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

Chapter 400 At this moment, he can't resist teasing.

Jiang Xingye ultimately did not back down.

He is now slowly revealing the strong personality that he has always suppressed. After becoming a father-to-be, his behavior has changed significantly compared to before.

“Everyone has their difficulties. Shangjiang Brigade also has its difficulties. This factory doesn’t belong to any one person. Your prices are so much higher than those of Anguang County Textile Factory. We won’t be able to explain this to the production team unless you have other bargaining chips.”

"Your clothes aren't cheap either. I heard that some outfits now sell for as much as $150 a piece, which adds up to about a thousand dollars. How much does the fabric cost? A foot of floral fabric costs a few cents. Even if you make a dress, it's only a few dollars."
"We're all Chinese, why are you using the same business tactics you use with foreigners to talk to us? It's really hurtful," Chen Hongtao said.

Jiang Xingye's tone was somewhat sharp, "This is not my family's personal business. If Manager Chen wants to talk about personal feelings, he should come to my home to discuss this. This is the brigade headquarters."

He turned to Lu Cong'an and said, "Director Lu, if you have nothing to do, you can come and see our brigade's factory. Then you'll understand our difficulties."

By September, the autumn harvest in the production team was nearing its end. There were still some dried corn left, and the old, weak, sick, and disabled members of the production team were threshing it, taking their time as if it were a game.

Jiang Xingye took a detour and escorted Xu Qinghuan to her doorstep, telling her to go inside and instructing Qingxiao to take good care of her.

He led his men back and headed towards the factory.

Poor Qiao Xinyu, with her six-month pregnant belly, followed along.

Xu Qinghuan told her to go inside and rest, and handed the work over to Jiang Xingye, but she still refused to do it.

The brigade headquarters built three rows of brand-new factory buildings, with concrete structures, but the foundations were very deep, making them much sturdier than ordinary factory buildings.

This is also Xu Qinghuan's experience in later generations. Back then, one of the Xu Group's suppliers was in Northeast China. One year, a blizzard collapsed the factory, causing severe damage. Not only could they not supply goods, but they also needed the Xu Group's support.

She was very impressed.

So when building the factory, she asked Jiang Xingye to make it a concrete structure.

The factory building is tall, spacious and bright. The floor has been polished and painted. The green floor is spotless and reflects the light.

Packaging boxes, raw materials, tools, etc. are all managed in a fixed location. The daily production tasks are displayed on the display board, which has helped the production team's literacy work to progress.

Chen Hongtao's eyes widened in disbelief. He hadn't expected that a village-run factory could grow to such a scale, looking much more upscale than their textile factory in Shanghai.

In fact, its output value is not much higher than that of a textile factory.

Selling a piece of clothing for a thousand yuan is simply unheard of.

Lu Cong'an was also greatly impressed. He asked Jiang Xingye questions as they walked, and some of the management experiences were very new to him. "What does fixed-position management mean?"

"It's not about simply placing certain items in a fixed location. Rather, it's about scientifically planning based on production needs, such as efficiency and quality, determining where these items should and shouldn't be placed, and training and educating workers," Jiang Xingye explained based on his own experience.

He has become very good at Chinese now, and he writes many reports to higher authorities very well.

Of course, Xu Qinghuan would also give him pointers based on her own experience. He learned very quickly and was able to apply what he learned to other situations.

"How do you conduct your training?" Lu Cong'an asked boldly, seeing that Jiang Xingye had no intention of keeping anything to himself.

The two had a very pleasant conversation.

After visiting the three factories, Lu Cong'an dared not regard Jiang Xingye as the director of a village-run factory. In the entire city of Shanghai, even the largest machinery factory could not compare to the scale and advanced management of this village-run factory.

"Director Jiang, is there absolutely no room for negotiation on this deal?" Lu Cong'an knew that with the current management model of the Shangjiang Brigade factory, they certainly wouldn't just bring in any supplier, especially one with the same quality but a higher price.

The Shanghai Textile Factory was also a state-owned enterprise; they couldn't just sell goods at low prices arbitrarily. This matter could only be resolved through intervention from higher authorities.

Jiang Xingye returned after seeing the person off.

Xu Qinghuan is almost three months pregnant now, and you can vaguely see a little bump. She herself is fine; her pregnancy symptoms are not as strong now, and she is more relaxed than before. But Jiang Xingye is not; he is very nervous.

When Xu Qinghuan walks, he wishes he could stretch out his arms to protect her at all times, for fear that she might have a mishap.

"James is gone?"

"Yeah, they took some goods with them. I just heard from Lao Zheng that he asked if the Four Sisters Garment Factory sells its goods domestically. He's probably trying to steal their goods from our distribution channels!"

Xu Qinghuan admired this person quite a bit; he was really smart.

Jiang Xingye placed his hand on Xu Qinghuan's lower abdomen, "Was she good today?"

"Good girl!" Xu Qinghuan leaned against him and took a deep breath against his neck. "Her father told her to be good, how could she not be good?"

Jiang Xingye wanted a daughter, and he had always hoped that Xu Qinghuan's baby would be a daughter, and he considered the child in her womb as his daughter.

Jiang Xingye smelled very good, and when Xu Qinghuan felt nauseous during her pregnancy, she would grab him and smell him.

"Feeling like throwing up again?" Jiang Xingye felt extremely sorry for her and held her on his lap. "The raspberries in the mountains are ripe. I'll go to the mountains and pick some for you to eat."

Xu Qinghuan leaned on his shoulder, "Jingmo and Dadan picked a lot yesterday. I've already eaten some, and I don't want to eat any more."

"Is there any other way to stop you from vomiting?" Jiang Xingye asked. "Shall I ask Elder Ren to come and take a look?"

"There's nothing to see, it's just like this. This is considered mild, so don't be nervous." Xu Qinghuan kissed the corner of his lips. "Shao Lizhong should be sending people from Yancheng soon. It's time to harvest the Jiangzhu Star; we can get a good price this year."

"Don't worry about any of this. What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you!" Jiang Xingye returned her kiss, and the two of them cuddled together for a while.

Since discovering he was pregnant, Jiang Xingye has not dared to act recklessly and has been holding back until now.

Xu Qinghuan offered to help him, but he refused. He didn't know if he was afraid that Xu Qinghuan's hand would get tired or if he felt that it wasn't real enjoyment if he was the only one having fun. In any case, he kept enduring it.

At this moment, she can't resist being teased.

Firewood that has been drying in the sun all summer can be ignited by the slightest spark.

Xu Qinghuan sensed his unusual behavior and let go. Jiang Xingye held the back of her head to prevent her from escaping, kissing her rather fiercely. Finally, he was panting heavily, his eyes turning dark and deep, his predatory intent quite obvious.

He suppressed the impulse.

The sound of flushing water came from outside. Xu Qinghuan saw him taking a cold shower by the well through the window.

When I came in, I was soaked from head to toe, and the wet clothes clung to my body, but that particular spot didn't go down.

Xu Qinghuan glanced at it, her heart raced, and she felt a surge of heat.

She turned her head and saw Jiang Xingye with his back to her, having taken off all his clothes and was wiping himself with a towel. His broad shoulders stretched out like the Phoenix Mountain range, and a narrow waist meandered downwards like a hook, hooking her heart.

Xu Qinghuan swallowed hard.

The third watch, the first watch!
A large portion of the last chapter was cut yesterday.