Gu Changrong wrote down their home address and phone number to Song Shiwei and asked her to go there when the time comes.
Song Shiwei nodded and put the note away.
When she arrived at the factory, as soon as she got out of the car, several other leaders surrounded her.
They all said that if they needed help in the future, they would like to ask Song Shiwei to help cook a meal.
She can ask for any amount.
Song Shiwei thought about the promise she had made to Gu Changrong to help him take care of his wife, so she declined politely.
All those leaders felt extremely regretful.
Gu Changrong was afraid that Song Shiwei would be embarrassed, so he smiled and told her that he had asked Song Shiwei to cook for his wife.
What else does anyone else have to say?
Then of course we should focus on the big leaders first!
However, they all had their own plans. Since she came to Qing City every day, if there was really something, they could ask her to go there so that they could find someone.
Sun Zeyan also felt a little regretful. He was thinking of inviting her to the factory kitchen.
The food in the factory cafeteria is so terrible that it’s hard to even describe.
Many workers have complaints, but they have not found a suitable master chef.
But after hearing what Gu Changrong said, he could only put his mind at ease for the time being.
Thinking of waiting and seeing if there is a chance later.
Director Zheng led the leaders to continue inspecting the work.
He took Song Shiwei to the warehouse behind.
He had promised to give her seven cotton-padded jackets. He was not a man who went back on his word. Besides, these cotton-padded jackets were left over from last year. No one would even want them to pay the workers’ wages!
Now that Song Shiwei is willing to accept it, he is of course very happy.
As the warehouse door opened, Song Shiwei was surprised to see the cotton coats piled up like a mountain inside.
“Are these all accumulated cotton clothes?”
Sun Zeyan nodded helplessly: "Yes, these styles are too old and hard to sell in the market. The department store counters are all filled with the most fashionable styles. Many of ours are returned from various counters!"
Zhou Cheng and Zhou Lin were shocked to see that no one wanted these cotton coats.
"No one wants such a good cotton-padded jacket? If it were on our Qilian Island, every household would probably scramble for it!"
Song Shiwei's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Director Sun, what are you going to do with this cotton coat?"
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