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

In the first few days after Ye Wenxi returned, he went through the management mechanism and personnel of the garment company again.

Li Yanyu no longer does actual sewing practice; she focuses on training. She mentors newcomers, sets technical standards, and works with Zhang Yunxia to implement quality control procedures. Her monthly salary is a fixed seventy yuan, plus quarterly bonuses. Although it's not as much as piecework, for Li Yanyu, the calls of "Teacher Li" make her happier than any amount of money.

With the increasing number of skilled workers, a special team was formed, with Sun Xiaolan as the team leader. Her salary was increased by 20 yuan, and she was responsible for task assignment, progress tracking, quality control, and time management for ten skilled workers. Every morning, Xiaolan held a meeting for all the skilled workers, regardless of whether they were actually working on-site. The meeting reviewed everyone's current progress and addressed issues from the previous day.

Zhang Yunxia was responsible for assisting Ye Wenxi in overall management. This included implementing regulations, recruiting staff, calculating salaries, and handling daily administration. The fixed salary of one hundred yuan, excluding bonuses, surprised Chen Yuanchuan considerably.

Wang Yingxue continued learning sewing and design, and in her spare time helped Ye Wenxi compile business data. This data needed to be submitted to the military region as a management report regularly. Ye Wenxi covered her food expenses and allowed her to use the equipment for free.

The venue was also changed. The logistics department sent people to help with the adjustments. The technician area was expanded, and five new sewing machines were added. Two sets of screens were also custom-made, and two rooms were set aside for pre-sales and after-sales telephone sales. Two telephones were installed, while Ye Wenxi's telephone was used specifically for external communication on other matters.

A new door was opened in the back wall of the warehouse, specifically for receiving returned parcels and postal deliveries. It's next to the materials area, so you don't have to go around the front door to get things.

In addition, Ye Wenxi arranged a temporary office for Ding Jiahe, next to her, so that they could communicate at any time.

She glanced at her watch. She had arranged to meet Xiao He, the design assistant, at the clothing store today. She had sent Xiao He a task via errand a while ago, and Xiao He had called yesterday afternoon to say she'd completed part of it. Xiao He didn't have class today and asked if she could meet at the military base to discuss it further. Ye Wenxi agreed and arranged to pick her up at the military base gate at 10:00 AM.

"Da Ding, can you keep an eye on the phone for me? I'm going to pick someone up." Ye Wenxi picked up her bag, grabbed her car keys, and walked out.

Ding Jiahe called out from behind, "Try calling me Big Ding again!"

When Ye Wenxi arrived at the military region gate on his bicycle, Ding Jiahe had already arrived.

"Teacher Ye." Ding Jiahe quickly came to greet her.

Ye Wenxi: "Have you been waiting long?"

"No, no, I just arrived," Ding Jiahe said with a smile and a wave of her hand.

Ye Wenxi: "Let's go, we can get in after registering."

After Ding Jiahe finished registering, Ye Wenxi got on her bicycle and patted the back seat: "Get on, I'll take you there."

"This... I'm so sorry." Ding Jiahe took a step back.

"It's alright, it's a bit far to walk, come on up." Ye Wenxi turned to look at her.

Ding Jiahe smiled slightly, turned sideways and sat down, holding onto the edge of the seat cushion, her body taut and not daring to lean forward.

Ye Wenxi pedaled twice, the vehicle swayed slightly, but then stabilized.

"Hold me up, or I won't be responsible if I fall."

"No, no, I can sit still..."

Before she could finish speaking, the wheel ran over a stone, causing the vehicle to swerve. Ding Jiahe cried out "Ouch!" and quickly grabbed Ye Wenxi's clothes.

Ye Wenxi laughed out loud: "I told you to help me up, but you wouldn't."

Ding Jiahe blushed, clutching the hem of her clothes, not daring to let go. The bicycle slowly rode along the main road of the military district, the shadows of the plane trees sweeping across the two of them.

Ye Wenxi rode his bicycle, casually introducing the route.

"Next time you come, just register at the gate and you can get directly to our venue by taking this road. Don't take the main road on the left, it's a bit roundabout." She said as she turned the car to the right.

"Wenxi—!"

Ye Wenxi slammed on the brakes, the wheels scraping against the ground with a short screech. She turned around and saw Lu Weidong running towards her from the office building.

He was wearing a military uniform, the buttons fastened tightly, the collar close to his neck, and the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing his well-defined arms. The morning sun shone on him, causing the stars on his epaulets to flicker, making one squint.

The way he ran towards us was like a breeze, his clothes billowing and falling back down with the air currents. His military uniform made his face look even more handsome, and he was like a shadow cleaved out of the light, tall and sharp, each step striking the heartstrings.

Ye Wenxi was momentarily stunned by the sight of him running towards her with a smile on his face.

Wait a minute—?

What's with this inexplicable filtered look?

She subconsciously turned her head to look at Ding Jiahe in the back seat. The child was frozen in the back seat, as if struck by lightning, her mouth slightly open, her eyes fixed on Lu Weidong, motionless, even forgetting to loosen her grip on the hem of her clothes.

Ye Wenxi: "............"

Damn it, you're messing with my plot again?!

Lu Weidong strode over, stopped in front of the bicycle, looked down at Ye Wenxi, his gaze so soft it could melt hearts.

"What?" Ye Wenxi asked irritably.

"Have lunch with me," he said gently, as if coaxing me.

"No, I have things to do." Ye Wenxi's tone was not good.

"You still need to eat," Lu Weidong continued to coax.

"We'll talk about it later on the phone," Ye Wenxi waved her hand.

"Okay, I'll wait for you in the cafeteria at noon." Lu Weidong said with a smile on his lips, then turned and ran away.

Ye Wenxi then turned to Ding Jiahe and said, "Oh, this is my lover."

"Yes, I remember. I saw you at the bookstore entrance before," Ding Jiahe smiled.

Ye Wenxi thought to herself: I know you remember, I just want to say it again.

Ye Wenxi rode Xiao He to the venue and introduced everyone working there, including Zhang Yunxia and Ding Jiahe.

"From now on, we'll distinguish between them like this: you can call her Xiao Ding, and I'll call you Xiao He, okay?"

"Hello, Sister Ding." Xiao He extended her hand in a friendly manner. "I never expected to meet someone with the exact same name as me, and even work together."

Ye Wenxi smiled beside her, but inwardly thought: Heh, I roughly know what kind of fate this is.

Wenxi led the design assistant on a tour of the entire venue, and then the two quickly got down to business.

"Teacher Ye, these are some ideas you shared with me last time. I've spent some time creating a first draft design. Do you think it's acceptable?"

Ye Wenxi stared at the sketch of a woman's summer dress for a few seconds:

How long did it take to create this image?

"It took about three hours from drawing to finishing the revisions," Xiaohe answered truthfully.

Ye Wenxi looked at the drawing and tapped his finger on the table a few times.

"I'll give you a question on the spot, and you need to draw it as quickly as possible."

Xiao He paused for a moment, then nodded, quickly rummaged through her package, took out a pencil and a sketchbook, laid them on the table, sharpened the pencil, and looked up to wait for the questions.

Seeing that she was ready, Ye Wenxi began to speak:

"Draw a little black dress. The waist should be cinched to accentuate the figure, with a square neckline, slightly flared cuffs, and a length just past the knee. It should look smart and poised, suitable for both everyday and formal occasions, but not too stiff; it should have a touch of softness."

Xiao He held the pencil, paused for a moment, and her eyes darted around quickly, as if she were sketching a picture in her mind.

Then he put pen to paper, starting the lines from the neckline downwards. He drew a few strokes, paused to look, and then erased and corrected them. The whole process of drawing and revising, with the pencil scratching on the paper, lasted for about twenty minutes.

Ye Wenxi stood to the side, arms crossed, without saying a word.

Xiao He carefully handed the finished drawing to Ye Wenxi, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Ye Wenxi glanced down.

"Xiao He, do you know what your biggest problem is right now?" Ye Wenxi put the drawing on the table.

"Is it... that the design isn't good enough? Or... that it doesn't meet the functional requirements?" Xiaohe asked cautiously.

Ye Wenxi shook his head.

"Actually, your design skills at this level already meet my expectations."

She paused.

"Your biggest problem is... you're too slow."