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

Around 8 o'clock, the members of the clothing company arrived one after another.

Sun Xiaolan rushed in just in time, putting down her bag as she ran: "Oh dear, Fangfang was acting strangely today, she absolutely refused to go to kindergarten, I had to coax her for ages before I finally got her in."

Ye Wenxi smiled at her and said, "It's okay, you're not late. It doesn't matter if you're early or late."

"That won't do. Our morning meeting is scheduled for eight o'clock, and we can't keep everyone waiting for me," Sun Xiaolan said hurriedly.

She quickly took a roll of toilet paper from the cupboard and announced, "Time for the morning meeting!"

With a whoosh, the crowd stood up, and the ten technicians walked toward the conference table, chatting and laughing.

Ye Wenxi looked at the roll of paper in Sun Xiaolan's hand and couldn't help but laugh.

It was a sheet of A2-sized white paper, on which the tasks assigned to the technicians for the week were written, along with their progress. This was a suggestion Ye Wenxi gave Sun Xiaolan during a chat. The technicians in the group held a morning meeting every day to facilitate communication about progress, understand difficulties, and eliminate obstacles. It was the meeting communication method that Wenxi used most often in his project teams in the 21st century.

Sun Xiaolan unfolded the paper and pasted it on the blackboard, holding it down with wooden strips at both ends.

"Let me first talk about the overall progress." She held a pen and stood in front of the white paper. "The finished products from the trade fair are still 20% complete. Everyone is working quite fast, but there is still a lot of backlog, mainly because the number of orders has increased significantly. Last week, we had 20 more orders than the week before. The new sisters need to practice more and improve their speed."

"Now everyone, please take turns speaking. Is there anything you need, or any support you require?"

Sun Xiaolan asked everyone, picked up a sheet of white paper, and began to look at the contents on it. While listening, she marked the progress on the large white paper.

These blank sheets of paper were given to her by each technician the night before, with notes on "What I did today".

This wasn't something Ye Wenxi taught her; Sun Xiaolan figured it out herself.

Sun Xiaolan held morning meetings for a few days, but she felt that the efficiency was a bit slow. Everyone had to go through the progress, and each morning meeting took at least an hour.

At times, they would even start chatting with each other, one saying a few words and the other adding a few, making the whole scene quite chaotic. She felt that this was affecting her work.

So Sun Xiaolan simply stopped allowing everyone to report progress on the spot.

She asked each technician to write a note every night before leaving get off work, stating "What I did today, what I accomplished, and what I haven't finished."

She would review it first at the morning meeting the next day, and if there were any problems, she would raise them during the meeting; otherwise, she would quickly move on.

When Ye Wenxi heard her about this method, she almost burst out laughing. Wasn't this just a daily work report? But she had to admit that this method did improve efficiency considerably.

This stumped Sister Liu, because she didn't know how to read very well.

The task that Shen Qiumei saw at the mutual aid society today, "Please ask a teacher to teach me to recognize characters," was posted by her.

"How about this, Sister Liu, you come and tell me every day before you get off work, and I'll write for you separately for a while," Sun Xiaolan said.

"Okay, thank you, Xiaolan." Sister Liu was a little embarrassed.

Sun Xiaolan's morning meetings were initially suggested by Ye Wenxi. Later, Sun Xiaolan became more and more enthusiastic about them. She found that every time she held a meeting, everyone competed to do better, which boosted everyone's enthusiasm even more than before.

You do four, I do five—it's not just about making money; it seems like there's a competitive spirit involved. However, she didn't forget to repeatedly emphasize at every meeting: pay attention to details, pay attention to quality, and absolutely no rework is allowed.

Ye Wenxi listened from the side, and sometimes had to press down a bit, telling him not to rush, quality first, speed second.

"Sister Wang, don't take them yet, finish these first."

"Xiao Hu, you had to redo your work once last time. Be careful, or your bonus will be deducted next time."

.......

After answering everyone's questions, Sun Xiaolan put her pen on the table.

"Alright, is everything settled? Meeting adjourned~ Let's get back to work!"

Several people stood up. Some went back to the sewing machine, while others went home. The sound of the sewing machine gradually filled the room with its rhythmic clatter.

Ye Wenxi walked up to Sun Xiaolan: "Xiaolan, can Fangfang take the day off tomorrow? We need to take promotional photos for the spring collection."

"Sure, I'll have her come with me tomorrow," Sun Xiaolan readily agreed.

Ye Wenxi walked to the finished clothing rack, looking at the men's clothes with a bit of a worry. Wang Hao's injuries hadn't fully healed yet. Although he could change clothes and walk, the exertion of a day and a half had taken its toll. They needed to find a new model for this batch of spring's new collection. Who should they choose?

At lunchtime in the cafeteria, Ye Wenxi picked up a bite of food, ate with her head down, and kept glancing up at Lu Weidong every now and then. On her sixth sneaky glance, she found Lu Weidong staring straight at her.

Ye Wenxi paused with her chopsticks for a moment, then turned her face away guiltily.

"Get to the point. Why are you acting like you've done something wrong?" Lu Weidong put down his chopsticks, picked up his teacup, and took a sip of water.

Ye Wenxi put down her chopsticks and took a breath: "Wang Hao hasn't fully recovered yet, you know that. The spring collection is out, and we need to take promotional photos."

Lu Weidong's hand, holding the teacup, froze in mid-air. The next second, his eyes darted around, staring at the tea leaves in the cup. He pretended to blow on them, put the lid back on, and continued eating, as if he hadn't heard what had just been said.

Ye Wenxi lowered her head and stared into his eyes from below: "Are you pretending to be deaf?"

"I won't do it..." Lu Weidong turned his face away, refusing to look at Ye Wenxi.

"Then where am I supposed to find a model? You won't help me when it matters, are you even a real couple?" Ye Wenxi said, pinching him as she did so.

Lu Weidong gritted his teeth, determined to die rather than submit.

He knew that Wang Hao had applied blush and lipstick when he modeled last time, and Lu Weidong would rather be shot than do that.

Ye Wenxi paused on the table with her chopsticks in hand: "I don't care. Go get me one."

"Do you have to mess with people?" Lu Weidong was a little conflicted.

"What do you mean by 'huo huo'? That's makeup and styling required for promotional photos!" Ye Wenxi poked his arm with her chopsticks. "Are you going to help or not?"

Lu Weidong held his teacup in silence.

Ye Wenxi: "Lu Weidong!"

Lu Weidong: "........"

Ye Wenxi: "Please help me... my giant python."

"Pfft—!" Lu Weidong almost spat out his drink.

"Ahem... I'll go ask about it this afternoon." Lu Weidong wiped his mouth.

Ye Wenxi's lips curved slightly as she picked up her chopsticks again and added, "I need someone tall, at least 1.85 meters, with a strong and well-proportioned physique, weighing no more than 150 to 180 pounds, depending on their height. And handsome, at least as good-looking as Wang Hao."

"The facial features must be thick eyebrows and big eyes, otherwise one won't photograph well."

"By the way, it would be best if you could manage your facial expressions, instead of having such a cold face towards everyone like you."

Lu Weidong's eye twitched, and he clenched his fist.

I really want to pinch her again.