70s factory beauty, transform villain cubs to become rich

Chapter 465 Fighting in the Arena?
Xi Gaomin's eyes widened suddenly as he looked at Chen Qing in disbelief!
Many onlookers were stunned. Recently, everyone had been saying that Chen Qing and Xi Gaomin were competing against each other, but upon closer inspection, it was indeed all done by Chen Qing alone!
What's the point of Xi Gaomin using Chen Qing's products to compete with Chen Qing?

Even Song Zemin, who came specifically to see Chen Qing, was taken aback. He had mentioned Xi Gaomin's achievements before, and Chen Qing had always remained calm and composed. Now it seemed that everything was under her control.

She was just waiting.

Let the reporters ask her!

Chen Qing has been allowing rumors to spread about her competing against Xi Gaomin.

Many people were watching the spectacle of their fight, including him.

With such high public attention, it's easy to attract the attention of reporters, who will inevitably inquire about the contest between the two female leaders.

If anyone asks her about her duel with Xi Gaomin, everything Xi Gaomin did will instantly become Chen Qing's spoils of war!
Song Zemin was secretly alarmed; this female comrade Chen Qing was not to be underestimated.

Who said she was always bullied by the Third Garment Factory? This time she directly fought back!
Xi Gaomin didn't even have a chance to resist!

Because all the foreign exchange earned by the Third Garment Factory came from Chen Qing alone!
Xi Gaomin was so angry that his whole body was trembling.

The two reporters paused for three seconds before continuing, "Indeed, Comrade Chen is taking care of two booths all by himself, which is really hard work."

To sum it up in one sentence.

Xi Gaomin felt utterly hopeless, and his body swayed.

She worked tirelessly day and night for a month, only to end up benefiting Chen Qing!
Xi Gaomin closed her eyes, a surge of anger welling up inside her, but saying another word at this moment would only make her look foolish.

The reporter continued, "Comrade Chen's ability to earn a large amount of foreign exchange is indeed closely related to his ability to always grasp the preferences of foreigners..."

Chen Qing interrupted him with a smile: "No, I'm just making the most of resources. Our country has limited resources, and how to earn the highest profit from limited resources and contribute to our country is what I think about day and night."

I can't sleep at night whenever I think about how we haven't fully achieved the goal of having enough to eat and wear.

So I want to use the Canton Fair as a platform to make money from foreigners.

We need more jobs so that more people can have enough to eat and wear.

Last year, the million dollars in foreign exchange I earned helped 500 families achieve basic sustenance.

Then I started thinking, could this year's goal be a thousand?

This time, it was a barely successful attempt, since the sportswear factory was only looking to recruit about a thousand people.

For me, and indeed for all the staff participating in the Canton Fair, earning money from foreigners is just a means to an end; the goal is to ensure that our country has enough to eat and wear.

Our country prioritizes the people, so this time, our garment factory will not only recruit talent from within the city, but we will also focus on impoverished areas to help them earn money in the city and support their families.

The scene erupted in uproar.

Earning foreign exchange to support the Chinese people.

We need to recruit not only city dwellers, but also people from the countryside.

Chen Qingzhen is truly outspoken!

The reporter's microphone was numb from holding it; she kept dropping bombshells all day!
The reporters felt uneasy, but they also anticipated that this interview would inevitably cause a huge uproar.

A factory with a thousand employees can not only supply the city's residents, but also achieve the common goal of "having enough to eat and wear" and support impoverished areas. This is something that no one has ever done before.

After the interview, at Chen Qing's kind invitation, the reporters took pictures of all the staff at the sports booth.

It has all the sales staff, as well as the film studio projectionists.

After a group photo was taken, the photographer assured them, "We will give each of you a free group photo."

Everyone expressed their gratitude. Old Mrs. Qin and the old man were overjoyed, and the others had flushed cheeks, feeling truly proud.

The reporters sensed something was off and quickly left. They figured they should go back and focus on writing their stories; it was better to avoid such confrontational situations.

Xi Gaomin looked at Chen Qing with bloodshot eyes.

Chen Qing smiled gently: "Director Xi, it's a pleasure to cooperate with you."

Xi Gaomin felt a metallic taste in his throat, as if he were about to spit out blood. Everyone present felt that Chen Qing had not only killed him but also wounded his spirit!
He Yuxiang gasped in shock; it was the first time he had ever witnessed his aunt being truly lethal.

Without shedding a drop of blood, she wiped out the people who had been challenging her and even bullying her for a year.

He should remember this well: when dealing with people he dislikes, he should calmly take away what they care about most.

It would be even better if the other party had worked incredibly hard to obtain such a thing.

The 1972 Canton Fair was a great success, and Song Zemin quickly made arrangements for the follow-up matters.

Chen Qing also received the wages of twelve people and invited them to have dinner in a private room on the second floor of the state-run restaurant.

She ordered a lot of dishes. Unlike the meat coupons she received before, which were gifts from the organization, this time she paid for them all herself. After all, they were willing to take a month off to accompany her to the Canton Fair, and she was truly grateful. In any case, she had to express her gratitude properly.

"Today we have men, women, young and old, so we won't be drinking alcohol. I'll use water instead. Thank you all for trusting me and accompanying me to the Canton Fair."

Old Mrs. Qin: "It's our pleasure, it's all our honor."

As long as there is money.

All the best!

Tian Mengya said, "Why are you saying that? Your willingness to choose us is giving us a great opportunity."

Meng Huanhuan nodded in agreement.

Chen Qing stopped with the formalities and just gave them the money directly.

"Comrade He Yuting."

"To!"

Xiaoyu raised her hand high.

"Your total salary is 135 yuan."

"Thank you, auntie."

Xiao Yu happily hugged her salary.

He Yuxiang was about to take it back when Xiaoyu hugged it tightly, pursing her lips and refusing to give it to her brother.

That was a red envelope she gave to her younger sister; she couldn't give it to her older brother.

He Yuxiang was taken aback, and then he heard his aunt read out, "Mao Mao's salary is 135 yuan."

Mao Mao excitedly took the envelope from her aunt and looked at her mother.

Seeing that Xiaoyu was keeping all the money herself, Talia said, "Take good care of it and don't spend it recklessly."

The couple were not short of money and were very generous with their spending. In addition, their children did not like to spend money recklessly, so Talia trusted him to manage the hundred-odd dollars well.

Old Mrs. Qin was dumbfounded.

Oh my god.

Kids from rich families are really something else.

You can hold over a hundred in your hand.

She can't do it.

She would do everything in her power to get even a single dollar from her grandson.

"He Yuxiang, 150 yuan!"

He Yuxiang was overjoyed. He couldn't help but laugh as he took the money, and when he held the envelope in his arms, he felt that the banknotes were burning hot.

(End of this chapter)