70s factory beauty, transform villain cubs to become rich

Chapter 509 The Clothing Factory Party Secretary Has Arrived

Shorty Tiger stared blankly up at He Yuxiang, exuding a silly and simple-minded charm: "But I don't like him. He's a quiet guy, skinny and doesn't like to jump around or laugh. I don't like guys like that."

He Yuxiang stared at him.

Shorty Tiger said weakly, "Alright, for your sake, class monitor, I'll let him play for a bit."

He Yuxiang was satisfied.

In a good mood, he went to the front yard and saw his aunt braiding Xiaoyu's hair.

Chen Qing liked Xiao Yu's soft, smooth hair and braided it into pretty pigtails with bows. "Okay, I'm going to work now. Wear your rain boots and go to school with your older brother and sister. Have fun at school, okay?"

"Know!"

Xiao Yu responded loudly.

Chen Qing smiled and rubbed her chubby cheeks before heading to the bus stop to meet Tian Mengya.

Their destination today was the last school.

Upon arriving at their destination, both of them, like country bumpkins, looked up at the massive and oppressive complex of buildings.

When Chen Qing looked at the materials, he knew where it came from and said, "This is a product of the Sino-Soviet honeymoon period in the 1950s. It seems that it was previously claimed to be built into the 'First Textile Education Base in the Far East'."

The school in front of me is a continuous stretch of red brick buildings that seems to go on forever. The spacious playground is big enough for horses to run across, and the five-story main teaching building looks like a thick city wall.

With great anticipation, the two went inside, but upon seeing the dirty and chaotic environment, they both frowned in unison.

The entire school smelled faintly of mildew. Red paint was applied to the mottled walls, and some of the words had peeled off. The exterior was magnificent and imposing, but the interior was dilapidated and empty.

Since the school principal was not present, Chen Qing and Tian Mengya went directly to attend the class.

Pushing open a half-closed classroom door, a smell mixed with sweat, chalk dust, and old paper hit me.

The lecture hall was surprisingly large, a space that could accommodate three hundred people, but at this moment only fewer than fifty students were sparsely seated in the first three rows.

On the podium, a teacher surnamed Chen, with gray hair and thick glasses, shouted: "Comrades! The textile industry is an important pillar of the national economy! We must deeply understand the great instruction to 'grasp revolution and promote production'..."

He picked up the enamel mug, took a sip of tea, and continued reading: "Let the political consciousness of the proletariat be put into practice in the quality of every thread of yarn and every inch of cloth! Hmm, next I'll talk about the physical properties of cotton fibers: length, fineness, strength..."

Most of the students in the audience looked blank.

Someone is whispering to each other.

Someone was propping their head up with their hand, staring blankly at the bare sycamore trees outside the window.

Only a few students in the front row were diligently taking notes.

Chen Qing noticed that there were several dusty, old-fashioned hand-cranked looms piled up in the corner of the classroom.

The sign above reads 'Traditional textile tools (for critical understanding only)'.

They, along with the empty theories on the podium, constitute a silent irony.

Chen Qing quietly left, scribbled in his notebook, and then went to the next classroom.

The teachers at this school are alright; they all diligently read from the textbook, but that's all they do.

No wonder most of the people she trained were quickly recruited by clothing factories; it turns out that clothing schools really don't teach anything these days.

After looking around, Tian Mengya asked Chen Qing, "Which school will you ultimately choose?"

Chen Qing: "1 and 3, I guess."

These two schools can accommodate eight or nine hundred people.

The first school was mainly chosen out of fear of them causing trouble. Now, this school is too big, dilapidated everywhere, and the teachers and students have no vitality at all.

Chen Qing took the report to the Light Industry Bureau and presented the information he had compiled, so that the next secretary could make a selection.

Coincidentally, the Party Secretary of the sportswear factory came to report for duty. He was the deputy director of the factory under Director Lian Antai, which was considered a minor promotion.

Chen Qing remembered that at the Canton Fair, Lian Antai said he wanted to come to the garment factory to observe and learn, but unexpectedly, he directly sent the secretary of his garment factory to the sportswear factory.

Director Qi introduced the two parties: "Comrade Chen, this is Wei Jianping, the future Party Secretary of your sportswear factory. Comrade Wei, this lady in front of you is the famous Chen Qing, who is also the head of the sportswear factory."

Director Qi defined Chen Qing's identity.

Wei Jianping knew before he came that it would be difficult for him to shake Chen Qing's position, so he was not too upset at the moment. He greeted Chen Qing with a smile and said, "Comrade Chen, I am an old comrade, so I'm asking you to take good care of me."

"Comrade Wei, you're too kind," Chen Qing said politely.

Director Qi said, "Comrade Chen, your previous proposal to organize new teachers to teach at the school and provide employment opportunities for students has been approved, as well as your proposal to provide housing for family members of the Third Garment Factory and solve their employment problems. After research, it has been decided to approve these proposals as well."

Chen Qing smiled and said, "Thank you, Director Qi."

Director Qi: "It's alright, you can go about your business."

The two obediently went outside. Once outside, Chen Qing asked Wei Jianping, "Comrade Wei, do you have a place to stay now?"

Wei Jianping said, "I'll be staying at the Third Garment Factory for the time being."

Chen Qing nodded. The dormitory building for the sportswear factory wouldn't be completed so quickly, so staying at the Third Garment Factory was the best option.

"You've only just arrived, why aren't you in a hurry to get started..."

Wei Jianping interrupted her: "It's alright, my wife will take care of everything at home. Comrade Chen, please feel free to speak up if you need anything."

Chen Qing looked at the man in front of her. He was around thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, not tall, and even a little thin, but with a well-proportioned frame. On the surface, he had a gentle humility.

"Tomorrow, it would be too tiring to start working right after arriving in Guangzhou today. I'm not that heartless."

"it is good."

Wei Jianping didn't force him.

The two agreed to meet at the street office near the construction site at nine o'clock the next morning, after which they parted ways.

Tian Mengya immediately asked, "Chen Qing, what do you think of this Party Secretary?"

"Hard to say."

Chen Qing wasn't so skilled that he could discern a person's true nature with just a few words.

Tian Mengya: "When you went to Director Qi's office, I inquired at the Light Industry Bureau and found out that he has nine children."

Chen Qing: “!!!”

Her mouth gaped open in shock, and her tone changed.

"so many!"

"Yes, I had five sons and four daughters. Two sons and one daughter went to the countryside. Now I have six children here."

Tian Mengya was also puzzled.

Normally, families with sons would choose to have five or six children.

His family had nine children.

There are indeed too many.

So she inquired again and learned the final result. Then, feigning mystery, she asked, "Guess why he has so many children?"

"why?"

"I asked you! You're so annoying! Fine, I'll tell you. It's because his parents thought that their family had only one son for three generations and it was easy for them to have no descendants. So their daughter-in-law was able to have more children, and she had nine in one lifetime."