Reborn back to the time before I sold my blood to support my scumbag boyfriend's college educat

"Young lady, which factory are you from? I've never seen you before."

There are several large factories nearby, and Yang Dazhi assumed Xia Yichu had just started working here. After all, he would have his eye on such a pretty girl after just one glance. The stall owner, frying noodles at his stall, listened intently to Yang Dazhi and Xia Yichu's conversation.

"I just left home and am looking for a job."

The stall owner kept giving Xia Yichu meaningful glances, but Xia Yichu ignored them and started talking to Yang Dazhi about finding a job.

"What a coincidence, our garment factory is currently hiring. Let me introduce myself, I am the factory manager."

Yang Dazhi patted his chest, looking proud. The stall owner next to him was getting anxious and coughed, trying to get Xia Yichu's attention.

Xia Yichu didn't look at the stall owner, but said with a face full of surprise, "Really? That's great! How can I get a job at the clothing factory?"

Yang Dazhi stared at Xia Yichu with a smug and lecherous look, his desire growing stronger with each glance.

"That's easy. Just come to the garment factory tomorrow and I'll arrange it for you. By the way, what's your name? How old are you? What's your educational background?"

"Deputy Factory Director Yang, the noodles are ready. Please take them."

The stall owner walked over and stood between Xia Yichu and Yang Dazhi, saying the word "assistant" very loudly, and then handed the packaged noodles to Yang Dazhi.

"How much"

Yang Dazhi glared at him, saying he had no sense at all. Didn't he see that he was busy?

"Two yuan"

Yang Dazhi took out two yuan from his pocket and gave it to him, hoping he would take the money and leave quickly so as not to delay his pursuit of girls.

Here you go, take it.

The stall owner waved his hands behind his back, signaling Xia Yichu to hurry up. Xia Yichu pretended not to see him, thinking to herself how many kind people there are these days.

"Thank you, Deputy Factory Director Yang."

Seeing that he was still standing there dumbfounded, Yang Dazhi walked straight past him to Xia Yichu's side.

"Little girl"

Xia Yichu saw Yang Dazhi move a little closer to her, and feeling disgusted, she took a step back.

"Boss, two servings of fried rice, with eggs."

At this moment, people from the factory came out one after another and saw that a customer wanted to buy fried rice.

"Okay, coming right away."

The stall owner glanced at Xia Yichu before leaving, then went to fry rice, and Xia Yichu continued to ignore him.

"My name is Xia Yichu, I'm nineteen years old, and I graduated from high school. I can't come tomorrow because of something, how about next Tuesday?"

As more and more people gathered, the garment factory workers, seeing Yang Dazhi at his fried rice stall, didn't seem inclined to approach. Afraid of disrupting her older brother's business, Xia Yichu briefly introduced herself to Yang Dazhi.

"Okay, I'll tell the doorman when you arrive, and he'll take you to me."

"it is good"

After Xia Yichu finished speaking, she left. Even after walking a short distance, she could still feel Yang Dazhi watching her from behind. Only when Xia Yichu was out of sight did Yang Dazhi drive away on his motorcycle.

"Master, follow him."

Xia Yichu took a taxi and turned back, asking the driver to follow Yang Dazhi.

"Okay, miss, don't worry, I have experience following people, I definitely won't lose them."

"Master, I believe in you."

Hearing how much Xia Yichu trusted him, the driver followed Yang Dazhi closely.

A few minutes later, Yang Dazhi parked his motorcycle at a restaurant, went inside to eat, and finished his meal quickly, leaving in less than ten minutes.

Half an hour later, Yang Dazhi honked his horn at the door of a bungalow.

Immediately afterwards, a woman came out to open the door. Xia Yichu was too far away to see what the woman looked like. Then Yang Dazhi drove the motorcycle inside, and the woman closed the door again.

"Thank you, Master."

Xia Yichu paid the driver and thanked him before getting off the bus. She had asked Wang Shengli before, and he had said that Yang Dazhi's house was near their home, and it was a house allocated by the clothing factory.

This place isn't far from the garment factory, so it's clearly not Yang Dazhi's home. Xia Yichu looked around; the houses here were all single-story, and the location wasn't great—it was a bit out of the way.

The wall surrounding the house wasn't high, only a little over a meter, and Xia Yichu easily climbed over it. The house wasn't large, with only three rooms. The sounds of a man and woman laughing and joking came from inside. Xia Yichu tiptoed to the window.

Peeking through the crack, the woman appeared to be around thirty years old, dressed in a flamboyant manner, and was sitting on Yang Dazhi's lap.

Yang Dazhi put his arm around the woman's waist and said smugly, "I met a young girl today who said she'd come to work at the factory next Tuesday."

The woman said coquettishly, "You're just good at sweet-talking those young girls outside. Don't you want me anymore?"

"I can't bear to part with you. What's so great about a young girl besides being pretty? She's too shy and reserved, not as flirtatious as you, and she doesn't have as many tricks up her sleeve."

After speaking, Yang Dazhi impatiently kissed the woman on the lips. Ever since he met Xia Yichu, he had been distracted by her. He had just gone to eat, finished his meal in a few bites, and came straight here to find her.

Xia Yichu found the sight too irritating, so she simply squatted down under the window to listen. After a while, she heard the sounds of a man and woman making up coming from inside, which gave Xia Yichu goosebumps.

"Great Wisdom"

The woman called out Yang Dazhi's name tenderly, hugging him tightly. She let out a long sigh of relief, having finally endured another ordeal. Xia Yichu, standing below the window, also breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, the two of them fell silent a few minutes later.

"Dazhi, when are you going to arrange for me to be your secretary at the garment factory?" the woman said coquettishly.

Yang Dazhi patted her bottom and said, "What's the rush? Once I become the factory manager, I'll arrange for you to work in the factory as a clerk."

"Didn't you say you wanted me to be your secretary? How come you changed your mind after only two days?"

Since Yang Dazhi already had a candidate for secretary, he was completely captivated by Xia Yichu after meeting her today.

This was the first time he had ever met such a beautiful woman. Her face was so delicate it looked like you could squeeze water out of it, and she had a great figure. He was determined to get Xia Yichu and keep her in his office as his secretary.

That way, I can see her anytime, anywhere. It's so great to have a beautiful woman by my side at work.

The woman mentally criticized Yang Dazhi, thinking, "Pah, he's lecherous and useless, nowhere near as good as Zhang Guangfa."

"Being a secretary is too flashy; a clerical job is better. Besides, you only graduated from elementary school; you don't have the qualifications to be a secretary, and there are many things you can't do."

Yang Dazhi started touching him inappropriately again; he couldn't wait for Tuesday to arrive.

"No! I want to be your secretary, that's what you promised me."

The woman turned over and sat up, and as usual, used her full, rounded breasts to coax Yang Dazhi's mouth.

"Alright, being a clerk isn't bad either. Do you know how many people are scrambling to be clerks in garment factories?"

Seeing that the woman was relentless, Yang Dazhi instantly lost interest, pushed her away, and got up to put on his clothes.

Yang Dazhi is right. Their garment factory is a state-owned enterprise that provides employees with benefits such as housing, medical care, and children's education.

Workers in the 1990s had the concept of a secure job, and they were desperate to get in. Clerk positions in state-owned enterprises were indeed highly sought after.

"Dazhi, I was wrong. Don't be angry. I'll listen to you."

The woman got up and sat on the bed, hugging Yang Dazhi's waist. She still needed Yang Dazhi and couldn't afford to offend him.

"Okay, I'm not angry. It's just that your diploma isn't high enough. Oh, by the way, I bought you some fried noodles, remember to eat them."

I have to go home now; if I get home too late, my wife will throw a tantrum. Come here, give me a kiss.

The two kissed again, and Yang Dazhi touched her for a while before leaving.