70s factory beauty, transform villain cubs to become rich

Chapter 546 Letters from All Over the World
As soon as Chen Qing's personal article was published, provincial leaders all came to express their condolences and sympathy to him.

Let Chen Qing focus on having a baby and not worry too much about her career. What's meant to be hers will be hers.

Chen Qing smiled but said nothing.

Meanwhile, the car that Chen Qing had been longing for was finally on the agenda!

Ma Aiying: Awesome.

She spent a long time with Chen Qing, always by his side, but she still couldn't figure out what Chen Qing's underlying personality was like. In her work, she could be said to be ingenious.

Her numerous speeches over the past few months by the Women's Federation have resulted in the Federation featuring her as a model figure in the People's Daily.

A powerful move.

It will give her a bright future.

She's about to give birth, and her career is all set up perfectly. For the next month and a half, as long as we follow her plan, there won't be any problems.

Even if someone is tempted to do something.

With the deterrent effect of these exemplary figures, no one dared to defy the rules and commit crimes!

But when she gets home, she becomes a very ordinary girl. She will act coquettishly with her partner, bow down to her children, and play childish games with them.

Completely split.

Ma Aiying has protected many important figures, and the one she most wants to investigate is Chen Qing.

Chen Qing looked up at Comrade Ma Aiying, who was staring intently at him: "Secretary Ma, you've been staring at me for about twenty minutes. Is there something you need?"

"A little."

"please say."

"I feel that you are quite different at work and in your personal life."

"Why is it different?"

"You are cunning at work, but too naive in life."

Ma Aiying spoke frankly.

Chen Qingdu was speechless for a moment. “Work is where I need to strive, and family is where I need to cherish. You may think I’m very impressive, but I’m just an ordinary person.”

She believed that everything she did was done on the shoulders of giants.

Ma Aiying gently shook her head, her eyes firm: "No, you are very capable, you are the most capable person in your whole family!"

Chen Qing smiled and said, "Alright then."

Ma Aiying pursed her lips.

He didn't say anything more.

She suddenly felt that it was really good that Chen Qing was a woman.

If Chen Qing were a man, she would be strutting around with pride, but she remained unmoved, doing things only to achieve her goals, and neither applause nor slander mattered to her.

The reason Ma Aiying thought Chen Qing was so impressive was that she felt Chen Qing didn't seem to need people's approval.

She knew what she wanted, so she went and got it.

Take He Yuan, for example. His actions can shake international strategy, but his experience has made him compelled to do things according to the wishes of others.

The two children are still young, so it's hard to tell yet, but with such parents, they are destined to have a smoother path than others. But Chen Qingzhen is climbing the ladder step by step.

Therefore, Ma Aiying felt that she could learn from Chen Qing: "After you give birth, I will take care of you during your postpartum period, and then I may have to resign."

Chen Qing was slightly taken aback.

I didn't expect the separation to come so soon.

"So, are you going back to the army?"

"Yes, that's my battlefield. But I've learned a lot from you. At least I'm not an honest person anymore." Ma Aiying smiled, looking a little naive.

Chen Qing was a little reluctant: "Then you can come home to visit whenever you have time in the future."

"Of course I will." Ma Aiying felt that the home in the courtyard was more cherished than her own home.

Well, her family doesn't leave her any food or soup, but everyone in the house she's currently living in thinks about her.

Chen Qing thought about it and realized there was still more than a month left, but then he felt that more than a month was not a long time.

The female warrior from the garment factory is about to leave.

knock knock --

Someone knocked on the door, and the two looked towards the entrance.

The old gatekeeper walked in, dragging a half-full sack: "Factory manager, your letter. The post office just picked up a whole sack and delivered it to you."

"so many!"

Chen Qing was surprised and went forward to check.

"Absolutely! A ton of people, a lot of people, have written to you."

"Thank you, sir. Please leave it here for me. I'll have Sister Ying take it back to me later."

"Okay, then I'll leave it here."

The old man put down the sack and left.

Chen Qing asked Ma Aiying to help her bend down and pick up a few letters so she could see who wrote them.

She thought they were mostly written by women comrades, but to her surprise, the four letters Ma Aiying received were quite evenly distributed.

Men, women, young and old, all exist.

The child said he wanted to take her as his role model and dedicate himself to the country; his words were full of praise.

Chen Qing smiled slightly as she read the letter from the woman, which showed concern for her health and even included precautions for postpartum recovery. Chen Qing suddenly felt a warm feeling in her heart. The letter also mentioned that she knew a fabric manufacturer and how to make it more easily, hoping to lend her a helping hand.

Chen Qing was overjoyed; this was truly an unexpected bonus!
She immediately told Ma Aiying to write it down and also sent someone to test it. If it worked, then they would save on costs.

Chen Qing continued reading the letter from the male comrade, who was asking her how to manage her subordinates. He was now the director of a food factory and was deeply embroiled in a "backdoor" scandal. He wondered what she would do when she was questioned after becoming the director of a clothing factory at the age of twenty-two. Finally, he wished her to achieve her ultimate goal and good health.

Chen Qing pondered for a moment, then put the letter down. The problem was both big and small, and it would require some effort. She would leave it for now and reply when she was in postpartum confinement.

The letter from the elderly man was full of encouragement. He even left his home address for her, saying that he had money and could help if she needed assistance. He only hoped that her garment factory would prosper and that she would not be preoccupied with her children's feelings and would go back to work as soon as possible after giving birth.

Chen Qing glanced at the address; it was in Shanghai. He thanked the old man for his generosity and advice.

Chen Qing was quite surprised to see these four letters. Perhaps it was because of the struggles in her life that she always encountered some strange people, making it difficult for her to appreciate this simple and honest era.

Ma Aiying counted the letters and said, "There are more than four hundred in total, that's a lot."

"Yes, please help me carry it home, be careful."

"understand!"

These are all acts of kindness from all over the world, and Ma Aiying will definitely cherish them.

Chen Qing has been experiencing increasingly pronounced contractions lately, so she has been managing the factory affairs very well.

December 3rd.

Chen Qing's water broke, and He Yuan tried his best to calm her down and took her to the hospital, while Ma Aiying carried the baby and Chen Qing's necessities on her back.

He Yuxiang and Xiao Yu followed closely behind.

He Yuxiang stood in the hospital corridor, flustered and at a loss.

As Xiaoyu listened to Chen Qing's suppressed shouts, tears streamed down her face.

He Yuanchao said to Ma Aiying, "Sister Ying, why don't you take the two children home first? It doesn't sound good for them to be giving birth to Chen Qing."

Xiaoyu immediately wiped away her tears: "I won't cry anymore, and I won't leave. Auntie is upset, and I want to stay with her!"

He Yuxiang also stubbornly replied, "I'm not leaving either."

Help.

He also wanted to cry.

But why were there so many people outside the delivery room? It made him too embarrassed to cry.

(End of this chapter)