Chen Qing gave a half-smile: "Oh? Is that so?"
Du Wangqin, eager to achieve his goal, completely missed the fleeting cold glint in Chen Qing's eyes and quickly nodded: "Yes. Factory Director, how about I arrange a date for you to meet him?"
Chen Qing: "Okay, then let me know when you've made the arrangements."
Du Wangqin nodded excitedly.
Chen Qingze went downstairs to inform Tian Mengya of the good news about the cooperation with the Foreign Trade Bureau.
Tian Mengya smiled and said, "Then your newspaper will soon be up and running."
"indeed."
Chen Qing hopes to gain control of the fashion industry.
She is currently very popular.
But the changes are also significant.
It's good sometimes and bad sometimes.
For Shengxia Sports Apparel Factory to develop better, it needs another authoritative institution or figure to replace her.
Chen Qing hadn't decided who the next factory director would be.
After all, she herself wouldn't be transferred to the central government so quickly.
But authoritative institutions can handle it!
Once the magazine is published, its authority will be enhanced.
Then she can gradually step down.
To avoid any impact on the sales of Shengxia Clothing Store due to my personal matters.
Love me, love my dog.
The hatred extends to the house and its crows.
Seeing that she seemed preoccupied, Tian Mengya asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"It's nothing," Chen Qing smiled. "I'm going to the technical school to check on the latest research and development of denim fabric."
Tian Mengya: "Okay, you go ahead and do your thing."
Chen Qing went to the technical school to follow up on the research results, and then it was almost time to go home after get off work.
When I got home, I found He Yuxiang there too.
"You're home so early today?"
“Hmm.” He Yuxiang took out a stack of photos to show her: “These are children from the mountains. I want to send them to school, but there are no schools nearby, and even their survival is a problem. I think, why don’t we hire a group of people to teach there? The children who want to study can go to school in the village huts, and the ones who don’t want to study, I can’t do anything about it.”
The mountain road was treacherous.
Forcing someone to study outside is like asking them to eat meat porridge.
He could only try to find a way to build them a 'school'.
Chen Qing took the photo and looked at the girl in it. She was carrying a large bundle of firewood on her back, and her figure was hunched over like a little old lady. The bundle of firewood was taller than her and almost swallowed her up. Her eyes were not filled with fear, but with a kind of numb calmness, devoid of any vitality.
In the next picture, a dozen or so children are squatting or sitting against the wall.
Chen Qing's features were obscured; his face appeared to be covered in mud and ash. His clothes were loose and tattered, clearly altered from adult clothing. They held branches of varying lengths and were intently scratching at the muddy ground in front of them.
They are writing.
Use the ground as paper and branches as pens.
Chen Qing looked at each document one by one, and the long-lost memories of her days in the orphanage came back to her. She was also a child raised by the state, and she couldn't bear to see these children suffer. So she went out and called He Yuxiang into the study: "Take a batch of gold out of the cave. I'll find a way to legalize the gold. You find a way to turn this money into schools and books for the children."
Can gold be legalized?
He had asked his aunt before.
My aunt said he was delusional!
Tell him to stop thinking about taking shortcuts all the time.
Now that she wants to help these children, what can she do?
Chen Qing skillfully applied his abilities: "Yes, but the amount shouldn't be too large."
"Okay, I understand."
He Yuxiang never expected that the legacy left by his ancestors would ultimately end up being used for charitable purposes.
But on second thought, it seems pretty good.
This is enough to prove that their descendants are living well; otherwise, why would they do good deeds?!
He Yuxiang even thought that since he was going to sponsor such a large number of people, why not just start a stationery factory? The more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed!
The next morning, He Yuxiang told his aunt about the plan: "I have a stationery factory. The stationery factory can be marketed as a charity, so many people will come to me to buy stationery. We can give back to more children, and at the same time, I won't lose out. What do you think?"
Chen Qing: "..."
Some people are born to be in business.
"Sure, you can even shoot some short videos to tell people what your stationery factory has done and how many children it has sponsored. That way, you will also be seen as a great person."
He Yuxiang: "I'll leave it at that."
He doesn't like praise from nice people.
Because he also has other motives.
The initial purpose of doing charity was not pure; it was entirely for the purpose of protecting one's own interests.
Chen Qing didn't try to persuade him any further.
He Yuxiang has become what he is today.
She was already completely satisfied.
A few days ago, the temperature suddenly dropped, but today the weather is nice, with blue skies and white clouds, and my body feels warm and cozy. Chen Qing has energy to work in the office, and even looking at the dense English clauses and numbers, he feels as if they are being gilded with a layer of fuzzy gold by the sunlight.
Knock knock knock—
"Director Chen."
Du Wangqin stood at the door and respectfully called out.
Chen Qing looked up: "Go in."
Du Wangqin gave Chen Qing a few drawings. "Look, he can create at least seven different effects from washing, distressing, and bleaching this kind of denim. It's far superior to the techniques we use now."
Chen Qing's gaze fell on the hand-drawn sketch. Although the lines were rough, the differences in texture between the various shades of washed denim blue were indeed roughly outlined, especially the effect of multiple layers of fading, which is exactly the shortcoming of the current domestic technology.
Who is behind Du Wangqin?
How did they manage to get their hands on these blueprints?
Du Wangqin observed her expression and spoke faster: "That Master Tan lives in the eastern suburbs, near the old factory area by the river. He has set up a small workshop there."
"The eastern suburbs?" Chen Qing looked up. "Where exactly?"
"It's the old Dongfanghong Textile Factory, the abandoned area, behind Warehouse No. 2," Du Wangqin said hurriedly. "The road is a bit out of the way, but it's not congested at this time of day, and it only takes about twenty minutes to get there. Master Tan said he'll be waiting in the workshop this afternoon."
Chen Qing closed the order folder in his hand. "Secretary Zhang."
Du Wangqin quickly said, "Secretary Zhang fell. He didn't know why he missed a step on the stairs and twisted his ankle. It's swollen really badly. I had to help take him to the infirmary. I'm afraid he can't go out with you, but don't worry, I can drive."
Chen Qing paused for a few seconds and then said, "Okay, I'll organize the information I have, and then we'll go take a look."
Du Wangqin dared not urge them.
I had no choice but to agree.
Chen Qing told him to go ahead and do his work for now.
Du Wangqin had no choice but to agree.
I felt uneasy.
Fortunately, the factory manager processed the documents quickly and called him to set off in no time.
The further east you drive, the shorter the buildings become, the narrower the roads become, and the fewer pedestrians and vehicles there are.
Large vegetable fields and scattered old factory buildings began to appear on both sides of the road.
About twenty minutes later, the car left the main road and turned onto a bumpy, gravel side road, but soon the sign for the Dongfanghong Textile Factory came into view. (End of Chapter)
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