Chapter 44 Chapter 44 When he squatted down in his unfitting pants...
Song Guanshu thought that Jiang Ling’s words could not be trusted, and she was probably just trying to fool him.
The raised corners of his mouth revealed his mood.
Jiang Ling's stomach pain no longer existed, but Song Guanshu insisted that she rest at home for a day and go back to work tomorrow.
These days of hard work and two days of laziness make even someone as thick-skinned as Jiang Ling feel embarrassed.
"You are not the only worker in the factory who is absent from work without reason. You don't have to feel guilty."
In addition to some workers who do not go to work because they are lazy, some workers skip work to do business. Although the factory strongly encourages workers to take unpaid leave to do business, the factory is very lax about the workers' daily commuting, which gives workers the opportunity to skip work to do business.
As long as no one reports it, absenteeism to do business is not a big problem. It is a great thing to be able to receive a stable salary while doing business.
Afraid that Jiang Ling would secretly wash the clothes while at home, Song Guanshu washed the clothes and mattress covers before leisurely going to work.
When Song Guanshu was sitting in the yard washing clothes, Jiang Ling squatted in front of him and ate breakfast.
"You should eat at the table. Squatting to eat will affect the digestion of food."
Old Lady Liu across the street had just finished serving her grandchildren dinner and was seeing them off when she saw this scene.
The woman was eating and the man was washing clothes, Jiang Ling's clothes.
I have never seen such a lazy woman. Old Mrs. Liu is quite fortunate that her new daughter-in-law, Han Ruixue, the laziest woman in the steel plant, only asks the man to cook occasionally, unlike the young couple across the street, who even have to let the man wash the daughter-in-law's clothes.
She was a traditional mother-in-law. Not to mention that she had long disliked Jiang Ling, even when she saw someone she didn't know, she wanted to get used to acting like a mother-in-law in front of them.
"Xiao Song, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but you are a grown man after all. Why do you always do trivial chores? Look at you now. How can you still look like the head of the family? You can say that you are considerate of your wife when you wash the dishes and cook, but why do you even have to wash Xiao Jiang's clothes?"
No one paid any attention to her, so she continued to talk. "I would say, what's the point of being pretty? You should marry a capable wife who can take care of the house and the outside world. You are a grown man, and it's not easy for you to make money outside. You have to work hard when you come home. How can your wife bear to leave you?"
Jiang Ling is still here, and he is trying to sow discord in front of her. He doesn't take her seriously.
She raised her voice and shouted towards the front yard, "Sister Ruixue, did you hear me? My aunt was just here making indirect accusations. She said I didn't work, but actually she was scolding you! Why is she like this? You are her biological daughter-in-law. No matter what, she can't say bad things about you in front of outsiders."
Section Chief Liu's family was having dinner at home in the front yard. The weather was hot, so the doors and windows were open as soon as they got up. Han Ruixue could hear the conversation between her mother-in-law and Song Guanshu.
She had a bad relationship with her mother-in-law and had long suspected that the old woman was making indirect accusations, but she didn't mention any names, so Han Ruixue pretended not to hear.
Now that Jiang Ling pointed it out, she was in a dilemma.
If she goes out and quarrels with that old woman, people will say she is unfilial. If she doesn't go out, people will think she is afraid of her.
Then Han Ruixue chose to quarrel with Section Chief Liu. Section Chief Liu's house, which had not been quiet for a few days, became lively again. Seeing this, Han Ruixue's younger brothers and sisters hid out under the pretext of going to school. When they passed by Jiang Ling's house, they glared at Jiang Ling fiercely.
Song Guanshu had a smile in his eyes. He liked the fact that she would take revenge on the spot and never suffer any loss.
Old Mrs. Liu was furious, "Xiao Song, you don't even care about your wife, but you meddle in other people's family affairs."
Song Guanshu said to her helplessly, "I'm sorry, you just said that I don't look like the head of the family. I can't control her."
He looks like a useless, cowardly man.
After he finished rubbing the clothes, he spread them neatly on the clothesline.
Before leaving, he reminded Jiang Ling, "The lunch is in the pot, go heat it up yourself."
Jiang Ling held the bowl in her hand and stretched out her hand to say goodbye to him. She was so obedient that Song Guanshu wanted to tease her, "If you are hungry, there are peach cakes at home. Don't eat soap."
"You..." Jiang Ling raised her head and saw that the bicycle had already ridden away.
I feel sleepy a few days before my period and want to lie down on the kang after breakfast.
There were two quilts on the kang. Her quilt had been folded and placed at the head of the kang. After Song Guanshu pulled off the dirty sheet, he replaced it with a new one. But for some reason, he, who liked things to be tidy, did not fold the quilt.
Although Jiang Ling liked to be lazy, she was too embarrassed to lie in Song Guanshu's bed again. She was afraid of dirtying his quilt again.
In consideration of the fact that Song Guanshu helped her wash clothes today, Jiang Ling kindly folded Song Guanshu's bedding.
She lay down in her bed. When it was time for lunch at noon, she woke up because she was hungry. She heated up the rice in the pot, ate a few mouthfuls of lunch, read a book for a while, and then lay down in bed and fell asleep again.
She slept until Song Guanshu came home from get off work and woke up when she heard the bicycle bell.
When Song Guanshu pushed the door open, he saw Jiang Ling sitting cross-legged on the kang. Perhaps she had just woken up, and her eyes were not fully open yet.
She was in better shape now than she had been this morning. "You're back."
Song Guanshu felt a little disappointed that Jiang Ling didn't sleep in his bed, but he didn't show it. He said to Jiang Ling, "I bought a chicken when I passed by the vegetable market. I'll make chicken soup tonight."
The chickens in July were only raised for less than half a year and were not very big, so they could be eaten by two people in one meal.
Jiang Ling, however, was having trouble drinking the chicken soup. This greasy thing was fine in winter, but in summer, she lost her appetite just by looking at it.
Song Guanshu knew that she liked spicy flavors, so he said, "Drinking chicken soup is good for your health. Your body needs it. I have skimmed off the oil from cooking, so it shouldn't be too greasy when you drink it."
He meant well and Jiang Ling couldn't refuse. When she drank it, it wasn't as bad as she had imagined, but it wasn't very good either. It just tasted like a chicken soup.
Jiang Ling drank the soup in one gulp. Song Guanshu thought she liked it, so he served her another bowl of soup with two chicken legs in it.
A chicken has only two legs, and all the legs were given to Jiang Ling to eat.
Chicken thighs are the most delicious part of the chicken. The meat is tender and not tough. Most importantly, there are not many bones on the chicken thighs, so it is not difficult to chew on them.
Jiang Ling really didn't like the scene where both of them could have had two chicken legs, but one of them had to eat until he was full, while the other didn't get to eat. It reminded her of her mother.
She put one into Song Guanshu's bowl and said, "Don't do this next time. I'm not so greedy that I have to eat both chicken legs."
Song Guanshu didn't know why Jiang Ling was unhappy. He just thought the chicken thighs were delicious and wanted to let Jiang Ling eat them all. He himself didn't have a strong desire to eat it, so he didn't care whether to eat it or not.
But this chicken leg was given to him by Jiang Ling, and Song Guanshu was in a good mood. "Thank you."
He accepted it so easily, which made Jiang Ling feel better all of a sudden. "That's how it should be. There are two of us in the family. If there are good things at home, we must divide them in half so that everyone can have a taste."
After sleeping for nearly a whole day, Jiang Ling looked very good, with fair skin and shiny lips.
Song Guanshu listened to her very carefully, staring at her opening and closing lips the whole time. Although he didn't remember what Jiang Ling said in the end, all his attention was on her lips.
Jiang Ling is the type of person who forgets the pain once the wound has healed. Just two days after her period, she wanted to drink iced soda.
It’s not that she doesn’t take care of her body. She waits for several days after her period ends before she thinks about drinking less iced soda.
Song Guanshu naturally couldn't let her eat it, but he didn't say it directly. He asked, "Do you want to eat fried pork with peppers or drink iced soda?"
A plate of fragrant fried pork with peppers and a glass of cool orange soda appeared in front of her. Jiang Ling swallowed her saliva and chose the fried pork with peppers without hesitation. She couldn't eat spicy food these days and her mouth was dry.
Jiang Ling applied again, "Can I have a bottle of room temperature soda?"
"OK."
After the meal, Song Guanshu beckoned Jiang Ling over and asked, "Would you like to try this?"
The glass soda bottle that Jiang Ling had drunk was filled with a strange, unidentified liquid. Through the transparent bottle, one could only see that the liquid was a bit viscous and slightly milky white.
“What is this?”
"Shampoo." Song Guanshu said calmly, "The shampoo in the factory may have had problems during the production process. Some of the raw materials were replaced, which not only reduced the original effect, but also made it very easy to deteriorate and have a smell. The odor you mentioned before was caused by that. I have done some experiments recently and confirmed that it is not a problem with the ingredients, but a problem with the raw materials."
Jiang Ling's eyes widened when she heard this. "So, the reason why our products can't be sold is because we use inferior raw materials?"
"Yes, but not entirely. There are many other factors that affect it." Song Guanshu did not continue the topic. "I made a new bottle of shampoo according to the original shampoo ratio. There will definitely be no odor this time. You can try it."
Could it be that such a simple bottle contains shampoo?
She leaned in and smelled it. There was no smell, just a faint smell of chemical reagents.
"Can you make it smell good?" Jiang Ling raised her hand. "Flower scent, fruit scent, any scent is fine."
"knew."
Song Guanshu didn't continue to ask her to try, but just looked at Jiang Ling straight.
Jiang Ling actually didn't want to wash her hair now. She had just washed it the night before. Her hair was dry and not easily oily. Washing her hair frequently would be bad for it.
But she said, "Okay, my hair just itches, so I'll give it a try."
Song Guanshu went to boil some water. The sun was shining brightly outside and it would be comfortable to wash his hair outside. He put the washbasin rack at the door of the room.
After scooping hot water into the basin, he called Jiang Ling out to wash her hair.
Hot water, washbasin and shampoo were all ready. The only thing left was to wash Jiang Ling's hair. Although it had nothing to do with him, Song Guanshu was not in a hurry to go back and just stood aside.
In the sunlight, her skin was so white that you could see the purple blood vessels.
As soon as Jiang Ling put her head into the water, she felt Song Guanshu's hand touching the end of her hair.
She was startled, but the man calmly said, "I need to observe how this homemade shampoo performs before and after washing your hair."
Okay, no wonder they were so eager to ask her to wash her hair, it turns out she was the guinea pig.
There's nothing wrong with being a guinea pig; scientific progress requires guinea pigs. But Jiang Ling was worried that there might be something wrong with her hair, which is at the same level as her face, when doing the experiment.
She babbled, "Comrade Song Guanshu, I believe in your professionalism, but you must be worthy of my trust and don't let me have hair loss and dandruff problems after using this shampoo."
After thinking for a while, she added, "I can tolerate dandruff, but hair loss is absolutely not acceptable!"
Song Guanshu smiled, "Thank you for your trust. I will try my best not to let you down."
After Song Guanshu got the hang of it, Jiang Ling gave him full authority to wash her hair.
It’s not that she was lazy, it was just inconvenient. She couldn’t see the back of her head, and she would often accidentally touch Song Guanshu’s hand when she wet her hair.
This was very embarrassing, as it was easy for people to misunderstand that she was taking advantage of Song Guanshu. Fortunately, Jiang Ling had her face buried in the basin.
However, since Song Guanshu likes to do it, she doesn't care.
Song Guanshu first wet Jiang Ling's hair with clean water, and after rubbing the shampoo twice in his palms to create foam, he slowly applied it from the back of the head to the ends of the hair.
His movements were so gentle, like a professional shampooer. He even knew to retract his nails while rubbing the scalp and rub gently with his fingertips.
The sun was warm on her body, and his movements of washing her hair made her feel very comfortable. Jiang Ling almost fell asleep.
He didn't even know when he finished washing his hair. Song Guanshu held up his head buried in the basin with one hand, and held his wet hair with the other hand, gently squeezing out the water from his hair.
Song Guanshu really enjoyed the time washing Jiang Ling's hair. During these short ten minutes or so, Jiang Ling completely listened to him and did whatever he asked her to do. She was very well behaved.
He didn't know when a towel appeared in his hand. After Jiang Ling washed her hair, he covered Jiang Ling's head with the towel, first roughly absorbed the water from her hair, and then carefully wiped off the rest of the moisture.
Jiang Ling sat next to the chair he had brought in advance, and Song Guanshu half-knelt beside her.
His loose-fitting pants were stretched very tight when he squatted down, and you could see the shape of the muscles bulging in his thighs as he exerted force, and there was a big bulge above... No, I can't look at it anymore.
Song Guanshu looked extremely serious when he was doing things. Jiang Ling thought, it was probably because she was his important experimental subject.
The water was all over her hair, so Song Guanshu asked her to sit in the sun so that her hair would dry naturally quickly.
Jiang Ling's hair was well maintained, with thick, black hair. When she let her hair down in the sun, every strand of hair was shining.
Song Guanshu felt itchy and couldn't help but touch her hair, but he only dared to touch the ends of her hair.
Jiang Ling is not a dead person, so she could feel it even if he only touched the tips of her hair.
She turned back in confusion, not expecting to be caught so soon. Song Guanshu said confidently, "I want to observe the condition of my hair after using shampoo."
Well, there are good reasons.
As her experimental subject, Jiang Ling asked, "Do I need to write a few user reviews?"
Song Guanshu was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "If it's possible, that would be great. If it's not convenient for you, I can do it for you."
The head is on her body, how can Song Guanshu do it for her?
Jiang Ling looked at him puzzled, and he replied slowly, "Just let me observe the condition of your hair every day."
This may not sound difficult, and it is certainly simpler than a usage report of several hundred words.
Jiang Ling agreed readily, but later discovered that this man's so-called observation state was not as simple as Jiang Ling had imagined. He carefully touched Jiang Ling's hair, and then took out a comb to comb her hair.
When asked why, Song Guanshu said, "I want to feel how smooth my hair is."
Indeed, the smoothness of hair after washing is also a very important indicator, Jiang Ling has no doubt about it.
Jiang Ling's hair is as smooth as silk and is very pleasant to touch.
Although Song Guanshu was very good at combing her hair, with his fingertips lightly stroking her scalp and the comb accidentally pulling her hair, this subtle touch and gentle and cherishing attitude made her feel extremely comfortable.
But she always felt something was not right. This man had been touching her for too long. He said he was just observing her, but half an hour had already passed.
"Not well yet?"
Song Guanshu said calmly, "It's almost there."
Jiang Ling would not doubt him. Song Guanshu had a good reputation in her eyes. As long as it did not involve the male and female protagonists, he was a normal person.
He "observed" for too long, and finally Jiang Ling fell asleep comfortably under the stimulation of touching her hair.
Song Guanshu held her in his arms contentedly. He hadn't held her in his arms for more than ten days.
There was no other reason for Jiang Ling to sleep in his bed, so he could only reluctantly put her back into Jiang Ling's bed.
Jiang Ling didn't realize what had happened until she woke up the next day. She was so useless that she actually fell asleep while combing her hair.
Song Guanshu was very understanding and did not blame her as the experimental subject for being unethical. Instead, he explained for her, "Are you too tired during this period? The Finance Department is very busy during this period?"
It is indeed very busy. My superiors want the financial statements and accounts for the past five years, but the information I submitted was sent back with the message that there are problems and they asked me to redo it.
These days, I have been busy with this after work and don’t even have time to slack off.
Jiang Ling briefly told him about the incident and couldn't help but sigh, "You don't know until you see it. I was shocked when I saw it. There were big problems with the factory's accounts several years ago. There were many large expenditures with unclear reasons."
"Accounting is a risky job. You might end up behind bars one day."
Song Guanshu comforted her, "That's because you haven't come to the factory yet. It's not your fault."
That being said, "There are a few unclear bills that only appeared after I joined the Finance Department."
"It depends on what kind of scapegoat the leaders want to find."
As an experimental subject, Jiang Ling's hair was closely observed by Song Guanshu for several days. Jiang Ling didn't know what conclusion he came to, but as a user, she was able to put forward some usage experiences and update suggestions.
Jiang Ling handed the comb to Song Guanshu and said, "I go to bed early, get up early and eat healthy. Logically, I shouldn't lose so much hair. I think it's because the shampoo contains irritants and I focus too much on the cleansing effect, which leads to dry hair loss."
She has never been a product manager, but she took two related courses when she was in school.
"I wanted to say it a long time ago that the products we produce did not capture the target customers. In the current consumer environment, customers who can afford and are willing to buy shampoo must be those who value hygiene, beauty and quality of life. Otherwise, washing powder and soap can also be used to wash hair. Since this type of customers, I dare not say 100%, most people will wash their hair frequently, and a good cleaning effect is useless to them. Perhaps the cleaning effect can be slightly adjusted, not too strong, and efforts can be made in other aspects, such as making the hair smoother and other aspects."
Jiang Ling misunderstood that this shampoo was developed by Song Guanshu for the purpose of researching new products for the factory, so she provided him with some suggestions from the perspective of market selection.
"Also, when choosing a scent, don't go with the pungent scents you used to have. If you can't find a suitable one, I think you smell great."
The man who was seriously taking notes in a notebook was startled, and his long eyelashes, as beautiful as butterfly wings, trembled slightly.
Song Guanshu said softly, "Thank you."
Jiang Ling asked seriously, "But what perfume did you use? It smells pretty good."
He replied gently, "I don't wear perfume, it's probably the smell of soap."
Really? I always feel like it doesn’t smell the same as soap.
Up to this point, Jiang Ling did not ask any more questions. Asking more would be annoying. She is very good at knowing when to get along with others.
Song Guanshu wrote down all the requirements put forward by Jiang Ling in a notebook. Although Jiang Ling's ideas were based on those proposed by the factory's target customers, Song Guanshu regarded them as the effects of the shampoo she wanted.
The staff in the technical department usually have very little time at work, and they spend the day drinking tea and reading newspapers.
Song Guanshu usually reads books, but he has been busy these days, taking out his chemistry instruments to tinker with them. When his colleagues asked him what he was doing, he just said that he saw a small experiment in a book and thought it was very interesting and wanted to try it out.
Although it is called a technical department, there are not many people with the same professional background. A small number of technical department staff are relatives of the leaders and come here to get by. There are many who just graduated from technical secondary schools or high schools.
No matter whether he studied chemical engineering or not, everyone felt that Song Guanshu was pretending when they heard him say this.
Song Guanshu doesn't care about what his colleagues think and focuses on doing his own thing.
After updating the shampoo formula, I can wash Jiang Ling's hair again.
Wang Qiang, who had a grudge against Song Guanshu, heard this and reacted like other colleagues, scolding him for being pretentious.
During the lunch break at noon, Song Guanshu went downstairs to have lunch with Jiang Ling. The staff of the technical department had all left the office. Wang Qiang took advantage of the fact that all his colleagues had left and came to Song Guanshu's desk. He opened the notebook that Song Guanshu had spread out in front of him to write and draw not long ago.
Wang Qiang had little patience and was afraid that a colleague would suddenly come in. Although he was not a serious college student, he had worked in the technical department for many years. He knew some technical terms, but he didn't understand what Song Guanshu was doing.
Then continue flipping forward and pay special attention to the notes written on the side.
As he flipped through the pages, he saw what Song Guanshu had recorded and Jiang Ling had analyzed about what kind of products the target customers needed.
After reading it, he suddenly felt enlightened.
I think this makes sense. No wonder the products produced in the factory can’t be sold. It turns out that the root cause lies here.
It also solved the doubts in his mind. What has Song Guanshu been busy with these days?
Wang Qiang said that Song Guanshu looked honest, but in fact he was the most cunning person.
He wanted to take advantage of the poor sales of the factory's products to develop a new shampoo to solve the problems the factory leaders were facing.
If the new product can solve the factory's problems, promotion and salary increase are inevitable. He has just graduated and joined the factory and he has already received the treatment of a deputy section chief. If he can really succeed, he will be made a section chief.
From that day on, Wang Qiang would secretly look at Song Guanshu's notebook every noon. After confirming that he had completed the modification of the product, he would secretly squeeze out a little and take it home.
After returning home, I went straight to the bathroom, scrubbed my hair carefully twice, and finally turned on the faucet to rinse off the foam on my hair. After washing completely, he stroked his wet hair back and forth twice in front of the mirror in the bathroom. Song Guanshu is indeed a college student with some real talent and knowledge. The new shampoo he developed is indeed better than the old version from the factory.
Wang Qiang shook the water off his hair, and when he got home, he got close to his wife and asked her to smell it. Although his wife was disgusted, she still smelled it and said, "This is the shampoo produced by that factory. It smells pretty good, much better than the shampoo from your factory."
He held the copied shampoo formula in his trouser pocket and smiled at his wife, "This shampoo not only smells good, but also works well."
Wang Qiang has already regarded this shampoo formula as his own private property.
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