70s factory beauty, transform villain cubs to become rich

Chapter 199 Preliminary Investigation
A cool breeze swept by, and Secretary Yang was somewhat dazed. Seeing that Chen Qing's figure had disappeared without a trace, he slowly walked to the notice board, intending to pull it down.

A woman from the Women's Federation came out to stop them, saying, "Secretary, we promised Group Leader Chen that we would keep it safe. Besides, the notice board is placed at the entrance of our Women's Federation, so it doesn't violate organizational discipline."

Just as Secretary Yang was about to retort, he met Director Lin's smiling eyes from inside the room, his fingertips stiffened slightly, and he smiled: "Okay, I understand."

He returned to his office clutching a heartfelt self-criticism report, finding it unusual that he was having a headache over serious work.

Factory Director Shen also saw the notice posted by Chen Qing. He said to his secretary, "When we are rectifying our work style, we need young comrades like Chen Qing who uphold principles."

He was extremely satisfied with his judgment of people.

Regardless of what kind of solution Chen Qing ultimately comes up with, at least his attitude is correct.

Director Lin came out of the Women's Federation and said with a smile, "Young people are full of energy, and leaders should encourage them. It would be best if Xiao Qing could report any difficulties to you. Director Shen, don't you think so?"

"Haha." Factory Director Shen laughed awkwardly, "Director Lin is right."

Director Lin: "Then I will relay the information to Xiaoqing truthfully."

Director Shen had a bad feeling. He pointed upstairs and said, "I have some things to take care of, so I'll go now."

Director Lin smiled gently: "Director Shen, you're busy."

"Hey."

Factory Director Shen made a hasty escape.

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After finishing up at the machinery factory, Chen Qing returned to the Housing Management Bureau and joined everyone in their busy work.

From 8 a.m. to 6 p.m., after careful inspection, everyone finally sorted out nearly a thousand documents and found that 213 households were qualified!
Chen Qing let out a sigh of relief: "Never mind, let's go home first and come back tomorrow."

Tian Mengya had never been so tired. She dragged her exhausted body home and, unsurprisingly, was scolded by her father.

"If you follow Chen Qing, what if she leads you astray?"

“She has impeccable political background, how could she possibly lead me astray!” Tian Mengya couldn’t help but retort.

Deputy Factory Director Tian slammed his enamel mug on the table: "How have I raised you? You can't even talk to me properly now! Who have your mother and I worked so hard for all these years? Isn't it all for you? Go out and look around, how many girls in the world are living as well as you? How can you still be so ungrateful?"

Tian Mengya took a deep breath, trying hard not to shed tears, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm going back to my room first."

"Don't close the door. What's there to hide? You're always keeping the door closed in your room." Deputy Factory Director Tian scolded again, "I told you to choose a son-in-law to live with you, but you haven't found one after so long. Why are you being so picky as a girl?"

Mother Tian interrupted her husband to speak up for her daughter: "We can arrange more blind dates for our sons-in-law who will live with us. We'll find someone suitable eventually. It's good for Xiaoya to spend more time with Chen Qing now. She can go out and have fun while she's young. After she gets married, she'll have to take care of her husband and raise the children."

Tian Mengya choked up.

She's doing something important!
Deputy Factory Director Tian waved his hand: "Forget it, she's too old, I can't control her."

Tian's mother smiled at her daughter and lovingly gave her ten yuan and grain and meat coupons: "You'll have to eat out more these days, right? Eat something good. Your father hasn't been doing well at work lately, so try to be more understanding of him."

"No need, I have a salary."

“Take it. You’re the deputy factory director’s daughter, you should be raised in luxury.” Mother Tian looked at her daughter with eyes full of tenderness and love.

Tian Mengya felt a sense of suffocation: "Mom, I want to sleep for a while."

"Okay, Mom will close the door for you."

She tucked her daughter's stray hairs behind her ear and gently closed the door.

Seeing her so attentive, Deputy Factory Director Tian scolded, "A doting mother spoils her son! She's so disobedient, it's all because of you! I've asked you to make tea for so many years, do you even know how to make tea? How could I have married a country bumpkin like you? It's embarrassing to take you out now!" The couple had an unequal status, and Deputy Factory Director Tian often took his anger out on his wife. Hearing her mother being scolded, Tian Mengya couldn't help but shed tears.

She resented that her mother didn't argue back.

She hated herself even more for not being able to help her mother.

When Tian Mengya lay in bed, she thought she would cry until very late before falling asleep, but during the day she was reviewing files and checking lists, and her dreams were filled with numbers of years of service.

When she woke up, she felt incredibly refreshed.

After washing up, Tian Mengya went to the Housing Management Bureau. Seeing that everyone looked energetic, she greeted Wang Meihua: "Meihua, how are you feeling today?"

Wang Meihua: "It's fine."

Tian Mengya breathed a slight sigh of relief: "That's good. I watched you from afar, not daring to look at your belly, only your head."

Wang Meihua couldn't help but laugh.

Talia sat quietly listening to their conversation without interrupting. If asked a question, she would only offer a few words.

The atmosphere among the three was slightly awkward, but it became lively again when Chen Qing arrived.

Chen Qing told everyone, "Today, we'll first calculate the points for veterans and disabled individuals. For veterans, their length of service will be calculated based on their actual years of service, and their military service can be converted into 1.2 times their length of service. The same applies to disabled individuals. Once we've compiled the top thirty, we'll visit their workplaces and residences to investigate their actual situations."

The three nodded and began to work.

Things are progressing smoothly.

After calculating the top thirty, the four divided the work among themselves.

Chen Qing and Tian Mengya went out to check the situation on site, while Talia and Wang Meihua stayed at the Housing Management Bureau to calculate the families with outstanding contributions.

When the two left, Chen Qing even took the housing management bureau staff's work ID.

Tian Mengya was very happy to go out with Chen Qing: "Where should we go first?"

“I have planned the route. I will take a bus to the farthest place first, and then walk back slowly. The main purpose is to check the actual length of service, the actual disability situation, and the family housing situation.”

Chen Qing went to the address.

The first person to contact him was the security department, and his file only contained a few lines: "Combat hero, disabled in the line of duty. His mother is ill."

After arriving at the location, the two asked around and finally came to a low mud-brick house. Several rows of green vegetables were planted in the open space in front of the door, so neat that it was pleasing to the eye.

The house looked very small, with a thin wooden door. Chen Qing gently knocked on the door.

Chen Qing looked at the man who opened the door and compared him to the photo he had submitted to the housing management bureau. Compared to the man in the photo, who was in his early thirties with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, he was now thinner, with deeper wrinkles between his brows, and his right sleeve was empty.

Xu Zhiqiang was visibly taken aback when he saw her arrive.

"Hello, Comrade Xu, I am Chen Qing, who is in charge of housing allocation at the factory." Chen Qing showed his work ID. "We would like to know about your housing needs."

Xu Zhiqiang looked at her in surprise, then at Tian Mengya, before stepping aside to make way: "Please come in, but the room is a mess."

The room was even smaller and darker than Chen Qing and Tian Mengya had imagined.

A wooden bed took up most of the space, and an elderly man with white hair lay on it, covered with a patched quilt.

Several cardboard boxes were piled up in the corner, with a makeshift stove on top.