70s factory beauty, transform villain cubs to become rich

Chapter 464 Chen Qing is interviewed again

Pregnancy couldn't bring her three people to dance. Chen Qing sadly went back to her room to work after dinner.

She works in the fashion industry, and for some inexplicable reason, she started looking at architectural design.

According to the latest news, the new factory will be built near the Third Garment Factory.

Because the Third Garment Factory has a long history, if we trace its origins back to the Qing Dynasty, it was a private garment factory owned by a foreign merchant. It originally occupied a large area, but later the Third Garment Factory did not perform well and was gradually reduced in size. It was only last year that it slightly expanded its workforce.

With the new garment factory located there, the city's transport teams will be able to load goods more efficiently.

Chen Qing rested his index finger on his temple, staring blankly at the map, feeling utterly exhausted.

Professional matters should be left to professionals.

Chen Qing decided to give up on arranging the work flow of the garment factory. These administrative approvals and planning assignments were not part of her job. She just wanted to see how to arrange things more conveniently.

But let's leave the specifics to the Provincial Construction Commission.

Thinking of the Provincial Construction Committee, Chen Qing was afraid that they would drag their feet and procrastinate, because she had experienced firsthand how slow the construction process was when she was working at the machinery factory.

In fact, even a small garment factory could mobilize its employees or migrant workers, but a project worth millions is beyond her control.

Chen Qing put the map away and decided to go to Tian Mengya's house.

"Where are you going?"

He Yuxiang asked nervously.

After dinner, his uncle told him about his aunt's precautions, and now he wants to keep a close eye on his aunt.

Chen Qing: "Let's take a look around."

She went to the door and moved the bicycle from the house outside.

He Yuxiang hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Why are you riding a bicycle while you're out and about? Isn't that very dangerous?"

Chen Qing kicked off with both feet.

Leave.

He Yuxiang has dead fish eyes.

He knew that his aunt didn't care what he said at all.

Xiao Yu rode her tricycle up to her brother and circled around him: "Brother, don't be nervous. Auntie is an adult. She will definitely protect herself and your sister."

"You always talk about your sister, what if she has a brother?"

"A younger brother is fine. My sister sleeps with me, and my younger brother sleeps with you. You can pray for your brother, but I'll pray for my sister."

Xiao Yu is riding her little tricycle out the door.

My uncle had already given the blueprints for the tricycle to the bicycle factory, but no one made it, so her tricycle was unique among the children.

Xiaoyu loves her little tricycle so much that she wanders around like a street urchin whenever she has free time.

When the short-legged tiger saw her coming, he called her over: "Xiao Yu, I'll give you something delicious to eat."

"what?"

Xiao Yu rode up on her tricycle.

The short-legged tiger placed his hands in front of her, then opened them, revealing empty palms: "Hahahaha, I was just kidding."

Xiaoyu smiled and said, "It's okay, I forgive you. My uncle was going to make super delicious red bean paste fried dough sticks tomorrow, and I was going to share them with you, but I'll pass now."

"what……"

The short-legged tiger was disappointed.

The red bean paste fried dough sticks were fragrant and sweet. He had only eaten a small piece that Xiaoyu had given him, and he couldn't forget it after that.

Now I finally had a chance to eat red bean paste fried dough sticks, but he ruined them all.

The short-legged tiger quickly said, "I'll go find you something to eat. How about you give me red bean paste fried dough sticks tomorrow?"

Xiao Yu smiled innocently: "I was just kidding." Dwarf Tiger was stunned.

Xiaoyu turned around and went to find other children to play with.

Meanwhile, He Yuxiang, at home, rested his chin on his hand, looking at his uncle's handwritten notes.

First: Pregnant women should not do housework, let alone lift heavy objects.

His aunt doesn't do any housework anyway.

Second: Pregnant women are prone to irritability, so you should be more understanding of them.

What a coincidence, his aunt usually has a rather mild temper.
Third: Pregnant women should rest more and eat small, frequent meals.

His aunt perfectly embodies the principle of eating small, frequent meals and getting plenty of rest, except for a period of time when she didn't quite follow it.

Even now, during this crucial period of the Canton Fair, she still maintains a sleep schedule of more than nine hours a day.

My uncle seems to have written a lot of precautions, but in reality, there are very few things that need to be done.

He Yuxiang was confused.

So what should he do?
After thinking for a while, He Yuxiang silently prayed in his heart: He hoped that his aunt would give birth to a younger brother so that the younger brother could sleep with him!

Aside from praying, He Yuxiang felt that nothing had changed in his life.

In the following days, He Yuxiang watched as his aunt continued to be busy at the Canton Fair, and his uncle did not act as if he was always careful around his aunt. Life went on as usual.

He Yuxiang simply gave up. He couldn't control his aunt anyway. He would take good care of his younger brother after he was born.

Chen Qingcai was only a little over a month pregnant, but she didn't feel it at all and simply went about her business as usual.

As the Canton Fair drew to a close, a television reporter once again approached Chen Qing as scheduled.

"Comrade Chen Qing, you have now earned a total of 2.11 million in foreign exchange. May we invite you to do another interview?"

"can."

Chen Qing smiled.

Reporters and cameramen began setting up, and many people came to watch the spectacle after hearing that Chen Qing was being interviewed.

Xi Gaomin was also present at this important occasion.

The lights finally focused on her.

In that instant, it was as if all the light had been absorbed by her, and then released out again with double the warmth.

Her face was still exquisite, but upon closer inspection, the sharp brilliance between her brows was tinged with an almost imperceptible soft glow.

Her skin was delicate, radiating a healthy, inner glow, and possessing the fullness of life itself.

In the flow of her eyes, there was less sharpness and more calm and profound warmth, so gentle that one could drown in it.

Everyone unanimously agreed: She is truly beautiful.

The reporter was captivated by Chen Qing for two seconds before adopting a professional demeanor, saying, "It's a pleasure to see Comrade Chen Qing again, and congratulations on your outstanding achievements this year."

Chen Qing smiled and thanked him.

The reporter then asked, "Comrade Chen Qing has achieved an outstanding foreign exchange record of 2.11 million this year. What are your thoughts on this?"

Chen Qing: "I am very honored that my design inspiration for sportswear comes from ordinary people like us. I have always believed that good-looking and comfortable clothing is suitable for men, women, young and old. So I designed sportswear. At the same time, I am also very fortunate to have caught up with international trends."

Reporter: "Compared to last year, your foreign exchange earnings have doubled. What are your prospects for next year?"

Chen Qing: "Of course we have a vision. As we said last year, we want Chinese clothing to have a place in the world. Of course, that is the ultimate goal. But for now, I think we still need to be down-to-earth and do our current work well."

The two reporters exchanged a glance and then raised the key question: "Last year, Comrade Chen helped the Third Garment Factory earn foreign exchange. This time, the Third Garment Factory achieved a result of 730,000, while you achieved a result of 211. What are your thoughts on this?"

Chen Qinghong smiled, her gaze casually sweeping over Factory Director Xi before meeting the camera's view: "Whether it's sportswear or all the clothes sold by the Third Garment Factory, they all come from my hands. My two booths have contributed nearly three million in foreign exchange, so I am naturally very happy."

(End of this chapter)