The fake heiress loves to act? The max-level boss isn't interested in playing along.

"You must be freezing! Have something hot to drink first."

Fu Hua took it, took a sip,

It's brown sugar ginger tea, sweet and spicy, warming you right up to your stomach.

"How is it?"

He declined the question.

Fu Hua leaned back in her seat, looking out the car window at the iron gate.

"It's cancelled."

She closed her eyes slightly. "It's okay, I was prepared."

He remained silent for a few seconds after saying thank you.

"Should I go in...?"

"Need not."

Fu Hua interrupted him, "I'll think of another way."

She paused, then suddenly sat up and smiled slightly: "However, today wasn't entirely fruitless."

Xie Ci looked at her.

Fu Hua said, "I found someone. A master craftsman, with top-notch skills, who has been doing this for thirty years."

She remembered those eyes, bright as two flames.

"This kind of person shouldn't be buried in a factory like this."

"Which factory?"

He smiled indulgently in thanks.

"What else could it be?"

Fu Hua curled her lip: "They're just sitting around doing nothing, not making any progress, and stuck in their ways."

"That's a pretty good summary."

Xie Ci gave a wicked smile, turned the key, and started the engine.

"Never mind them, let's go, I'll take you to eat hot pot."

.........

Three days later, Fu Hua stood at the entrance of the medical device factory for the fourth time.

The old man at the gatehouse all knew her; he would smile whenever he saw her.

"Girl, you're here again?"

Fu Hua nodded and handed over two bottles of wine.

"Master, it's cold, have some to warm yourself up."

The old man hesitated for a moment, declined a couple of times, but finally accepted it.

"Section Chief Wang is here today."

He lowered his voice, "But you'd better not look for him, he's... unreliable."

Fu Hua asked, "Is Old Chen here today?"

The old man was stunned for a moment.

"Old Chen? What do you want with him?"

Fu Hua didn't answer, she just smiled.

"Please ask the driver to call out for me and say that someone is looking for him."

When Lao Chen came out of the workshop, his work clothes were still covered in oil stains.

He was stunned when he saw Fu Hua.

"Is it you?"

Fu Hua nodded.

"Mr. Chen, could I trouble you for a few minutes?"

Old Chen paused for two seconds, then nodded.

The two walked to an old locust tree in a corner outside the factory area.

The tree was bare, and the branches swayed in the wind.

Fu Hua took a stack of documents out of her bag and handed them over.

Master Chen took it and looked down at it.

It was the project's information, which she had specially compiled, with drawings, data, and process requirements listed clearly, one by one.

Master Chen read very slowly, turning the pages one by one, sometimes staring at a particular drawing for a long time.

After reading it, he looked up.

"You want me to do this for you?"

Fu Hua nodded.

"The most difficult aspect of pediatric valve repair lies in the size and precision."

The technology used to make adult heart valves resulted in a piece that was too large to fit into a child's heart.

I would like to ask for your help in figuring out how to make the process smaller and more refined.

Master Chen remained silent for a long time.

"Why me? There are so many young people in the factory who are more educated than me and know more about theory."

Fu Hua looked at him.

"Because I have seen your hands."

Master Chen was stunned for a moment.

Fu Hua said, "The day you were machining that part on the lathe, your hands were very steady. That kind of precision can't be taught in theory; it's something you hone over time."

Master Chen didn't say anything, but his eyes were a little red.

After a long silence, he spoke.

"Thank you, young lady."

His voice was a little hoarse, "But I can't help you with this."

Fu Hua looked at him.

Master Chen lowered his head and looked at his hands.

"My wife is ill and bedridden. My son is a good-for-nothing who has racked up debts. This job is our family's only hope."

He paused for a moment, then said, "I can't lose this secure job."

The project is good, but what will we do after it's finished?

It's not worth sacrificing your security for a moment of pleasure.

Fu Hua paused for a few seconds, understanding the other person's concerns.

"Master Chen,"

She said, "If you don't want to quit your job, I can work with you. When you have time, in the evenings or on weekends, you can do some things for me, and I'll pay you per piece, which will be more than your salary."

Master Chen looked up at her.

Fu Hua continued, "Moreover, if this project is successfully completed, there will be project dividends in the future, which will be a considerable sum of money. Moreover, being able to produce children's films will be an achievement for you for the rest of your life."

A glint of light flashed in Master Chen's eyes.

What technical personnel value most is higher income and recognition of their skills.

Everything Fu Hua said was fulfilled.

He finally shook his head.

"I'm sorry, young lady."

His face was solemn. "I've worked in this factory my whole life, and I'll be getting a house soon. I can't leave now, and I can't let anyone catch me red-handed."

The factory absolutely forbids workers from taking on private jobs outside.

Once discovered, the housing quota will definitely be gone.

Fu Hua looked at the few strands of gray hair at his temples, her eyes showing no urging, and simply nodded gently.

"Engineer Chen, I understand."

Her voice was gentle and inexplicably reassuring.

"Such a big matter would make anyone think twice. You don't need to rush to give me an answer, nor do you need to make a decision now."

She paused, then spoke frankly:

"I'm looking for you because I genuinely value your skills, not to force you to agree immediately."

You've worked in the factory your whole life; your family, your roots, your relationships are all there. I understand what you need to think about and what you need to consider.

Engineer Chen looked up and stared at her with some surprise.

He thought the other party would press their advantage and use a combination of coaxing and pressure, but he didn't expect them to be so perceptive.

Fu Hua took out a neatly folded business card from her bag and handed it to him with both hands.

The paper wasn't fancy, but it was clean and crisp, with her name and contact address printed on it.

"Here's my contact information. Take your time to think it over. You can come to me anytime you want once you've figured it out."

Her tone was gentle, and full of sincerity.

"Don't feel pressured or embarrassed. Even if you choose to stay at the original factory in the end, I will still respect you as a veteran mechanic."

Engineer Chen stared blankly at the business card.

He glanced at the young, yet mature girl in front of him, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and solemnly accepted the business card, clutching it tightly in his palm.

"……good."

His voice was a little hoarse, "I...I'll go back and think about it carefully."

Fu Hua smiled slightly, took a half step back, and gave him ample face:

"Okay, no rush. You can think about it all you want, I'll wait for your message."

.........

Mr. Chen put the business card in his pocket and returned to the workshop with a heavy heart.

I had just put down my tools and hadn't even had a chance to catch my breath when...

Section Chief Wang stood with his hands behind his back and a gloomy face blocking the doorway.

"Master Chen, I've finally found you."

Section Chief Wang wore a forced smile, his voice wasn't loud, but it carried an imposing air of authority.

"Where did you go? I couldn't find you anywhere in the workshop."

Chen's heart tightened, and he could only mumble, "Going out to meet a friend..."

"Seeing a friend?"

Section Chief Wang immediately raised his voice.

"The factory is short-staffed and has a tight schedule. You're just telling me to leave my post? Who approved my leave?"