He quickly closed the entrance to the guard room and said seriously, "No matter who you are, you need to register and make an appointment to enter the textile factory."
"Go in and find the factory director and tell him that I'm here to send him foreign currency." Jiang Wanyue said calmly, "Your textile factory has a foreign exchange mission. If you delay this important matter, will you be responsible?"
The security guard had no words to express his grievances.
He was afraid that Director Jiang Rongjun would cause trouble for him.
I am also afraid that I will miss out on important things and I won’t be able to afford it.
Just then, a car drove up to the door.
The guard breathed a sigh of relief: "That's our factory director's car, go over and ask for it yourself."
Jiang Wanyue turned around and waved at the car. The door was quickly opened and Jiang Qizheng walked out of the car with a surprised look on his face: "Wanyue, why are you in the textile factory?"
Jiang Wanyue smiled and said, "Uncle Jiang has always wanted to earn foreign exchange, right? I have a way here. Would you like to listen to it, Uncle Jiang?"
Jiang Qizhen was overjoyed.
The higher-ups had issued a death order to the textile factory, requiring it to generate 100,000 foreign currency within half a year. More than three months had passed, and he had only earned more than 5,000 foreign currency through his brother-in-law Lucas and a few foreigners. It was far, far from 100,000...
He knew that Jiang Wanyue had connections, but after being rejected several times, he gave up the idea.
Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, this adopted daughter still lent a helping hand, and it turned out that raising her was not in vain.
"Come on, Wanyue, let's sit in the office and talk slowly."
Jiang Qizhen brought Jiang Wanyue and Lin Jin into the textile factory, sat in the office, and asked someone to serve tea and snacks.
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