Reborn in 1985, starting from a machine factory

"have!"

"You're the one who provides the money, and Chen Rui is the one in charge. When you two disagree, whose opinion should I listen to?" Director Zhou raised his head.

"Listen to me!"

"Listen to him!"

Chen Mo and Chen Rui spoke at the same time.

"Um!"

"Secondly, when will the materials arrive?"

"I've already finalized the deal with the Second Light Industry Group, except for the cardboard boxes, by Tuesday or Wednesday morning."

"The workers just need to be ready on Monday," Zhao Degui said.

"The third one!"

Factory Director Zhou raised his head: "My name is Zhou Rui!"

Chen Mo and Chen Rui were both taken aback. Zhao Degui was the first to react, offering her a cigarette: "Nice to meet you, please give me your guidance."

Chen Mo also spoke up promptly: "Chen Rui will give you the antenna design sketches and manufacturing process first thing Monday morning. You can make arrangements then."

"The first batch of plans is one hundred sets, and we don't need overly complicated tools."

"One hundred sets?"

"Yes! Make a hundred sets first!" Chen Mo didn't explain further.

"Okay!" Zhou Rui nodded.

"Then, Director Zhou, I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation in the future!" Chen Mo said.

Zhou Rui exhaled a puff of smoke: "Monday morning, you guys still need to prepare some materials. The factory needs to be bustling with activity when it opens!"

"No problem!" Chen Mo said with a smile, "Director Zhou, we'll head back now!"

"Please sit down!"

Chen Mo spoke.

Zhou Rui then plopped down in the chair.

The smell of smoke is too strong.

Even after leaving the office, Chen Mo could still smell the cigarette smoke on him.

Chen Rui disdainfully tossed her hat into the front basket of her bicycle.

"Uncle Zhao, Chen Rui, didn't Factory Director Zhou discuss wages?" Chen Mo asked.

Chen Rui had already gotten on her bicycle: "How much money should I give him?"

"Uncle Zhao?" Chen Mo glanced at Zhao Degui, who was struggling with his leg brace next to him.

Why are you looking at me?

"The factory is now owned by the Chen family, so I'll just wait to get my share of the profits."

"You two, aunt and niece, wouldn't you really try to cheat a fifty-year-old man like me?" Zhao Degui said irritably.

"Um, Mom, how much money do you want?" Chen Mo asked Li Guihua.

Li Guihua happened to stroll up to the car.

"Rui Rui, this time you take me with you, let's go now." Li Guihua didn't even turn her head, ignoring Chen Mo completely.

Chen Rui stepped on the pedals and rode straight towards the door.

The old man, who was carrying a bottle of Daqianmen cigarettes, opened the door early, and Chen Rui darted into the street.

Zhao Degui shrugged, not lagging behind at all, and followed closely behind Chen Rui.

Only Chen Mo lingered at the very end, taking his time.

...

Chen Rui rarely goes out, and she was already out of breath after taking Li Guihua for just a short distance.

In the end, it was Chen Mo who took Li Guihua home.

As soon as they got home, Li Guihua immediately helped Chen Rui lift her bicycle. She even scooped half a bowl of cold water from the water tank, mixed it with hot water to make it lukewarm, added some mountain honey, and handed it to Chen Rui.

Chen Rui's face was flushed. She took a few sips of her drink and sat in the chair without saying a word.

Chen Fen and Chen Gang looked at the three of them curiously. Noticing Chen Mo's gaze, Chen Fen immediately lowered her head and focused on the homework in front of her.

"Mom, let's cook. Didn't we invite Uncle Zhao over for dinner tonight?" Chen Mo said.

"Why are you rushing me?"

"Look how tired your aunt is. Why are you riding your bike so fast?" Li Guihua said impatiently.

"Mom, it's because Grandpa Zhao pedals fast, I'm chasing him."

"Yo yo yo!"

"How old is your Uncle Zhao? Don't you care about the elderly at all!"

Chen Mo scratched his head and changed the subject: "Third brother, let me see your homework!"

Li Guihua glanced at Chen Rui, noticing she was gradually calming down, before turning and walking into the kitchen: "There's nothing good to eat here. They didn't even tell us they were entertaining guests yesterday!"

"Mom, anything will do, or just make dumplings."

"Doesn't it take time to make dumplings?" Li Guihua's voice came from outside.

Chen Mo didn't continue speaking. He looked at Chen Fen and said, "Third brother, hurry up."

Chen Fen shrank back, pressing her hands tightly on her homework. After a while, she carefully lifted the homework and approached Chen Mo.

This second brother is usually very affectionate, but when he doesn't smile, he can be a little scary.

Chen Mo didn't reach out to take the homework: "Third brother, I have a few questions for you. Answer honestly, how many students from your class got into junior high school last year?"

"Thirty-three!"

How many people are in the class?

"Seventy-one!"

How confident are you?

Chen Fen gripped her homework tightly and did not answer.

"It's nothing!" Chen Mo blinked slightly. "What are you afraid of?"

"I work in a factory, so I can afford your tuition. You can repeat a year for three or five years without any problem."

"You just need to stay calm!"

"Uh!" Chen Fen, Chen Gang, and Chen's father all looked at Chen Mo at the same time.

Chen Rui couldn't help but exclaim, "That's a brilliant idea!"

Chen Mo turned his head: "Aunt, that's not what you said."

"The third child is not even twelve years old yet. If she doesn't go to school, what can she do?"

"Everyone is different, so we have to accept that some children learn a little slower; there's nothing we can do about it."

"You're right, aren't you, third brother?"

"Second brother, are you really making me repeat a year?"

"no!"

Chen Mo smiled and said, "I'm prepared to make you repeat a grade forever!"

Chen Fen's facial expression was visibly contorted.

She turned her little face to the side: "I'm going to do my homework. Auntie, come and teach me."

"OK!"

Chen Rui responded with a reply.

Chen Gang moved closer to Chen Mo: "Second brother, you mentioned that factory, can I go there?"

"No!" Chen Mo looked at Chen Gang.

Why?

"Because you're my older brother! You definitely won't behave yourself over there!"

Chen Gang lowered his voice: "My aunt went!"

"So you're not short of people?" Chen Mo asked matter-of-factly.

"I..." Chen Gang was about to continue speaking.

"Ring ring!"

The sound of a bicycle outside the door made Chen Mo stand up.

Zhao Degui and He Yumei entered the house one after the other.

Ordinary people would have to ask three or four times to invite someone to a meal, but Zhao Degui said he never did that.

He Yumei arrived empty-handed. As soon as she arrived, she went into the kitchen to help Li Guihua.

"Uncle Zhao, please sit down!" Chen Mo invited Uncle Zhao to sit down and poured him some hot water.

"What's up, Chen Mo? I see through you perfectly well."

"They're definitely the kind of people who only come to the temple when they need something!" Zhao Degui said, holding his teacup.

"It's nothing!"

"Uncle Zhao, I'm just treating you to a meal. I feel so bad seeing you running around like this!" Chen Mo said.

"If you can say that, I'll believe you."

"Brother Chen, how about we have a drink tonight?" Zhao Degui asked Chen's father.

Mr. Chen nodded.

Due to the rush, very few dishes were actually served.

A stir-fried cabbage with meat.

A cold salad of bok choy.

The grand finale was a large bowl of steaming dumplings.

Several people squeezed around the small table, and Zhao Degui didn't feel anything was inappropriate about it.

He opened the bottle and poured most of a bowl of liquor for Chen's father and himself.

"Never mind the younger generation, let's drink together."

Mr. Chen raised his wine glass.

Chen Gang looked at Chen Mo, who waved his hand and said, "I have to take Mom to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow. You and your aunt can drink."

Chen Rui didn't even look up. She picked up a dumpling, blew on it, and accidentally dropped it on the table.

She was quick-witted and picked it up, then put it into Chen Fen's bowl.

Chen Fen looked at the dumplings in front of her in shock: "Auntie, did these dumplings fall on the table?"

Chen Rui pretended not to hear and picked up the second dumpling.

He Yumei turned to look at Li Guihua and asked, "Little sister, what's wrong? Going to the hospital again tomorrow?"

"That's not a good place!"