70s factory beauty, transform villain cubs to become rich

Chapter 675 Taking Photos
After having a meal at Master Wu's house, Chen Qing took the things Wu Xiuzhen had sent to Senior Lin and went back to the guesthouse. Then, following the same method, he visited several other master craftsmen.

After running for two consecutive days, Chen Qing was exhausted.

On the second-to-last day before leaving Haishi, Chen Qing went to the finance department to sign a contract.

When signing the contract, Director Zhou said, "We will send someone to your factory to inspect your order completion status in a while. We hope Comrade Chen will not let us down."

Chen Qing: "Don't worry, we will definitely do our best."

Contract signed.

Five hundred thousand in hand!
Zhang Qiuhong led her outside and invited her to a restaurant for dinner.

The storefront wasn't ostentatious, but once Chen Qing stepped inside, he felt as if he had entered another time and space.

The heavy velvet curtains hung down, shutting out the hustle and bustle of East Road, while the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling cast a warm light.

The two were led to their reserved table by the waiter. Chen Qing remembered that every time she entered a French restaurant, jazz music was played, but now the gramophone was playing the melody of "The Red Detachment of Women".

A magical combination of Chinese and French cultures.

Chen Qing could feel the righteous aura emanating from him.

Zhang Qiuhong ordered the dishes, and soon an onion soup was served.

Chen Qing admires incompetence.

In her past life, she often frequented seemingly high-end places, but she had a purely Chinese palate and was quite averse to foreign things.

Seeing that her eating movements had become elegant and...slow, Zhang Qiuhong smiled and asked, "Don't you like it?"

"Yes, wild boars can't eat fine bran."

"Haha, you're quite frank. Some of the dishes later on are just so-so. Foreign food is all about the novelty. But I've reserved steak and chestnut cake. Those two are delicious."

Zhang Qiuhong considers herself a gourmet.

So she knows many chefs.

Once you're familiar with the process, you can order dishes.

This kind of upscale restaurant is perfect for luring little boys...

When they arrive in unfamiliar territory, they become awkward and occasionally make a fool of themselves, but in the end, it all turns into worship of her.

Zhang Qiuhong knew that Chen Qing was visiting Haishi for the first time, so she specially brought her here to eat. She didn't have any peculiar desire to see Chen Qing make a fool of herself; she simply wanted to make Chen Qing yearn for Haishi. Unexpectedly, Chen Qing was also straightforward and dared to admit that she didn't like eating high-end foreign food.

Chen Qing's eyes lit up when she heard about steak and chestnut cake.

She couldn't help but think of her daughter, Xiaoyu.

Xiaoyu is a little foodie.

I like to eat things that are fragrant and crispy.

She also really loves desserts.

If Xiaoyu could come to Haishi, she could taste the cake.

Chen Qing silently noted down the activity of bringing the child to Haishi for tourism.

When the steak was served, Chen Qing began to eat it with practiced ease.

Zhang Qiuhong glanced at her and saw that she was quite content. She could only sigh that knowledgeable young people were different; they didn't show any near-admiration for Western food.

What she didn't know was that Chen Qing had become numb from eating Western food in his previous life.

The two ate slowly, gradually steer the conversation back on track.

Zhang Qiuhong brought up the matter of cooperating with Haishi Garment Factory: "I heard that you are going to establish a vocational school."

She already had a thorough understanding of the scale of vocational schools.

A big shot is backing us!
You learn real skills, receive top-notch treatment, and live next to the nationally renowned Summer Sports Apparel Factory!
It is arguably the best technical school in the industry.

Chen Qing: "Sister Zhang, do you have any advice?"

“I want to cooperate with you. We will arrange for our employees in Haishi to go for training, and we can later give your garment factory a place at the Workers, Peasants and Soldiers University.” Zhang Qiuhong knew that people in Haishi’s garment industry were quite arrogant. She wanted to send these people to Guangdong Province to see how far they had developed. First, she wanted to dispel the misconception that Haishi dominated the garment industry, and then let them improve the current situation and catch up with Chen Qing!

Chen Qing: "How many people do you need to arrange? And how many worker-peasant-soldier quotas can we get from Haishi?"

Zhang Qiuhong: "We will arrange ten people, and you can get five worker-peasant-soldier slots."

Chen Qing frowned slightly.

The college entrance examination was reinstated a few years later.

Worker-peasant-soldier college students are not recognized by society.

"Sister Zhang, I'm very sorry, but I need to go back and discuss the specific details of this cooperation with the people in the factory. I can't make a decision on my own. But I can assure you that I welcome people from the garment industry in Haishi to come to our technical school to study."

Zhang Qiuhong smiled and drank a glass of wine: "Of course, no problem, I trust you."

People who have been in high positions for a long time naturally experience a sense of oppression.

Faced with her pressure, Chen Qing deftly deflected it, saying, "That's good."

Zhang Qiuhong paused slightly as she put down her wine glass, then burst into laughter, her eyes full of affection as she asked, "Xiaoqing, you have to go back tomorrow afternoon, right? Did you take any photos? I can introduce you to an experienced photographer."

"Thank you, Sister Zhang."

"You're welcome."

As the two ate their sweet and fluffy chestnut cake, their conversation came to an end.

Chen Qing was a little reluctant to part with the chestnut cake.

Chestnut cake doesn't have a saccharin taste; it has distinct layers of flavor, with smooth cream, sweet chestnut puree, and a soft cake base. Every bite brings an ultimate sense of happiness.

She used to think the cake didn't exist.

After all, it was 1973.

An era of hard work and struggle.

But no matter the era, there always seems to be a group of people who know how to enjoy life.

After leaving the restaurant, Chen Qing went to the Friendship Store and made a killing.

On their last day in Haishi, Chen Qing took the two of them to have their photos taken.

Master Jin met up with Chen Qing, carrying a twin-lens reflex camera.

Master Jin led them to a vantage point that offered a panoramic view of both international architecture and ships on the river.

He squinted at the sky and said, "Director Chen, let's wait for a cloud. The sun is too harsh right now, casting heavy shadows on our faces. It would be best to wait for a cloud to soften the light."

He set up the tripod, carefully fixed the Seagull camera, then picked up the light meter and took light readings of Lin Wei's face and the background buildings, calculating the best exposure combination in his mind.

The three of them stared in disbelief.

Once the clouds that Master Jin needed were in the sky, the three of them started taking pictures, during which their poses kept changing.

The shooting angle was novel, but when Master Jin looked at Chen Qing in the lens, his eyes held the excitement that belongs to a photographer.

She wore a black dress with a flamboyant hem, and her hair was inexplicably curly. As it fluttered in the wind, a few strands of hair obediently arranged themselves in a suitable arc. With her black hair and red lips, she exuded a powerful aura. Her peach blossom eyes were captivating, beautiful yet carrying a sense of distance that kept strangers at bay. Overall, she looked radiant and noble.

Passersby frequently turned around.

Is this a female celebrity shooting a movie poster?

Qin Sanhua's face turned bright red, and Wang Shitou was at a loss for what to do.

Her beauty was so striking that neither of the two men standing next to her knew how to react.

Master Jin: "Female comrades with pigtails, don't puff out your cheeks."

Qin Sanhua blushed and said, "Master, did you get a picture of me? That's enough. Why don't you take more pictures of the factory manager?"

Master Jin replied without hesitation, "Sure!"

(End of this chapter)