, "It's not far, we haven't even left the province yet."
It was a rare occasion for the group to get together. Ruan Xianxian originally planned to invite Gong Ye to eat at a state-run restaurant, but she immediately changed her mind after receiving an invitation from Deputy Director Song.
She did indeed have some questions about production and sales, so she didn't refuse, calling him "sister" affectionately.
Song Jie couldn't help but admire his natural ease and friendliness!
At the dinner table, she asked the other person many professional questions, and Song Jie answered them patiently. She also learned about what was bothering the other person.
"Hey! It's just going to the countryside, what's the big deal? I'll call you 'sister' and bring our nephew to our village!"
Under the dinner table, the brigade leader was frantically stomping on Ruan Xianxian's small feet. What was he doing taking on so much work? Did he think their educated youth settlement wasn't lively enough?
Ruan Xianxian pressed the captain's shoe under her foot, suppressing him, while smiling with genuine concern for him.
“You see, our village is going to set up a factory. Instead of sending your nephew to a place where he doesn’t know anyone and you’re worried about him suffering, it’s better for him to come and work in our village.”
With my captain looking after him, how could my nephew possibly suffer?
Slowly, the big feet that had been struggling under the captain's desk stopped moving, and the captain glanced at the person beside him with a knowing yet complicated look in his eyes.
He understood. They were using the deputy director's son as a hostage. With the deputy director's son working in the oil pressing factory, their village's oil would surely find a market...
What Xiang Hongjun could understand, Song Jie obviously understood as well.
In other words, she could exchange some technology and sales channels for her son to work in a workshop in the countryside. She pondered this, thinking that it would be good, as she wouldn't have to give up her daughter or feel sorry for her son.
For the first time, I looked directly at the young girl in front of me, who was not yet twenty years old. She was smart and bold, and she deliberately made her scheming, which was not really scheming, out in the open, which made her not annoying.
Having seen countless power struggles, this was the first time she had met someone who understood the art of open and honest maneuvering so clearly.
The gloom in his eyes faded, and a smile curved his lips, which were etched with fine lines. "Alright! Thank you for your kindness. I will personally escort your nephew to the countryside."
If you have any questions about oil extraction, feel free to ask me.
Ruan Xianxian: ? ? ?
Let's just say... she has a son, a dog, and now she has a nephew?
Okay! Herding one sheep is one thing, but letting two sheep graze is another!
Having achieved her goal, she didn't clink glasses, but instead added a chicken wing to Song Jie's bowl, giving her a knowing smile as well.
Xiaxia can repair machines, but she doesn't know how to press oil. She can learn everything from choosing raw materials to the precautions for each step by buying books from the system, but where can she find a more experienced deputy director to personally guide her in detail?
If everyone could become successful just by reading books, then there would be no need for schools!
With one elbow resting on the table, Ruan Xianxian leaned forward and lowered her voice: "Sister Song, is anyone at the educated youth office? If not..."
She can help her, price to be discussed!
Song Jie smiled and lowered her voice as well: "Don't worry! I've lived here for decades, I still have some connections."
She had an old classmate in the educated youth office. He might not be able to do much else, but choosing a place to go to the countryside was no problem for him.
She dared not ask the little fox for help again; she had already put a price tag on her favors, and if they continued negotiating, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to get back to her room tonight.
I quickened my pace as I ate, afraid the other person would suddenly say, "Stealing oil? If you steal it, I'll sell it!"
Song Jie shook her head vigorously, almost blurting out "I won't steal." Realizing what she was doing, she quickly finished her meal, stood up, and gave an awkward but polite smile.
"I need to go back and cook for the kids. You can take your time eating. Just put the bowls and chopsticks in the basin when you leave. There's no rush."
Watching Sister Song disappear in a flash, as if chased by a dog, Ruan Xianxian sighed at Mu Xia, who was eating slowly and deliberately.
“My sister’s appearance has changed so much before and after. It just goes to show that you need to have more relatives when you’re away from home.”
Mu Xia wanted to say that she really didn't know her place, but seeing Xiang Hongjun's face full of tears and his eyes reddening, she didn't say anything in the end.
"Xianxian..." The captain had barely uttered a soft voice when Ruan Xianxian already got goosebumps. "What's wrong? Did you eat too many chicken wings and got a feather stuck in your throat?"
Watching helplessly as an old face, moved beyond gratitude, slowly turned red with anger, she picked up her water glass, took a sip, and smiled faintly:
"Don't say useless things. Once the factory is built, how about I become the factory manager?"
Even Song Jie, whom I've known for less than an hour, knows that her favors have a price. She's not one to work hard and run around doing chores only to lose power and end up doing all the work for someone else.
Without even thinking about it, Xiang Hongjun said, "Sure, you can be the factory director."
Putting everything else aside, in terms of ability alone, even the entire brigade of cobblers combined couldn't match him.
He realized that whether this guy became a human or a ghost depended entirely on his own decision.
"Come on, technical consultants and oil press workers, let's eat and head back to the hotel." After saying that, he muttered to himself, "I still have to draw up design drafts when I get back."
Although she can purchase the design drafts from the system, she can't make them!
One day, she discovered that her notes didn't match up, and no matter how hard she tried to explain, she couldn't. Ruan Xianxian wouldn't leave herself with such a flaw.
The five of them put down their bowls and chopsticks and strolled out of the cafeteria. As the sun set, they were captivated by the sight of the tall, straight figures bathed in the last rays of the setting sun.
He was wearing a green military uniform, buttoned up to his neck. Even though he was wearing the same Lenin uniform as many people on the street, he still stood out.
A high nose, thin lips, and light brown eyes that inexplicably appear sharp.
A woman's coat was draped over his well-defined forearm. When our eyes met, he walked towards us, his pace unhurried yet exuding a powerful aura.
Xiang Hongjun narrowed his eyes, and Xiang Nuan grabbed Mu Xia's arm and took a small step back, her voice a little stuttering: "Wow, he's huge, who is he?"
Mu Xia smiled with narrowed eyes, "She is your brother-in-law, Gong Ye."
A look of surprise flashed across Xiang Nuan's eyes, but she quickly understood.
She kept thinking, what kind of appearance and how powerful would she have to be to tame Sister Ruan, who was like a wild horse?
At this moment, the conjecture in my mind became concrete!
Compared to this man, Ye Guo, who was scheming and flaunting his wealth like a peacock in front of Sister Ruan, was utterly humiliated. Just look at that face...
Xiang Nuan was so excited that she clutched Mu Xia's clothes tightly with her little hands. They were a perfect match.
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