Chapter 508 The Secretary of the Garment Factory Arrives
The short-legged tiger looked up at He Yuxiang stupidly, with a silly look on his body: "But I don't like him. He is dull and skinny. He doesn't like to jump around or laugh. I don't like this kind of buddy."
He Yuxiang stared at him.
The dwarf tiger said weakly: "Okay, for your sake, squad leader, I will take him to play for a while."
He Yuxiang was satisfied.
He went to the front yard in a good mood and saw his aunt braiding Xiaoyu's hair.
Chen Qing liked Xiaoyu's smooth and silky hair, so she braided it into a beautiful bow-tied ponytail hairstyle for her. "Okay, I have to go to work. Put on your rain boots and go to school with your brothers and sisters. Have fun at school, okay?"
"Know!"
Xiaoyu answered loudly.
Chen Qing smiled and rubbed her chubby face, then went to the bus stop to meet Tian Mengya.
The two of them were heading to their last school today.
After arriving at their destination, both of them looked up at the huge and depressing building complex like old-fashioned people.
When Chen Qing looked at the information, he knew where it came from and said, "This is a product of the honeymoon period between China and the Soviet Union in the 1950s. It seems that they claimed to have built it into the 'First Textile Education Base in the Far East'."
The school in front of me has endless red brick buildings, a spacious playground big enough for horse racing, and a five-story main teaching building that looks like a thick city wall.
With great expectations, the two walked in, and looking at the dirty and messy environment, they frowned at the same time.
The whole school exudes a faint musty smell. Red paint is painted on the mottled walls, and some of the words have peeled off. The exterior is gorgeous and majestic, but the interior is dilapidated and empty.
The principal of this school was not there, so Chen Qing and Tian Mengya went directly to attend the class.
Pushing open the half-open classroom door, a smell mixed with sweat, chalk dust and old paper hit me in the face.
The tiered classroom was surprisingly large, capable of accommodating three hundred people, but at this moment, there were less than fifty students sparsely sitting in the first three rows.
On the podium, Mr. Chen, a gray-haired teacher wearing thick glasses, shouted in a hoarse voice: "Comrades! The textile industry is an important pillar of the national economy! We must deeply understand the great instruction of 'grasping revolution and promoting production'..."
He took a sip of tea from the enamel pot and continued reading, "Implement proletarian political consciousness in the quality of every yarn and every inch of cloth! Now, let's talk about the physical properties of cotton fiber: length, fineness, strength..."
Most of the students in the audience had blank expressions.
Someone is whispering secretly.
Someone leaned his head against the tree and looked out the window at the bare sycamore tree with a blank look in his eyes.
There were only a few students in the front row trying hard to take notes.
Chen Qing noticed that there were several dusty, old-fashioned hand looms piled up in the corner of the classroom.
There was a sign on it that said 'Traditional Textile Tools (For Critical Understanding Only)'.
They form a silent irony with the empty theories on the podium.
Chen Qing quietly left, wrote something on his notebook, and went to the next classroom.
The teachers in this school are pretty good. Every one of them reads the textbook carefully, but they only read the textbook.
No wonder most of the people she trained before were quickly taken away by garment factories. It turns out that garment schools nowadays really don’t teach anything.
After walking around, Tian Mengya asked Chen Qing: "Which school will you choose in the end?"
Chen Qing: "1 and 3."
These two schools can accommodate eight to nine hundred people.
The first school was mainly because we were afraid of them causing trouble. Now this school is too big and dilapidated everywhere. There is no vitality among the teachers and students.
Chen Qing took the report to the Light Industry Bureau and presented the information he had summarized, just in time for the next secretary to choose.
Coincidentally, the secretary of the sportswear factory came to report.
He was the deputy director of Lian Antai's factory, which was considered a small promotion.
Chen Qing remembered that at the Canton Fair, Lian Antai said he wanted to come to the garment factory to observe and learn, but he didn't expect that they would directly send the secretary of his garment factory to the sportswear factory.
Director Qi introduced the two parties: "Comrade Chen, this is Wei Jianping, the future secretary of your sportswear factory. Comrade Wei, this woman in front of you is the famous Chen Qing, also the head of the sportswear factory."
Director Qi determined Chen Qing's identity.
Wei Jianping also knew before coming that it would be difficult for him to shake Chen Qing's position. At this moment, he was not too upset. He greeted Chen Qing with a smile: "Comrade Chen, I am an old comrade, so I ask you to take good care of me."
"Comrade Wei, you're too polite." Chen Qing said politely.
Director Qi said, "Comrade Chen, your proposal to organize new students to teach at the school and provide them with employment opportunities has been approved. Your proposal to house the employees at the Third Garment Factory and provide them with employment for their families has also been approved."
Chen Qing smiled and said, "Thank you, Director Qi."
Director Qi: "It's okay, you guys go ahead and do your work."
The two of them obeyed and walked out. After leaving, Chen Qing asked Wei Jianping: "Comrade Wei, do you have a place to stay now?"
Wei Jianping said, "I'm staying at the Third Garment Factory temporarily."
Chen Qing nodded. The dormitory building of the sportswear factory would not be built so quickly, so staying at the third clothing factory was the best option.
"Since it's your first day here, you're not in a hurry to start work..."
Wei Jianping interrupted her: "It's okay, my wife will take care of the household affairs. Comrade Chen, if you have anything to say, please feel free to tell me."
Chen Qing looked at the man in front of him. He was about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, not tall, even a little thin, but with a well-proportioned frame. On the surface, he had a gentle and humble demeanor.
"Let's do it tomorrow. It would be too tiring to start working right after arriving in Yangcheng today. I'm not that unkind."
"good."
Wei Jianping didn't force it.
The two agreed at the gate of the Light Industry Bureau to meet at the street office near the construction site at nine o'clock the next morning, and then they parted ways.
Tian Mengya immediately asked: "Chen Qing, what do you think of this secretary?"
"It's hard to say."
Chen Qing was not so powerful that he could find out a person's true nature with just a few words.
Tian Mengya: "When you went to Director Qi's office, I asked at the Light Industry Bureau and found out that he has nine children."
Chen Qing: “!!!”
Her mouth dropped open in shock, and her tone of voice changed.
“So many!”
"Well, five sons and four daughters. Two sons and one daughter went to the countryside, so now there are six children brought here."
Tian Mengya was also puzzled.
Normally, families with sons would choose to have five or six children.
There are nine children in his family.
Indeed, there are too many.
So she inquired again, and after learning the final result, she said mysteriously, "Guess why he has so many children?"
"Why?"
"Didn't I ask you? You're so annoying! Forget it, I'll tell you, it's because his parents felt that their family had been a single-line family for three generations and it was easy to end up without descendants. So since their daughter-in-law was fertile, they gave birth to more children. In total, they gave birth to nine children."
(End of this chapter)
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