They spent the whole morning in this meeting, and their notebooks were filled with more and more notes.
Seeing that everyone's morale was a bit low, Director Shen quickly offered words of comfort.
"This is already pretty good. At least we know where the problem is and we can solve it. When we opened the daily necessities factory, we really didn't know anything. We were also reckless back then, and we just started doing things without saying anything."
Later, that machine broke down every few days. Director Zhang and I carried wrenches around every day, and we painstakingly figured out how to use it.
Director Zhang recalled the old days with some emotion, "Back then, we didn't figure things out at all; we just damaged them by dismantling them, and then we had to call workers from the city to come and fix them for us."
Zhang Weihong also laughed. She was also a veteran of the factory and still remembered those days.
At that time, the military region said it wanted to set up its own factory, but not many people supported it. Nobody thought they could actually set up a factory on their own. Instead of wasting time on this, they thought it would be better to ask the government to give the military region more factory worker positions.
Then Director Shen led everyone step by step, choosing an old warehouse from the military region, and slowly growing from a dozen people to the current two thousand people.
Although the factory wages weren't as high as those in the city, they were still a decent income for the military spouses working there.
"Back then, we learned step by step from small to large. This time, although we're starting with bigger steps, it's okay. As long as we're well-prepared and ask others for advice, we'll definitely be able to get this factory up and running."
After hearing about the history of Director Shen and the others, Song Qing and the other young people gained more confidence.
"No matter what, as long as we work hard and pull out the obstacles one by one, we will eventually get through them all."
After a meeting that lasted several hours, Director Zhang and Factory Manager Shen remained in the office, while the others left one by one.
What's particularly interesting is that these people all live in the old district. Zhang Weihong is a bit older, almost 40, and everyone calls her Sister Hong.
Xu Ting and Wu Xiu are both in their late twenties, and they've only been here a few years.
"I was a little worried when I first heard about you two, since you're so young. I didn't expect you to have such a plan and ideas, which is great."
After praising the person, Zhang Weihong went to the family factory, where she had things to do.
Song Qing and Zhao Qin smiled somewhat embarrassedly; they knew nothing about this stuff and were complete novices.
"Don't be modest. None of us know anything about the things you're talking about today."
Xu Ting was originally the head of a workshop in the family factory. She was a little surprised when she received the factory director's order to take charge of the preparation of the new factory. However, she was actually a little confused when she heard that there were two new people in the factory.
These two are so young, how could the factory manager entrust them with such an important task?
"I was afraid of embarrassing myself in front of you, so I stayed up all night reading the book that Director Zhang gave me." Song Qing didn't dare to take credit at all; she only knew about some of the production machines in the book, and nothing else.
"Me too. I had heard some things about the factory from my family before. I should have been more careful if I had known."
Wu Xiu and Xu Ting both laughed. They were both young key employees in the family-run factory, and they actually had some complaints about the two women. But even without commenting on their abilities, they were at least comfortable to be around.
Humble and not arrogant.
"It's almost noon. My kids are probably starving outside. I need to go back and cook for them."
"Didn't you go to the aftercare class?" Xu Ting was a little surprised. She had sent her child to the aftercare class early this morning, where lunch was provided.
"My second child isn't feeling well today and doesn't want to go, but the others are going with him." Anyway, the kids won't get lost in the compound, so it's okay if they don't go.
After Wu Xiu left, Xu Ting looked at the two of them and said, "How old are your children? If you can't take care of them all the time, you can send them to the early childhood education class. There are teachers there to look after them."
The teachers and cooks in the childcare center are all military spouses. The environment is good for the children, and military spouses who have jobs will send their children there.
“My child is not even 4 years old yet. I originally planned to send her there in July. I will go back and discuss it with her father, and we will send her there in a few days.”
After getting busy with the textile factory, Song Qing no longer had time to take care of An'an.
"My two children are both 5 years old, let's wait a while longer." Zhao Qin's family has twins, a boy and a girl. Her family is well-off, and both children are chubby and very lovable.
She was actually a little reluctant to send her child to the after-school program, but the factory work was pressing, and she had no family members to help take care of the child now that she was with the military.
Soon Xu Ting left as well, leaving only Zhao Qin and Song Qing on the road.
The two were walking along the path between the houses, chatting about things related to the factory, when suddenly several children appeared in front of them, holding small wooden sticks and standing proudly.
"Who are you? Do you have a code? If the code doesn't match, you're not allowed to pass."
Zhao Qin was speechless. The one who spoke was her son. She didn't know how he had managed to smear paint all over his face, making him look like a dirty little cat.
An'an was originally holding a wooden stick. When she saw her mother, she wanted to go and call her, but when she thought of her mission, she kept a straight face.
"Are you Japanese? Quickly give me the code."
None of the children wanted to be Japanese devils, so they had to sacrifice their mother to become the villain.
After playing with them for a while, Song Qing carried An'an back home. The clothes had only been changed a few days ago, and now they were already yellowish.
“Your dad doesn’t have an easy time washing clothes, and you still get them so dirty.”
An'an dropped the stick and let her mother wipe her face.
"Mom, we're going to fight the bad guys."
"An'an, would you like to go to the preschool class?" Song Qing thought that she would be sending her there soon, so she wanted to discuss it with her first.
"If you go to the preschool class, there are many children there who will play games with you, and there are teachers watching over you."
An'an blinked her big eyes. "Mommy, if I don't want to go, will you stop me from going?"
Song Qing hesitated and shook her head.
"Then why are you asking me?"
She's not stupid. If an adult wants her opinion, they'll just ask her if she wants it or not, without adding a question about the benefits.
Song Qing chuckled and tugged at her little braid. Kids really are harder to fool now that they're all grown up.
"Mom, can I pick flowers?"
She picked up most of the clean flower petals in the yard, and they had turned yellow after being placed in the tin box.
"If we pick the flowers, we'll have to eat fewer apples in the future."
Seeing that she insisted, Song Qing simply picked a small branch and stuck it in her braid.
She loved it so much that she immediately wanted to go out and show it off to her friends.
"Then come back early, it'll be lunchtime soon."
"I understand, Mom." In just a couple of sentences, she had already run outside.
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