Ning Zhihuan outside the door keenly caught the key word - laid-off.
My aunt was laid off, and she was forced to do so.
It seemed that the people in the factory were bullying her because she was honest. After working as a part-time worker for three years, she was about to get a formal job and her salary would double. When the Ning family was overjoyed, the factory wanted to kick her aunt out.
All they need is cheap labor. As for salary increases, I think they are just used to stimulate employees' creativity.
Isn’t this pure capitalist exploitation of the people?
Ning Zhihuan pushed the door open and walked in. Ning Qingjian, who was originally furious, was still chattering to express his emotions.
Aunt Chen Zhu was quietly wiping her tears, not daring to let Ning Qingjian see. When she saw Ning Zhihuan come in, their eyes were both fixed on her.
It was Chen Zhu who reacted first. She stood up, took a few steps forward, and asked with concern, "Huanbao, what do you want to talk to your aunt and uncle about?"
Ning Qingjian was also worried, afraid that the child was being bullied, and also afraid that his ferocious look just now had scared her.
So Ning Qingjian, who was so aggressive just now, instantly stayed aside like a deflated ball, listening to his wife asking Ning Zhihuan.
Ning Zhihuan raised her eyes and met hers, her sparkling eyes clear as she asked, "Aunt, are you going to be laid off?"
Chen Zhu was slightly stunned when she heard this. When she met Ning Zhihuan's eyes, she felt that she could not deceive her.
So she nodded, and although she felt sad, she still comforted him, "But don't worry, Huanbao. Auntie will find another job and won't let us go hungry."
After saying that, Chen Zhu forced a smile.
But Ning Zhihuan was not so easily fooled. He said bluntly, "If it were so easy to find a job, my aunt wouldn't have cried just now."
Chen Zhu didn't expect Ning Zhihuan to say that. She stood there not knowing what to do and looked at Ning Qingjian for help.
Ning Qingjian obviously hadn't expected this, but after receiving his wife's pleading look, he walked over, patted Ning Zhihuan on the head, and said, "Huanbao, don't worry about these things. Your aunt and uncle will take care of it and make sure we, Huanbao, live a good life."
Listening to Ning Qingjian's words, Ning Zhihuan felt like tears were about to burst out of her eyes.
He was clearly in a bad situation himself, but he still comforted her. He was clearly just her uncle, but he treated her like a father.
Everyone in the Ning family is so selfless and tries their best to give her the best.
"Huanbao, Huanbao, don't cry. Auntie is really fine." Chen Zhu said quickly when she saw two crystal drops hanging on Ning Zhihuan's rosy little face.
Ning Qingjian on the side was also anxious. The grown man was so anxious that he was at a loss and almost spinning around.
Ning Zhihuan burst into laughter, raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and said, "Aunt, Uncle, I'm fine. I just think you're all so kind to me."
Chen Zhu's rough hands stroked Ning Zhihuan's face, wiping away her tears. She said with a distressed look on her face, "Silly child, this is what you deserve."
Ning Zhihuan nodded, not forgetting the reason he came here. He raised the painting in his hand and handed it to Chen Zhu as if presenting a treasure, saying, "It may not be a bad thing that my aunt is now laid off. I heard that my aunt used to love making clothes, and her work was very exquisite. Why don't you return to your old job?"
Chen Zhu smiled bitterly, shook her head, and took the paper while saying, "How can making clothes be so easy? Back then, before I got married, I devoted myself to studying these things. I also understood all the fashionable clothes. Now..."
Chen Zhu stopped talking and stared at the paper in disbelief. She asked, "Huanbao, where did this come from?"
Ning Qingjian, who was standing by, came over and looked at the paper in her hand.
Although he didn't understand, he could see the exquisiteness of the painting. The beauty in the painting was lifelike, and the clothes she was wearing were very well designed and beautiful, but he had never seen them before.
Ning Zhihuan raised her neck proudly, "Aunt, I drew all of these myself."
Chen Zhu and Ning Qingjian's surprise was written all over their faces.
The reason is simple. Ning Zhihuan had some brain problems when she was a child, so no school was willing to accept her. In other words, she had never attended school properly.
I have never learned how to draw in a systematic way.
But this painting is really realistic.
Although it is not colored, you can still see that the owner of the painting has an excellent memory. Then there is the design, which is novel but very beautiful.
The addition of lace elements, which will only appear later, is a cutting-edge fashion.
Ning Zhihuan saw that the two of them were unable to recover for a long time, and she knew in her heart that she was a little reckless this time.
But she had no other choice.
After all, she had never thought of hiding it from the Ning family.
Not to mention that any other excuses were inappropriate. If she said she picked it up, the Ning family would definitely ask her to exchange it back. Besides, if the clothing design business becomes bigger and stronger in the future, she can't just pick up design drawings every day, right?
It would be better to point out from the beginning that this was drawn by himself. Although it may have a certain impact, it will be easier for the Ning family to accept and can also pave the way for the future.
"Our Huanbao is such a genius!" Chen Zhu praised with a look of surprise on her face.
Ning Zhihuan covered her face in embarrassment, her voice coming out from between her fingers as she asked, "Then, Auntie, can you make it?"
Chen Zhu read it over and over again, with a fiery flash in her eyes. Her hands holding the design draft were shaking, and her heart was also shaking.
"Sure." Chen Zhu answered without thinking.
"But I need some time. After all, it will take me a while to do it alone."
Ning Zhihuan nodded to show his understanding. The Ning family had no sewing machine and no female workers, so the only one who knew how to make clothes was Chen Zhu.
In fact, although she hasn't made clothes to sell outside for a while, she still makes clothes for the children at home.
Every Chinese New Year, Ning Zhihuan could happily wear the clothes made by Chen Zhu, so she had no doubt about Chen Zhu's craftsmanship.
"How long will it take?" Ning Zhihuan asked with a frown, like a little adult.
Chen Zhu replied, "If Huanbao is in a hurry, I can probably make it in half a month. I don't have anything else to do right now anyway..."
Chen Zhu said the last sentence with a sense of loneliness.
Perhaps, the one who felt the most uncomfortable after being laid off was Chen Zhu herself. She felt guilty and thought that she was a burden to the Ning family. Now she would be happy if there was something for her to do, as it was better than having nothing to do all day.
"Okay, auntie, if you can't finish it, you don't have to make so much at once." Ning Zhihuan reminded.
She thought that if she could produce two or three pieces in two weeks, it would be good, and she was considered diligent. She had only sent six design drafts so that she could choose.
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