A whirlwind marriage with a high-ranking official: Lights out, don't force me to take the initi

After returning to the venue, Ye Wenxi called Lu Weidong and told him that he was treating Zhou Xuchen to dinner at the venue that evening, around six o'clock, and asked them both to come over.

Lu Weidong was unaware of the conclusions they had reached during their analysis at the venue today.

Ye Wenxi invited Zhou Xuchen again, presumably because the problem was a bit tricky. He readily agreed and said they would come together.

"Everyone, let's get to know each other. This is Sister Shen, who will be taking over the cleaning duties from Yingxue." Zhang Yunxia brought in a new cleaning staff member and asked her to hand over her work to Wang Yingxue. The standards would be the same as those written by Wang Yingxue, and the salary would be the same.

The handover was completed quickly, and starting tomorrow, the cleaning staff here will be Sister Shen instead of Wang Yingxue.

After seeing the newlyweds off, Zhang Yunxia and Wang Yingxue walked back from the door and started chatting about Ye Wenxi.

"It seems like there's nothing that can stump her," Zhang Yunxia said.

"Yeah, she said she wanted so many organizations to side with us. I can't even imagine how difficult that would be, how even possible?" Wang Yingxue muttered softly.

"Don't worry, Wenxi definitely knows what she's doing. Just wait and see," Zhang Yunxia said confidently.

The two walked around from behind the screen to Ye Wenxi's desk.

Ye Wenxi spread her legs wide, her legs shaking wildly on the ground, her elbows resting on the glass tabletop, and her hands rummaging through her hair, vigorously rubbing her scalp.

She lowered her arm again, looked up at the sky and sighed deeply. At this moment, Ye Wenxi's hair was disheveled and her brows were furrowed.

Zhang Yunxia and Wang Yingxue exchanged a glance and stood there, not daring to move.

"She seems a little worried too," Wang Yingxue whispered.

"Oh, no way, that's a big deal. Who wouldn't worry about that?" Zhang Yunxia immediately changed her tune and lowered her voice.

She walked over and sat down next to Ye Wenxi.

"Wenxi, are you troubled?" Zhang Yunxia asked in a low voice.

"I'm so...worried...sigh!" she muttered, enunciating each word clearly, before letting out a long sigh.

"Let's just report it to the police," Zhang Yunxia advised her.

Ye Wenxi shook his head.

"It was bound to come to this sooner or later. The sooner we take this step, the more advantageous it will be for us. The longer this is delayed, the more prepared the other side will be." She crossed her arms, her tone resolute, but her brows were still furrowed.

"How can I help?" Zhang Yunxia asked anxiously, as she genuinely wanted to share Ye Wenxi's burden.

Ye Wenxi turned her head, frowned, and asked her:

"Sister Yunxia, ​​have you ever dealt with the Political Department?"

Zhang Yunxia moved her chair forward and whispered in Ye Wenxi's ear:

"We've only dealt with people in the community before. Like when there was trouble in the compound, or when military families got into conflicts with others, I stepped in to mediate." She lowered her voice, "But I've never been involved in things like this outside."

"Public relations..." Ye Wenxi muttered, his brows furrowing even more.

"Relationship...hiss..." She resumed her previous actions, muttering to herself while vigorously rubbing her hair.

Suddenly, Ye Wenxi seemed to remember something, and her hand, which was scratching her hair, abruptly stopped. She remained in that position, motionless, for a few seconds.

"Sister Yunxia!" she suddenly called out, bringing Zhang Yunxia, ​​who had just gotten up to leave, back to reality.

"Come out with me." Ye Wenxi grabbed her and walked out.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yunxia stumbled as she was pulled.

"Let's talk outside," Ye Wenxi said without turning her head.

Ye Wenxi pulled her to a corner further away from the warehouse, and only stopped after making sure no one was around.

"What do you want to ask?" Zhang Yunxia asked in a low voice.

"In all these years in this compound, have you ever encountered a time when the military region was 'getting serious' with external forces?" Ye Wenxi's eyes were bright, with a hint of urgency.

Zhang Yunxia looked at her, her eyes showing some hesitation and nervousness.

"To put it bluntly, it's something the military region wouldn't normally interfere with, something that's not under its jurisdiction, but they've insisted on doing!" Ye Wenxi said directly, without beating around the bush.

"Hiss..." Zhang Yunxia tilted her head, frowning as she thought for a long time. "Let me think."

"Huh? Is that so? I don't know if it's the kind of 'serious' thing you're talking about." She suddenly remembered and leaned forward.

"Tell me!" Ye Wenxi urged her impatiently.

Zhang Yunxia then recounted an incident from two years ago.

At that time, a group of speculators sold cheap grain to the public, claiming it was relief grain from the military region's disaster relief efforts, and that they had connections to get their hands on it and sell it cheaply.

There were indeed major floods that year, and many places were affected, leading to a shortage of food.

The people queuing up to buy grain thought that the grain from the military region should be trustworthy.

When they bought it and ate it, they found that the rice on top was fine, but there was sand mixed in at the bottom of the rice bag.

Later, many voices of dissatisfaction with the military region emerged.

Some people actually believed that the military region was selling disaster relief grain, and that it was even selling inferior grain mixed with sand.

Upon hearing this, Ye Wenxi's eyes lit up.

"It seems the military region has intervened before. Don't you think our situation this time is very similar to theirs?" Ye Wenxi's lips curled into a smile.

Zhang Yunxia was taken aback for a moment, then quickly realized: "Wenxi, are you trying to...lead us that way?"

"Yes! Sister Yunxia, ​​there's something I need your help with." Ye Wenxi took her hand and said in a low voice.

She told Zhang Yunxia the whole plan, and Zhang Yunxia's eyes lit up as she listened, then she nodded vigorously.

"Okay, I'll go get it right away!"

The two quickly returned to the location and began to divide the tasks.

Since the military region has precedents for not interfering in ordinary business or individual operations, if this matter violates the unity between the military and the people, damages the relationship between the military and the people, or even establishes hostile sentiments, then the seriousness will not be that of an ordinary commercial dispute.

Ye Wenxi called Li Yanyu and asked her to organize a training session the next day to talk about Zhang Yunxia and the quality inspection standards she had developed.

Li Yanyu was a little confused: "Didn't you just tell someone about this a few days ago?"

"Then let's conduct an on-site assessment and go over the weak points again. This matter must be implemented thoroughly by everyone. Quality and standards cannot rely solely on self-discipline," Ye Wenxi said firmly.

Actually, she had other plans, but she didn't tell Li Yanyu. The fact that she had Zhang Yunxia run away earlier was also related to this.

She asked Zhang Yunxia to go to the publicity department and print out the garment company's quality inspection standards, procedures, operating regulations, and other rules and regulations in large print to create a temporary, eye-catching bulletin board.

Although quality and quality control have always been top priorities for ready-to-wear companies, "doing it well" and "being seen as doing it well" are two different things.

She usually doesn't like to make a fuss, but now it's time for the "Political Department" to know about this.

Since she has decided to steer this matter toward the military region's red lines, she needs solid evidence, a grand occasion, and a series of rules and regulations to support her claim.

Otherwise, even if others have problems, the clothing company itself will not receive support if it has not established itself.

Simply saying "our quality is good" is not enough.

The military region doesn't easily trust people; what they trust is consumer word-of-mouth, traceable standards, and management mechanisms.