70s factory beauty, transform villain cubs to become rich

Chapter 568 The car and secretary are here!

Everyone who gets sportswear inevitably wants to show it off.

Muluge was also among those who received sportswear.

She had contact with Chen Qing when he was the director of the factory committee of the machinery factory.

At that time, she was just a junior technician. After being noticed by Chen Qing, she received a lot of research data.

She learned a lot of new knowledge. Originally, she did not have a specific research direction, but when Chen Qing shone brightly again at the Canton Fair, she chose to study the machine for making clothes!

The last letter I sent to Chen Qing contained information about slightly improving the parts that were obstructing the circuit.

I unexpectedly received a set of sportswear.

Mu Luge believed that as long as she could create better equipment, she would definitely gain Chen Qing's attention and become one of her confidantes!
Chen Qing, who was about to receive the car, was unaware that He Yuxiang's future subordinate had become her loyal fan.

February 1, 1973, the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, the drizzle that had lasted for several days finally stopped, and today the sky was cloudless and the weather was beautiful.

At the factory gate, workers who were finishing their night shift and those who were arriving for work were reluctant to leave immediately, and gathered in twos and threes.

A buzz of excitement rippled through the crowd; everyone was eagerly anticipating what was to come.

The crowd stirred slightly.

"I'm coming!"

Someone let out a soft exclamation.

All that could be seen was a brand-new car, slowly approaching as if carrying a sense of solemnity and ceremony.

The car body is the classic black.

Chen Qing examined it closely and thought that the black of his car was a colorful black, incredibly beautiful!
The car has a square front end, and the round headlights look quite impressive. The red emblem in the center of the hood is particularly eye-catching.

The car came to a smooth stop at the factory gate.

In the driver's seat was Zhang Yuejin, Chen Qing's future secretary, a young man in his thirties wearing a blue cotton Zhongshan suit. He gripped the heavy steering wheel tightly with both hands, his back straight, his expression tense yet incredibly proud, as if he were completing an extremely glorious mission.

He carefully pulled the handbrake, his movements even a little stiff.

After getting out of the car, Zhang Yuejin said to Chen Qing, "Hello, Director Chen, I am Zhang Yuejin, your future secretary."

Everyone is looking at Zhang Yuejin.

Weird expression.

Why is it a male secretary?
Chen Qing nodded: "Hello, Comrade Zhang, I am Chen Qing, the factory director of Shengxia Sports Apparel Factory."

"Good morning, Factory Manager. Factory Manager, why don't you try getting in the car? It's warm inside!" Zhang Yuejin said, showing his good judgment.

Chen Qing nodded and bent down to sit in the back seat.

The car windows were thick, blocking out most of the wind and noise from outside, creating a quiet but somewhat stuffy little space.

She adjusted her posture and looked out through the clear car window.

The workers who had been watching couldn't contain themselves any longer and began to exclaim and discuss, "Our factory has cars now! That's awesome!"

"This color is really impressive!"

"From now on, the factory director won't have to ride a bicycle in the wind and cold when he goes out to meetings or to handle business."

"Yes, Director Chen works day and night for our factory, he should have been given a car long ago!"

Everyone was chattering about cars, but then the conversation took a turn and the topic shifted to the male secretary.

Wei Dajiang said sarcastically, "It must be Chen Qing... Hey... I haven't finished yet!"

Wei Dajiang was taken away by his biological father.

Everyone exchanged glances, not daring to say anything. Those who needed to go home went home, and those who needed to go to work went to work.

Sitting in the car, Chen Qing watched the scenery rush by and then went to report to the Light Industry Bureau.

Zhang Yuejin analyzed the situation of the Light Industry Bureau for her: "Our Light Industry Bureau is not developing as well as the Heavy Industry Bureau overall. The leaders were also criticized at the end of the year. Factory Director, you just need to speak as little as possible later." Chen Qing: "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Zhang Yuejin: "Of course."

One of the main reasons Chen Qing agreed to choose Zhang Yuejin was because he had been a sent-down youth for five years. He had gotten married in the countryside and was willing to bring his children back to the city instead of taking the opportunity to abandon his wife and children.

After returning to the city for two years, he couldn't find a good job, so he kept waiting and waiting. Finally, he got a job as Chen Qing's secretary, and they put him in the company.

Upon arriving at the Light Industry Bureau, Chen Qing went to give a report, while Zhang Yuejin took the opportunity to talk to the others.

He had heard from his parents about the main duties of a secretary: to be observant, to gather information, and to help Chen Qing organize work processes.

As a man, I sometimes refuse to drink alcohol at meals and I usually drive.

In short, he combines both mental and physical labor.

After Chen Qing finished her meeting, Zhang Yuejin quickly went to drive her back to the factory.

After leading Zhang Yuejin to the office, Chen Qing began to assign him tasks: "These are our factory rules. Take a good look at them and try not to make mistakes. Also, familiarize yourself with the main points of each department's leadership. When I assign you tasks, you will be able to execute them easily."

"Yes."

Zhang Yue went into the suite outside the factory director's office and worked with Wei Dajiang.

Their small office suite couldn't really be considered an office because it was so small.

When Wei Dajiang saw him arrive, he asked, "Are you working as a male secretary for a female boss?"

His tone was ambiguous.

Zhang Yuejin, prepared for suspicion, replied, "Yes."

There's no need to be overly friendly with people you don't need to get to know well.

Zhang Yuejin knew about the garment factory. The reason he didn't report earlier was because he wanted to drive there so that the leaders would pay more attention to him. The guy next to him was a good-for-nothing who didn't need to be bothered with at all.

Wei Dajiang slammed his fist on the table: "Hey, what do you mean? My dad is the Party Secretary of the garment factory!"

Zhang Yuejin: "My dad is too."

Secretary Wei asked, "What secretary?"

"Go check it out."

Zhang Yuejin didn't want to argue with him.

They went about their own business.

The garment factory is thriving, and if he could ride its wave of success, it would certainly be a highlight of his resume.

That's why his father had him familiarize himself with the internal workings of the export garment factory, and once he was familiar enough, he would move towards working for a foreign trade company.

After learning about his future career plans, Zhang Yuejin worked diligently and worked hard to pave the way for his future.

On his first day of work, his main tasks were to familiarize himself with the factory and relay messages and documents for the factory manager.

Wei Dajiang, still holding back his anger, went to ask his father, Zhang Yuejin, what his identity was. After learning that Zhang Yuejin was in charge of managing the city's trucks, he gave up.

He was definitely not afraid of Zhang Yuejin.

I'm just too lazy to deal with Zhang Yuejin's matter.

Wei Dajiang chuckled as he watched Zhang Yuejin running up and down.

No matter how much money they have at home, they're still more tired than him.

It's so shameful that Zhang Yuejin has to be subordinate to a woman!

He's better than me.

He doesn't need to do anything.

No one in the garment factory dared to disrespect him!
Wei Dajiang sat there leisurely, lost in thought, practically bored out of his mind. But it didn't matter; tomorrow was New Year's Eve, and he could finally have a holiday!