"Come on," He Chunya said, pushing her into the factory.
Wen Jiaojiao seemed to have thought of something. She paused, took out some tissues from her bag, wiped her face clean, and lowered her voice to say:
"My family is forcing me to get married, so I ran away from home and don't have a letter of introduction or ID card. Could you please talk to them for me later?"
Let's say we're from the same place, and I don't know the specifics of your situation. I'll say I hit my head while running away and lost my memory, and then you can tell me other general things.
He Chunya didn't think of her as a bad person; she thought she was quite righteous. She readily agreed:
"OK."
The two went to a corner, briefly discussed the situation of He Chunya in Dahong Village, and then went into the factory.
The gatekeeper, an elderly man with a gap in his teeth, said in a trembling voice:
Are you looking for work?
How can someone so old do this kind of work?
That person must be a relative of royalty in the factory.
Wen Jiaojiao realized this and said in a very good manner:
"Yes, handsome."
He Chunya gasped: "..."
The old man smiled so broadly that his only remaining tooth wobbled. He waved and said:
“You’re quite the talker, young lady. Come on, I’ll take you both to find my son.”
Wen Jiaojiao's eyes lit up: "..." You guessed right.
When the two arrived at the factory, everyone was initially surprised to see Wen Jiaojiao, and equally surprised when they saw He Chunya.
However, the former was surprise, while the latter was shock.
As the door was knocked on, a deep, gruff voice came from inside: "Come in."
Wen Jiaojiao pushed open the door and saw a man sitting at his desk. He had strong features, a tall stature, and a rugged appearance.
Her brow furrowed slightly: "..." Could this be the male lead? But the timeline I transmigrated into was before the male and female leads fell in love. Could something else have happened to me?
Ma Cungen noticed her gaze lingering on his face, so he coughed lightly, his fist pressed against his lips.
"Cough~"
Wen Jiaojiao's attention was immediately interrupted. Knowing that the male protagonist in the book was a kind-hearted person, she immediately greeted him:
"Hello boss, we're here looking for work."
Ma Cungen raised an eyebrow slightly and extended his long, slender hand, saying, "Let me see your identification."
Just as Wen Jiaojiao was about to speak, He Chunya took out her ID and said righteously:
“Her family forced her to get married. She ran away with nothing. She also hit her head a few days ago and doesn’t remember anything.”
Ma Cungen took He Chunya's documents and glanced at them. He didn't think Wen Jiaojiao's situation was a big problem, and he especially liked rescuing people from trouble. He said:
"Do you still remember your name?"
He Chunya spoke first:
"He Chou Chou".
Wen Jiaojiao's words caught in her throat, almost choking her. Her face flushed red as she looked at her:
Is this guy deliberately messing with me?
Ma Cungen's father suddenly spoke up:
"This is a good name. A humble name is easier to raise. It seems your parents care about you quite a bit. If you calm down, give them a call. All parents in the world love their children."
Wen Jiaojiao was speechless. She said with a stiff face:
"Yes, this name is easy to keep, and more importantly, it's down-to-earth." Now I understand why a perfectly good male lead is called this. It turns out he has a troublemaking father.
It's even uglier than my name. Realizing this, Ma Cungen chuckled and said:
"Alright, you guys go to the packaging team. Go find a bed in the dorm today, and start work tomorrow."
The two followed Ma Cungen's father to the dormitory again, where there were three iron bunk beds. After He Chunya and the others left, they whispered an explanation:
“Everyone in our village has the surname He. I only helped you use my sister’s name because I was afraid you would give yourself away.”
Wen Jiaojiao sat on the lower bunk of the iron-framed bed, a wave of sadness and loneliness washing over her for no apparent reason. She murmured to herself:
"Thank you."
He Chunya couldn't stay still, so she diligently packed the clothes in her bag, saying aloud as she did so:
"I wonder who's sleeping in the other bed."
Who cares?
Wen Jiaojiao felt inexplicably tired; she couldn't see any direction in her life.
Although I have a leggings idea in mind now, I've already discussed it with Wen Zhaoye.
Using this excuse to get a promotion and raise at the factory will definitely hasten the antagonism between the two.
Moreover, Wen Zhaoye's factory isn't ready yet. If the factory releases its product later than this one, the losses will be enormous.
She lay on the small bed, which didn't even have a straw mat, her brow furrowed with worry.
This won't work, that won't work, what should I do to make a name for myself?
After making the bed, He Chunya took a shower and lay down comfortably on it, saying:
"Just bring a few clothes. Otherwise, you can sleep with me tonight and go buy more tomorrow."
"Um."
A moment later, the door opened, and a woman with delicate features walked in, carrying an aluminum lunchbox. She greeted him warmly:
"Are you new here?"
Wen Jiaojiao glanced at her, not wanting to discuss the matter weighing on her mind, and nodded indifferently.
Seeing that she was carrying a lunchbox, He Chunya took out her own lunchbox without even saying hello and said, "Chouchou, do you want to go get some food?"
"No need, I'm not very hungry."
Before arriving, Wen Jiaojiao had eaten more than a dozen kinds of pastries and snacks, and the thought that these were all indirectly brought by Wen Zhaoye made her feel increasingly lonely and fearful.
Ultimately, it comes down to not having enough money on you. You don't feel safe. If you had ten thousand yuan or so, I bet you'd forget even what the person's last name was.
That night, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep soundly, mostly filled with worries and anxieties about the future.
Before dawn, despite the doctor's various attempts to stop him, Wen Zhaoye resolutely left the hospital and returned to his hotel.
He opened the door, looked at the empty room, and his heart tightened. Without daring to delay, he went to the front desk.
"My sister isn't in her room. Do you know where she went?"
The shopkeeper said, "Oh dear~ I heard she encountered human traffickers on the road and even called the police. I wonder if she was retaliated against?"
Wen Zhaoye's pupils trembled, his heart clenched even tighter, his large hands clenched uncontrollably, and his lips trembled slightly as he said:
"When...when did she go out?"
"I don't know, all I know is that she took some food from that employee in the afternoon and then never came out again."
Wen Zhaoye reached out his trembling hand to grab the phone, called the police, then said a few words to his boss before turning and disappearing into the night.
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