"Factory Director?"
Shen Chunjiao was having a discussion with Zhang Hongsheng and a few others when the phone in her office suddenly rang. After hanging up, she frowned and stared blankly.
The group exchanged glances, wondering what had happened.
“It’s alright. The price from the Nivelon factory is still too high. We need them to buy back our products after we finish production, but we may not be able to find other manufacturers that need Nivelon. Let’s ask them to lower the price by two percentage points.”
"Okay, then we'll communicate with them again."
After the discussion, everyone left the office. Wu Xiu and another person walked behind. Before leaving, she turned around and saw Director Shen sigh, his face very gloomy.
The two left the office, lowering their voices.
"What happened to the factory manager?"
"I don't know, maybe the city put pressure on us."
"Could it be because of our deputy factory director?"
Everything was fine at their textile factory, but who would have thought that a deputy factory director would suddenly arrive, and this deputy factory director was also very ambitious.
Not only did she want to get involved in the affairs of the textile factory, but many of her ideas were contrary to everyone else's, and she would not back down during every communication.
There are significant differences between the two sides.
"Our factory manager has it tough too. He had all sorts of worries before the building was completed, and he still has worries after it's finished. I heard that the deputy factory manager even wanted to take charge of procurement."
After everyone left, Shen Chunjiao pressed her brows and helplessly picked up the tea beside her to drink.
The call I just received was from the city. Although they didn't say it explicitly, the implication was that they hoped the textile factory would cooperate more with Wei Lan and not ostracize her just because she was sent by the city.
She naturally denied it, saying that such a situation would never occur.
Shen Chunjiao wouldn't interfere with anything Wei Lan wanted to do unless it was particularly outrageous, but she didn't expect that the city would call them after just one argument.
It seems that as long as Wei Lan is around, the days ahead will not be peaceful.
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Song Qing encountered several problems today. She had to pull out several strands of hair to barely complete Master Liu's task. It was time for the end of the childcare class, so she had to go pick up her daughter first.
After picking up An'an, I remembered that I needed to talk to Master Liu, so I took her to the factory.
"Sister Song Qing."
The people at the door greeted Song Qing and let her in.
Song Qing followed Director Shen and her colleagues almost the entire way through the planning and construction of the factory, and almost everyone in the residential compound knows her.
Is Master Liu still inside?
Master Liu was an experienced worker they had borrowed from the state-owned cotton mill. Although it was said to be a loan, Director Shen had long planned to transfer Master Liu's relationship to the textile mill and offered him exceptionally generous terms.
"Master Liu is inside. He just lost his temper. Sister Song Qing, please be careful."
An'an, who was carrying her little schoolbag and holding Song Qing's hand, was swaying back and forth when she heard that Master Liu was angry. Her little hand immediately tried to break free.
"Mom, I'll wait for you at the door."
She lowered her voice, mimicking others, and spoke mysteriously.
Strangely enough, this girl has always been very bold, and even more so lately. She has met with Director Shen and Director Zhang many times with Song Qing, and she has never been afraid.
But I'm afraid of Master Liu.
Mr. Liu is almost fifty years old. Both of his children have gone to the countryside. The textile factory plans to transfer his employment and provide him with accommodation, as well as arrange a chores job for his wife.
He was always very neat and tidy, and he wore glasses. Although he looked a bit fierce when he had a stern face, he looked like an old-fashioned intellectual. I don't know why the children in the family compound cried every time they saw him.
Song Qing found it somewhat amusing that An An had been running rampant in the family compound lately, relying on her little goose who had been in cahoots with her, and had even gathered a group of followers.
Her temper was getting worse and worse, and her father couldn't persuade her. Sometimes Song Qing would get so angry that he would beat her up before she would calm down.
Fortunately, there was someone in the family compound who could scare her.
"Little Song?"
An'an had just broken free from Song Qing's hand when she saw Master Liu walking out with a short-haired, serious-looking woman. She immediately put her hands behind her back and cautiously glanced at Master Liu.
"Master Liu."
"This is Xiao Song. I've heard Master Liu mention you a few times. I heard you learn skills exceptionally quickly."
Song Qing immediately guessed who she was. With her hair in a magnolia-like style and being in the factory area, she must be the deputy factory director who had the legendary argument with Director Shen and the others.
As expected.
"Xiao Song, this is Comrade Wei Lan, the deputy director of our textile factory."
"Hello, Director Wei."
The factory manager, Ms. Wei, seemed very serious, but she stood there chatting with Song Qing in a very friendly manner. Although Master Liu didn't respond, it was clear from Ms. Wei's words that they knew each other before.
"An'an, your mom is here on business. I have a new toy, do you want it?"
Mr. Liu kept his eyes on the road ahead and noticed that An'an, who was standing behind her mother, would occasionally steal a glance at him.
He sometimes found it strange that although he was very strict with those trainees, it was also for their future benefit.
But he was always smiling and kind to the children in the family compound, so everyone was afraid of him.
Everyone who saw him reacted like a mouse to a cat, to the point that he even asked his wife when he got home if he looked too scary.
His wife said he always had a cold face, and those kids weren't stupid.
An'an is afraid of Master Liu, but she is also looking forward to the new toy he mentioned.
Master Liu would occasionally use scrap materials to weld some strange and unusual things for the children. Although they didn't dare to show how much they liked them in front of him, they all clamored for them in private.
"An An?"
An'an put her little hands behind her back and carefully took a breath.
“An’an, are you afraid of Uncle Liu? Your mother and I are right here. You can see us as soon as you turn around.”
Uncle Liu's toys are quite rare. If you don't want them, I'll take them home for my child.
Factory Director Wei teased her with a smile, and An'an lowered her head and secretly glanced at Master Liu a few times, still hesitating.
She wants a toy.
His cowardly yet eager appearance made Song Qing and Wei Lan burst into laughter.
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