70s factory beauty, transform villain cubs to become rich

Chapter 401 Someone is giving away a house?

Zhang Dongmei and Chen Qing arrived at the machinery factory together. She ran to the workshop first, while Chen Qing slowly went to the factory committee.

The atmosphere in the factory committee is quite tense right now. Everyone wants to make a good impression on Chen Qing, but coming up with an idea to improve the machinery factory and then implementing it is too difficult.

After much hesitation, someone finally approached Chen Qing, and the two went to a temporarily unused meeting room and chatted with the door open.

"Director Chen, take a look."

Wang Zhihong handed the property deed to Chen Qing for inspection.

He was the leader of the political study group; he was the one who had the hardest time achieving results, but he was also the most prestigious.

Because sometimes he not only needs to raise the ideological awareness of the workshop workers, but also sometimes he can teach the leaders when their ideological awareness is not high.

But even though he was powerful, his salary was not high.

Therefore, he wanted to take the position of deputy director of the factory committee.

Chen Qing clasped his hands together, looking down at the property deed on the table: "What does this mean?"

"I learned by chance that Director Chen was interested in buying a house. This house is my wife's old house. Her older brother moved away and no one lives there. After discussing it with her brother, she decided to sell the old house. I just happened to hear that you, Director Chen, are interested in the house, so I wanted to tell you this good news first."

Wang Zhihong smiled ingratiatingly.

He also kept a backup plan to prevent Chen Qingzhen from being accused of bribery because he was truly selfless.

In buying and selling, prices can be high or low.

If Chen Qing is willing to accept, then he will naturally give it to her at a price that is half-sale and half-gift; if she does not agree, then he is just saying it casually.

Chen Qing raised an eyebrow: "You're willing to sell your old house?"

"It's all for improving our lives, what's there to be reluctant about?"

Wang Zhihong's words had a double meaning.

Chen Qing: "How much?"

Wang Zhihong was delighted: "My old house occupies an area of ​​about 200 square meters. If you want it, Director Chen, I'll sell it to you for 500 yuan."

A 200-square-meter old house, if sold on the market, would cost at least 1,500 yuan or more.

This isn't even a question of whether the price is high or low.

The problem is that houses are now available at prices but have no market.

Chen Qing picked up the property deed and glanced at it; the house's location was indeed excellent.

This is Guangzhou.

Five hundred yuan can buy a small courtyard house of two hundred square meters.

They made a killing!

Chen Qingzhen believes that for leaders, doing the work is one test, and resisting temptation is another.

A house worth tens of millions in the future is right in front of you.

She really couldn't remain indifferent.

If she were less famous, she would have taken the house without a second thought. Unfortunately, too many people were watching her.

"Team Leader Wang, do you know what? This is the third property deed I've ever seen."

Wang Zhihong's smile suddenly froze.

Chen Qing sighed slightly and placed the property deed on the table: "You often do ideological education, so you should understand that in our country, it is very difficult to completely control money, power, and fame."

"Yes……"

"Keep the property deed for now. No matter what, don't underestimate yourself. I've always believed in your level of education and character. Don't look down on your position; learn to leverage your strengths."

Chen Qing offered a suggestion.

Wang Zhihong lowered his head in shame: "I've always followed the rules, I really don't know how else to innovate."

Chen Qing: "Innovation is not necessary; doing what you already do well is also good."

Wang Zhihong could sense that Chen Qing was pointing him in the right direction, but his mind was a complete mess!

Can the director speak more directly?

He really begged.

Ignoring Team Leader Wang's deep resentment, Chen Qing got up and left.

She first went to the workshop to check if everyone was hot.

The workshop in the machine factory is very large. Even if it's not very cool, at least the number of people suffering from heatstroke drops sharply, and they won't have any major health problems.

For workers who work outdoors, herbal tea and mung bean soup are provided every two hours, and they take a ten-minute break after working for two hours.

This is an exclusive benefit for outdoor users.

This has caused a stir. People are accusing Chen Qing of favoritism.

They said that because she used to work in a steelmaking workshop, she always thinks about the steelmaking workshop when there are benefits to be had!

Upon hearing this, Chen Qing immediately transferred the seven troublemakers to the steelmaking workshop.

At this point, no one raised any further objections.

The machinery factory is about to build a new workshop.

Workers are building the factory in 37-degree weather.

Chen Qing glanced at it as he passed by.

He Yuan had mentioned to her that he seemed to be planning to build a CNC workshop.

"Chen Qing!"

Yang Xiujin, with dark circles under his eyes, shouted fiercely.

Chen Qing glanced at him indifferently: "Comrade, please respect your superiors."

Yang Xiujin felt that Chen Qing was humiliating him. His face flushed red, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Director Chen!"

"Is something the matter?" Chen Qing asked.

"What are your intentions in instigating women to rebel against their families!"

Yang Xiujin has been having a very unhappy time lately.

Because Su Manman is sometimes normal and sometimes abnormal.

This period has been very abnormal.

After watching the eight major performances by the Women's Federation, I went even crazier.

When he got home, he kept insisting on managing the money. If he didn't let her manage it, Su Manman threatened him that she would die in front of the Women's Federation and make him lose his job.

He was so angry that he slapped Su Manman.

As a result, his neighbors all started cursing him.

Men strive to be good men.

Women are fighting for women's rights.

We can't fight them.

She couldn't understand the insults directed at Su Manman.

Yang Xiujin was furious, so he decided to settle for second best and agreed to give Su Manman ten yuan.

After all, Su Manman spends money extravagantly.

She spends all her money on cosmetics.

But what money does a mother need?

Shouldn't all her money go to her family?
Su Manman was still not satisfied and wanted to take all of her wages.

Yang Xiujin wasn't short of money, but seeing Su Manman's unrestrained spending made him so angry he wanted to kill her!
And the trigger for all of this was Chen Qing!

Chen Qing: "If you are not satisfied with what I have done, you can report me. Go ahead."

Yang Xiujin clenched his fists.

Does that mean he never reported it?!

Someone called from afar, "Director, Secretary Deng wants you to come over."

"coming."

Chen Qing was called to the factory gate.

Because people from a sister unit in the province were coming to visit the workshop today, she had to accompany Secretary Deng and Hu Tieshan to lead them on a tour of the workshop and, incidentally, explain the importance of workshop safety.

Yang Xiujin was left behind.

Suddenly, I felt a sense of powerlessness, as if I couldn't catch up with her.

As if possessed, he followed Chen Qing's steps, wanting to see what Chen Qing was up to.

Soon, he saw Chen Qing entertaining a group of leaders.

Yang Xiujin couldn't help but think that since this group of people thought Chen Qing was pretty, they would definitely ask her out to dinner. After she socialized with them, who knows what she would end up doing.

The twisted pleasure had just begun to rise when it collided with her gaze that she had inadvertently swept over him.

Her gaze was calm, yet possessed an extremely penetrating power, sweeping across the room lightly, as if pausing for even a moment would be superfluous.

(End of this chapter)