70s factory beauty, transform villain cubs to become rich

Chapter 247 Deputy Director Chen
Yang Xiujin strongly suspected that the factory committee was acting strangely.

How can they all be so shameless?

"Director Liu, if you come again, you'll take all my notebooks."

"You have no idea how pitifully she cried..."

"Then go ahead and insult her!"

Yang Xiujin went berserk.

Director Liu smiled mysteriously: "I heard that you are my girlfriend. They say you have to consider the owner before you beat the dog. I respect you."

"We're not dating!"

Yang Xiujin had a headache.

Director Liu didn't care about the consequences; he just took what he could get.

This point, that point.

This could barely be considered a perk of his position as director of the factory committee.

With so much hair lost, there has to be something else to make up for it!
He believed that, given Chen Qing's character, she would carry forward the fine traditions of the factory committee to the fullest extent.

As the weather grew colder, Director Liu took his things outside, feeling the cold wind howling into his body. A light rain started to fall, making it even colder. He hunched his shoulders, tucked his hands in, and shivered as he returned to the factory committee office. He closed all the doors and windows in his office, as it was warmer inside.

Winter seems to have a magical power that makes people do things a little slower.

Chen Qing, however, was teaching with full force.

The trainees knew she would be returning to the machine factory next month, so they all studied with great enthusiasm.

During their efforts, nothing prevented them from having other thoughts.

There are four sewing machines in the class. Although they look old, they work very smoothly.

Chen Qing already owned a sewing machine.

Since she doesn't need it, it's only right for the master to give her the sewing machine.

Several people, as if by prior arrangement, brought things from their homes to curry favor with Chen Qing.

Despite Chen Qing's repeated rejections, they persisted and, after class began, said directly, "Let's pause the class for now. Okay, let's call on the students who keep giving gifts. Anyone whose name I call, raise your hand."

She called out seven names in a row.

The seven men blushed.

Chen Qing said, "Perhaps you have family members instigating you, or perhaps you have ulterior motives, thinking that you can get the sewing machine by currying favor with me, but I'm telling you, it's impossible."

The seven men looked ashen-faced.

Rice rises and rice grudges fight rice and hatred.

It has existed since ancient times.

Chen Qing wasn't particularly moved, but seeing their desperate struggle, he scoffed, "I teach you technique, you learn greed. How interesting."

The seven men's faces were burning with irritation.

He stammered, unsure how to explain.

Some people were afraid that Chen Qing would dislike them and wouldn't be willing to teach them how to make clothes, so they burst into tears on the spot.

Chen Qing's eyes remained indifferent: "Let's begin class."

The course continued, but it was terrifying to listen to.

The whole class already had a natural fear of Chen Qing, and since Chen Qing wouldn't smile at them after class started, they were even more afraid.

If it weren't for their strong desire for the sewing machine worth over a hundred yuan, they wouldn't dare to associate with Chen Qing in private.

Now I dare not even breathe loudly.

Wang Pandi was filled with unbearable regret. She had never been praised before, but when Chen Qing was stitching a straight line, he praised her. She dreamed about it happily that day.

However, her family knew that Chen Qing needed to return to the machinery factory and stop organizing mutual groups, so they came up with the idea of ​​getting the sewing machine by having her curry favor with Chen Qing.

She was moved.

If we had a sewing machine, and with Chen Qing's skills, we could definitely make a lot of money in the future.

But in reality, Chen Qing pointed it out directly, and she wasn't angry or disappointed; she just smiled mockingly.

Wang Pandi felt a pain in her face.

I feel like a backward person.

A bad disciple who will never be favored by his master again.

My whole life has been more like a donkey pulling a millstone, going around and around, doing nothing of substance.

How could she be so stupid?
Wang Pandi felt an unbearable pain in her heart, blaming herself for being too greedy. Her master had already given her a higher status in the family, yet she still wanted to empty her master's possessions. Chen Qing continued her work according to the original teaching plan.

Chen Qing had already adopted the right attitude when she started teaching.

She is a teacher.

Not my master.

That way, we won't need to worry about their important life events.

As long as she does what she's supposed to do and has a clear conscience, that's enough.

It felt like doing a charity event.

After a whole afternoon of classes, Chen Qing's throat was dry, so he drank tons of water when he got home.

He then took out his notebook to record the students' learning progress.

She studied fashion design systematically, and then picked and chose from her experience to teach them how to quickly learn sewing.

Following her step-by-step teaching method, a month is enough to learn how to make what she teaches.

As for the four sewing machines.

They naturally belong to a certain place.

As her teaching continued to improve, New Year's Day arrived.

Not to mention the whole of China, but the people in this region don't care about New Year's Day at all, they don't even get extra meals.

Three days before Chen Qing was supposed to start working at the machinery factory, he went there on New Year's Day.

The security personnel, seeing the long-absent figure, brightened up and blurted out, "Chen!"

What was I supposed to shout again?

Team Leader Chen, Comrade Chen, Deputy Director Chen?
His mind went blank.

Chen Qing smiled and said, "Comrade Chen is fine."

"Comrade Chen, what brings you here?"

"I have something to do at the factory."

"Oh, come in then."

The security department let her in, and Chen Qing went straight to Secretary Yang's office.

Secretary Yang was startled by her arrival: "Deputy Director Chen, what brings you here?"

"Let's catch up."

Chen Qing smiled.

She was very nice.

Secretary Yang became wary: "That's great, I'll pour you some tea."

"There's no reason for an elderly person to pour tea for a young person. I'll do it myself."

Chen Qing picked and chose among the tea leaves he had laid out, and then picked up the most expensive one to start brewing tea.

She acted as if this were her office.

Secretary Yang endured it.

After brewing the tea, Chen Qing held the teacup and leaned back. "Secretary Yang, I heard you're still in charge of the steelmaking workshop, right?"

"I will give it to you when you come back."

Chen Qing was not in the steelmaking workshop.

It meant nothing to him.

Chen Qing: "But you are still a leader. I have something to discuss with you."

"Tell me."

"The clothes of the workers in the scrap metal department of the steelmaking workshop wear out very quickly. After our mutual aid group donated ten sets of clothes to the soldiers on the frontier, we plan to repair the clothes of our comrades in the scrap metal department for free before graduation, so as to make the most of our value. What do you think?"

Secretary Yang looked at her.

Her gaze was calm and ordinary.

I can't tell what he's thinking.

But her role in a mutual aid group alone established her position at two major companies.

The donated clothes were chosen from the same regiment her brother-in-law had served in, further solidifying everyone's impression of him and making it easier for He Yuxiang to receive preferential treatment if he wanted to join the army.

Even in her final days, she pushed the value of the sewing mutual aid group to the limit, giving those who had followed her a final celebration.