Surprise! The rough husband is the hidden boss of the period literature

Chapter 363 Ambition
This brochure was prepared for the "South Asia Trade Fair" and it's very well made.

Zhang Changqing was immediately drawn to the lush green mountains and clear waters, and the idyllic mountain village on the cover. The colorful images and camera shots created a scene that resembled a misty fairyland, yet also possessed a unique human touch.

This era couldn't have the kind of advanced technology that we have in later generations. All the product drawings were photographs of actual objects. Furniture sets were arranged according to the same series and not photographed in the same space, but the layout still looked like a whole.

Magpies perching on branches, dragons and phoenixes bringing good fortune, double happiness and wealth...

The Chinese-style furniture incorporates elements that Zhang Changqing doesn't understand, yet it is exceptionally harmonious and impeccable in terms of both aesthetics and practicality.

Furniture is also divided according to function, mainly into two major functional modules: home and office.

Seeing the complete set of white office furniture, Zhang Changqing couldn't help but think that his office furniture should be like this, which shows its appeal to people.

As for machinery, there are different specifications for threshing machines alone, and there are even small household threshing machines.

Although Zhang Changqing didn't know who would buy such a small threshing machine, just looking at the screen, he felt that if he had the money, he would definitely buy it.

The bright orange paint looks shiny and eye-catching.

Needless to say, textile machines and sewing machines, despite being large industrial machines, are made with great aesthetics, or rather, a sense of sophistication. They easily transport you to a brightly lit factory with sunlight streaming in through the windows, the paint on the floor reflecting the light, and the factory floor spotless.

Zhang Changqing had visited many factories, and the factories he remembered were drab and dark, with dim lighting in the workshops, black machine oil, and workers wearing greasy work clothes. None of them had clean faces, nor any face that would make one feel happy.

Zhang Changqing tasted a flavor of innovation.

He closed the brochure. "I'll try to get it for you, but whether I can get it is another matter. But you just said that if you can get a booth, you can get three million in foreign exchange, is that in US dollars?"

“Yes, it’s US dollars! It’s definitely not Chinese yuan.” Jiang Xingye also learned from Xu Qinghuan that US dollars and Chinese yuan are not equivalent.

Zhang Changqing nodded. "It seems you've put in a lot of effort."

You Yuxiang listened for a while, then left since it was none of his business.

Jiang Xingye came out and glanced at the spot where You Yuxiang had just stood.

In the evening, he returned to Shangjiang Brigade, where Xu Qinghuan had already prepared dinner and was waiting for him to come back and eat.

After Qiao Xinyu and Yu Xiaomin got married, they started cooking for themselves. Zheng Siqi was always away on business and couldn't eat with them anymore. Dai Yifeng was alone, and sometimes he was too busy to eat, so he would go around asking for food. Of course, he didn't freeload.

He ate at Qiao Xinyu's place today.

Xu Qinghuan and Jiang Xingye ate alone.

There was water in the washbasin, and Jiang Xingye washed his face. The food was already on the table: a soup made with pork belly and lettuce, with vermicelli added. Xu Qinghuan took out a plate of twice-cooked pork with dried tofu and a plate of large white clams from her space, along with a bowl of rice and a basket of steamed buns.

Jiang Xingye ate his steamed bun with gusto, habitually picking out the lean meat from the dish for Xu Qinghuan. However, when he picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks, it was full of bones. He paused, put the fish in his own bowl, picked out all the bones, and hesitated before putting it in Xu Qinghuan's bowl.

She picked at her rice, eating slowly and deliberately, with a refined and elegant manner.

She never seemed to mind his reckless and uncouth eating habits.

Jiang Xingye still remembers that when he was a child, his mother always complained about his father, saying that his father ate like he was fighting with a dog, but his father always saved the best food for him and his mother.

At first, he was afraid that Xu Qinghuan would also dislike him, so he was very particular about meals. But as time went on, he gradually revealed his true nature, eating like he was fighting for food. Jiang Xingye didn't know what was wrong with him, but he used his chopsticks to pick up some fish and handed it to Xu Qinghuan. She opened her mouth and ate it, and the chopsticks slid across her lips.

She squinted her beautiful doe eyes, eating with great satisfaction, and placed her bowl in front of him. "Would you like some rice?"

Jiang Xingye opened his mouth wide. Xu Qinghuan was slightly stunned, but she still used her chopsticks to pick out a bite for him. When he put it in his mouth, he bit her chopsticks with his teeth, wanting to see her reaction.

Xu Qinghuan used her own chopsticks.

She tried to pull it out but couldn't. She glared at him. Jiang Xingye loosened his teeth and chewed slowly, taking in her expression.

She took a bite herself and asked, "Want some more?"

"I'm not eating anymore!" he said, satisfied.

"The medicinal herbs you planted on that plot of land in the mountains should be ready to harvest by now, right? I went to check on them a few days ago, and they've produced those little fruits you mentioned, which have already turned purple. Would you like to go in and take a look?"

"Hmm, let's go take a look." She also wanted to know what other strange things might be in these mountains. "It's worth going to check it out."

"This year, we're planting rice in the mountains. We'll save all the harvested grain for you to eat." Jiang Xingye carefully picked out the bones from the fish for her, then fed it to her. She ate a bite of fish and a bite of rice.

In the end, only the head and tail of the fish remained on the plate, but the rice in her bowl didn't decrease much.

Jiang Xingye was somewhat helpless. He picked up the bowl, mixed some fish soup with rice, and tried to feed her, but Xu Qinghuan shook her head, "I don't want to eat anymore, I'm full!"

She rubbed her stomach, and Jiang Xingye's eyes welled up with tears.

After dinner, Jiang Xingye washed the dishes. He never allowed Xu Qinghuan to do such rough work. Even when it came to cooking, he would try his best to come back and do it, no matter how busy he was. But today he came back quite late.

The fire in the stove was extinguished, and a pot of water was simmering in the stove, but it was all just for show; Xu Qinghuan basically didn't use the boiled water to take a bath.

Every time Jiang Xingye was with her, they would take a bath in the space. Recently, he had been so busy that he barely had time to spare.

Building the factory is the biggest expense. After it's built, we'll have to move the factory. If Jiang Baohua is transferred, who will be the production team leader? We've always been short of a secretary. It would be best to keep it the same as before and choose someone from the Jiang or Dong families.

We definitely need to avoid parachuting in someone from outside. Their production momentum is very good right now, and the production brigade certainly doesn't want outsiders to come in and take a share of the profits.

That's great, but we also have to be careful.

The two hadn't spent time together intimately in a long time.

Jiang Xingye was the kind of person who couldn't stand being hungry. After entering the space, he walked along the path, and the ground was covered with their clothes. When he reached the edge of the bath, the two of them had very few clothes left.

Jiang Xingye didn't hide his impatience. Xu Qinghuan's legs couldn't take it anymore, and she felt like her bones were breaking. Jiang Xingye was still not satisfied and took her hand.

Finally, Xu Qinghuan's teeth gently tapped against it, her legs went weak, and she collapsed into the bathtub.

Jiang Xingye knelt down and embraced her.

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