Jin Yuanyuan's Top-Tier Life

When Jin Yuanyuan woke up early in the morning, she felt a little awkward seeing her mother's busy figure absent from the house. Although her small villa wasn't big, living alone upstairs and downstairs always felt a bit lonely. She walked around the house, finding some old clothes and wondering if she could still fit into them, when Cao Xiaoyu called and yelled at her, "Jin Yuanyuan, come to the factory and help with packing! Don't sleep!"

However, the sock knitting machine was Jin Yuanyuan's biggest nightmare. Just hearing those three words made her scalp tingle and her fingers immediately ache.

When she was little, she had to get up from school every day to do her homework at what was then a small sock-knitting workshop. One day, she inexplicably wanted to help her mother apply machine oil to the sock-knitting machine, but somehow she pressed a certain mechanism, and a steel needle pierced straight through the center of her right index finger.

Cao Xiaoyu's mother, Aunt Li Lianqing, was the first to run over and hug her. In her panic, Zhu Hongying cut off the power to the entire knitting workshop, then flagged down a rickshaw on the street and took her to the hospital.

Fortunately, no bones or tendons were injured, but a noticeable scar remains on her index finger to this day, which she has to explain when going abroad to have her fingerprints taken. Just seeing that scar reminds Jin Yuanyuan of the pain. Therefore, she has never gone near a sock-knitting machine or entered a sock-making workshop again.

Cao Xiaoyu was well aware of this matter. He didn't send Jin Yuanyuan to the factory, but instead pointed to a large pile of finished socks and packaging boxes at the courier station outside the economic and technological development zone and said, "Miss, come and get to work quickly, we're short-handed."

"Oh." Jin Yuanyuan nodded. "I can do that."

"Yuanyuan, you can pack it up. We'll sort and label the packages here." Li Lianqing sat down. "It's suddenly gotten colder these past few days. Several people have fevers, and a few have diarrhea. We're short-handed today. Luckily you're back. I thought I'd let you fill in for now."

"It's okay, I can do it." Jin Yuanyuan learned quickly, after all, she came from a public relations background and often did packaging and organizing work.

Before noon, they had already finished most of it. Li Lianqing was very happy and praised Jin Yuanyuan repeatedly.

However, her smile soon faded as several more employees developed fevers, but the sock-knitting machines couldn't be stopped.

"Isn't our sock knitting machine automatic? Does someone have to stand next to it and watch it?" Jin Yuanyuan asked.

"It's automatic, but there's a problem with this batch. They need a new pattern, so we have to manually add stitches and threads. Therefore, it needs to be manually modified in batches." After a busy morning, and with the cold weather, Li Lianqing's back was sore.

Jin Yuanyuan quickly ran over to massage her lower back, asking, "How long will it take to process this batch of goods?"

"This is just the beginning; it's expected to take ten days." Li Lianqing frowned. "Actually, we could have turned down this complicated and difficult job. But you know about Jin Jia's situation, right? If we had taken on that multi-million dollar order, we would have received our year-end bonuses and dividends. But now we have no choice but to take this job so we can pay this month's labor costs, rent, and utilities."

"How could this happen?" Jin Yuanyuan was very surprised. Even if business was bad, it shouldn't be like this.

"You wouldn't believe it. They originally wanted to have Datang Socks do it, but they thought the volume was too small to be worth starting production on. So they came to us, and they even negotiated a lower price. We have no choice but to take it now."

"Okay," Jin Yuanyuan sighed along with her, "So what do we do now?"

"Let's work overtime." Cao Xiaoyu maintained her smile. "Yuanyuan, you and Mom can do the packaging outside. I'll oversee the night shift tonight."

"Xiaoyu, you haven't slept for several nights in a row, you can't go on like this." Li Lianqing naturally felt sorry for her son and didn't want him to work so hard.

"What do you want to do?" Jin Yuanyuan asked. "I can do that too."

"No, Yuanyuan, you can't do it. Although modern sock knitting machines have been made with hidden needles, you... probably still won't be able to handle it." Li Lianqing also disagreed.

"Let's give it a try, let's try the whole thing." Jin Yuanyuan smiled. Perhaps after all these years, she had overcome this mental block?

However, she overestimated herself.

Just as she saw Li Lianqing fiddling with the long threads, she began to tremble all over and kept backing away.

"Hey, Yuanyuan, I told you not to push yourself. I'll run a few more times, I'm a guy, you know." Cao Xiaoyu smiled, but she could see the bloodshot in his eyes.

Looking at it from a distance now, all three hundred sock knitting machines in the factory are running, but there are fewer than fifty workers on duty, who are very busy walking around.

It's only lunchtime. If they had to deliver the goods in ten days, these people would be exhausted.

"How about we temporarily recruit some people?" Jin Yuanyuan suggested.

"It's not appropriate." Cao Xiaoyu shook his head. "This batch of patterns is also unique, and the customers are strictly prohibited from leaking information. You didn't see that our doors have been closed the whole time."

"That can't exhaust people to death." Jin Yuanyuan closed her eyes, then tried to walk inside again.

Cao Xiaoyu stopped her, "Go eat first, we'll think of something else. We can hold on a little longer."

After quickly eating a few bites, Cao Xiaoyu mysteriously pulled Jin Yuanyuan aside to talk. "I just sent Jin Feiyan a WeChat message, asking if she could ask a few of her aunts to come over and help?"

"Didn't you and her get divorced? Can her aunts come over?" Jin Yuanyuan didn't know what to say again.

"Well, they're divorced, but her aunts are all skilled hosiery makers. Even though they're retired, their skills are still there. It wouldn't be appropriate for me to talk to them, since some of them are Jin Jia's former colleagues. So, it's best if Fei Yan goes and speak to them."

"May I ask one more question?" Jin Yuanyuan asked softly, "Can your mother see Jin Feiyan?"

"Tell her to go home and lie down in a bit, and just make sure the two of them don't see each other." Cao Xiaoyu chuckled. "Don't worry, my mom still likes Feiyan."

"No, you know, I just can't understand what's going on between you two. Everything was going so well, so why did you get divorced?"

"Can you understand why your mom and dad cheered you on at the school gate on the day of your college entrance exam?" Cao Xiaoyu suddenly asked.

"No way, I still don't understand what happened."

"This is love." Cao Xiaoyu suddenly said this in a very profound way, which made Jin Yuanyuan really want to roll her eyes at him.