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After saying that, Zhang Yunxia stood up, walked up to Ye Wenxi, and took her hand.

"Wenxi, may I say a few words?" she asked softly, her eyes showing a hint of restraint.

"Of course, Sister Yunxia, ​​you can say whatever you want." Ye Wenxi held her hand.

Zhang Yunxia took a deep breath, turned to the crowd, smiled, and then spoke softly:

"Actually, I didn't think this was a big deal before. I kept advising Wenxi that we should just report it to the police."

"But Wenxi told us that these kinds of people can't be caught all the time, and they will definitely become harder and harder to catch."

"So, we'll just wait. We'll wait for Wenxi to come up with some ideas, wait for her to come up with some solutions, and wait for her to report to the leaders."

She paused, her voice softening:

"But today, when I saw the numbers that Director Zhou wrote on the blackboard, I realized... how serious this matter is."

"It turns out it wasn't just a few returned items, resulting in a few hundred dollars in compensation. At this rate..."

She suddenly stopped, her eyes slightly red.

Everyone present understood that if things continued like this, Wenxi Garment Shop might not even last a year. Its reputation, trust, and the hard-won business would be ruined by counterfeit products.

"But to be honest," Zhang Yunxia's voice suddenly steadied, "there are difficulties, they are really difficult. But I don't feel there's no hope."

Her eyes lit up, as if something was burning within them.

"Wenxi has led us to where we are today. Every step of that was something we dared not even imagine back then, but we accomplished it all."

When Zhang Yunxia said this, she suddenly regained her usual straightforwardness, her voice clear and resolute.

Unbeknownst to the people in the meeting, the sound of a sewing machine in the corner suddenly quieted down.

"However, I have something I'd like to say to the leaders today." Zhang Yunxia held Ye Wenxi's hand tightly, not letting go. "Wenxi did this for us..."

Zhang Yunxia paused, her voice sounding as if it came from the depths of her heart.

"With her talent and ability, she could easily go back to Harbin to run her business, hire better technicians, and find more professional people. That way, more people would be able to help her. Unlike us, we often can't help her at all."

"I was thinking, how can I contribute? How can I help her?"

Just as Zhang Yunxia was about to continue speaking, a voice suddenly came from the side.

"I just want to ask, since we've encountered this situation, can the military region help us with it?" Li Yanyu's voice came from the back corner.

Ye Wenxi and Zhang Yunxia turned to look at her in surprise, and Zhou Qiwen also stood up and glanced in that direction.

"Auntie, please sit down and talk." He said gently, beckoning to Li Yanyu.

Li Yanyu didn't stand on ceremony. She took two steps forward, grabbed the edge of the table, and stood still, her face showing some anger: "I've looked at all those clothes, they all come from the same company. They're selling counterfeit goods and committing fraud, it's outrageous."

As she spoke, she couldn't help but pat the table.

"If they ruin the clothing company, oh dear, I'll be so angry I'll die!" Li Yanyu's voice trembled with anger.

"Auntie, calm down and talk slowly," Zhou Qiwen comforted Li Yanyu, gesturing for her to sit down and speak.

"You're the commander, right?" Li Yanyu asked, looking at Zhou Qiwen.

"Yes, I am Zhou Qiwen, the deputy commander of our military region." Zhou Qiwen looked at Li Yanyu and answered politely.

"Then can you help us manage this?" Li Yanyu asked bluntly, staring straight at him without flinching.

"Teacher Li, the military region is currently conducting an assessment, and they need to understand more details," Ye Wenxi quickly interjected.

"I know!" Li Yanyu waved her hand, her tone urgent and impulsive, "But even if we understand them, don't those people still need someone to manage them? Can you arrest one, or ten? If we're just arresting them, will we have time to do anything else?"

Li Yanyu was determined to go all out. She knew she was getting old and wasn't afraid of offending anyone, whether she spoke harshly or lightly. At this moment, she became Ye Wenxi and Zhang Yunxia's strongest "mouth double".

"Xiao Ye and the others won't open their mouths." She glanced at Ye Wenxi, then turned to Zhou Qiwen, "All they know is how to come up with solutions... Oh dear, I've seen this child so worried these past few days, she's been pulling her hair out every day, she's almost pulled all her hair out!"

Ye Wenxi opened her mouth but couldn't say anything. She just lowered her head and smiled shyly. As she smiled, her eyes reddened.

How could she not know Li Yanyu and Zhang Yunxia's intentions?

They were trying to help her out of a difficult situation, using their own methods and their own dignity at their age to speak up for her.

The sewing machines had all stopped sometime ago, and the whole place was quiet.

Ye Wenxi looked up and saw a scene that made her heart tremble: all the technicians and assistants had somehow ended up standing to the side.

Ye Wenxi went over to try and persuade everyone to return to their seats and continue working.

"Why is everyone here? We're not finished with our discussion yet. Please continue with your work."

"Xiao Ye, we're not here to watch the show."

"Moon-hee...I also have something to say."

........

Zhou Qiwen stood up, walked to Ye Wenxi's side, and gently raised his hand to stop her from speaking.

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the military wives one by one. They varied in age and appearance, but standing there, they all wore a resolute expression.

His gaze fell on Wang Yingxue.

"I remember you. You're Company Commander Sun's wife, aren't you?" His voice was low, tinged with reminiscence.

He remembered this young military spouse. When the news of Sun Chenglin's sacrifice came back, everyone in the military region was saddened for a long time. Such a young man, gone just like that, leaving behind such a young wife. Everyone felt sorry and heartbroken for the young couple.

"Yes, I am Sun Chenglin's wife." Wang Yingxue nodded.

"You work here too?" Zhou Qiwen looked at her, his tone showing concern.

"I'm not an employee here." Wang Yingxue shook her head, then looked at Ye Wenxi, "Wenxi asked me to learn here. She had everyone teach me a trade, lent me a sewing machine for free, and said that once I've mastered the skills, I can work with everyone."

Wang Yingxue paused for a moment, then spoke:

"Boss, I'm not an employee here, so I'm just expressing my own thoughts. Please don't blame Wenxi and the clothing company for my opinions, okay?"

"Okay, go ahead," Zhou Qiwen nodded.

Wang Yingxue took a deep breath, as if gathering some kind of strength.

"I haven't known Wenxi for very long. But in that short time, she taught me a trade and gave me hope. She's such a good person." Her voice began to tremble. "She never asks for help, she shoulders everything herself, she never tells us her troubles, but she must be going through so much hardship!"

She paused, her eyes red-rimmed, but she didn't stop speaking:

"Such a wonderful garment company, making things with such care, and treating its workers so well."

"Why...why can't someone help her?"

Wang Yingxue became increasingly anxious as she spoke. Her voice even began to choke up.

"Yingxue! Don't be afraid! We'll fight them to the end!" Sun Xiaolan suddenly spoke, her voice crisp and bright. "Wenxi, I'll work two extra hours every day, I'll make a few more pieces, and we'll sell more!"

"Xiao Ye!" Li Yanyu, adjusting her reading glasses, raised her voice louder than anyone else's. "If it's not working out, let's reduce our wages a bit, and hire a few more people to help you!"

"Yes, our labor costs are too high, I'm almost embarrassed to take such high fees!" a young technician chimed in. "We're facing some difficulties now, we need to save some money!"

"Exactly! What's wrong with earning a little less!"

"There are many of us, so if each of us does a few more things, we'll make everything!"

The technicians chattered away, their voices rising and their words becoming more frequent, as if they were holding a mobilization meeting before a forced march, or as if they were competing with someone.

Zhou Qiwen turned around, wanting to see Ye Wenxi's reaction.

But they found that she was facing away from the crowd, with her back to the blackboard, her shoulders slightly hunched, her head lowered, and her whole body motionless.

Ye Wenxi could no longer control her tears, which had already burst forth.

She's always been the kind of person who shoulders everything alone, and bearing immense pressure by herself has become a habit. She's a female warrior who keeps moving forward, never bowing her head in front of others, and never letting anyone see her weaknesses.

But at this moment, she was gently enveloped by the voices of a group of people. The things she had carried alone for so long were being taken from her little by little by them.

Director Huang, Director Chen, Zhou Xuchen, and everyone who attended the meeting today stood up.

Zhou Xuchen's gaze fell on the mark, the wreath, and the hands.

He has seen many famous designs from home and abroad, but none of them have ever given him a soul-stirring shock and power.

Because those hands in the design are actually alive.