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

Ye Wenxi walked to his desk and dialed the phone number for the commander's secretary's office.

She first identified herself and explained that the second quarter was coming to an end, the garment company had been operating for some time, and she wanted to report on its recent business management to the military region.

She prepared a report, which would be sent to the logistics department. However, as it was a pilot project for joint military-civilian operations, it was personally approved by Deputy Commander Zhou. She wanted to ask if she could send a copy to the commander's office.

The officer certainly knew Ye Wenxi, and even knew about the clothing company and the mutual aid society.

"Comrade Ye, the Commander is currently in a meeting. I will consult with the Commander later after the meeting concludes. I will inform you of the results," the clerk said politely.

"Okay, may I ask how I should address you?" Ye Wenxi asked.

"My name is Jiang Shouyi. I'm an officer in the Commander's Office. You can just call me Officer Jiang."

"Okay, thank you, Officer Jiang," Ye Wenxi said and hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Wenxi leaned back in her chair and flipped through the report in front of her again.

Ye Wenxi made significant adjustments to the content and structure of this report.

In addition to operational data, the book devotes considerable space to the definition of skilled worker ranks, employee management, and compensation system.

The first section covers the welfare and compensation system for skilled workers, in which she divides them into several levels.

Ordinary sewing technicians are at level one, skilled technicians are at level two, backbone workers like Sun Xiaolan are at level three, then Zhang Yunxia is at level two, and the highest level is master craftswoman like Li Yanyu.

The salary varies depending on the level, and there are additional base salary, skills allowance, and performance bonus, all calculated separately.

She had already discussed this with the employees at the management meeting before writing the report, and she also emphasized the importance of skills and learning.

A skill needs to be constantly improved; it's not something you can master and then rest on your laurels.

Ordinary skilled workers receive basic piece-rate wages. The higher the skill level, the more difficult the work they undertake, and the higher their corresponding base salary and additional subsidies.

Benefits and compensation are all tied to ability; the more capable you are, the more you receive.

In addition, she also wrote a development plan for the future of skills.

For example, in the design position, the clothing company does not have a full-time designer yet; Xiaohe is only a half-intern.

However, she still included the development of the design position in her report, clearly listing the corresponding salary, promotion path, and future plans.

Overall, this report highlights the importance of skills and expertise in the practical implementation of garment manufacturing in the garment industry.

There are plans and arrangements at both the ideological and management levels.

The goal is to guide everyone to focus on skill improvement and enhance their professional level.

Ye Wenxi sat at his desk for a while longer, waiting for the commander's call.

I waited for almost an hour, but the phone didn't ring.

She glanced at the time; it was almost time to meet with the mutual aid society.

Just as I was about to ask Zhang Yunxia to keep an eye on the phone, it rang.

Ring ring ring—

"Feed?" Ye Wenxi answered the phone, assuming it was someone from the commander's side.

"Feed? Ye Wenxi?" A deep voice came from the other end of the phone. "It's me, Su Feng."

Ye Wenxi was taken aback.

Su Feng had never called her, let alone come to the clothing company.

"Ah, Section Chief Su, hello there."

"What does Section Chief Su want to see me about?" Ye Wenxi asked.

Su Feng paused for a moment: "There's something I want to tell you."

"My superiors assigned me a task: to act alongside the film crew," Su Feng said. "Well... I agreed because I won't show my face; I'll just help arrange some special forces members for filming scenes, provide some combat guidance, record sound, and shoot long shots."

"Actually... the main purpose is to give the team members a chance to appear on camera."

After saying this, Su Feng immediately covered the microphone.

"Hiss—" He gritted his teeth, frowned, and cursed himself inwardly: Why the hell did I explain so much?

Ye Wenxi was also a little confused. "Is this an explanation to her?"

"That's good, Section Chief Su. Is there anything I can help you with?" Ye Wenxi brought up the topic again.

Su Feng coughed lightly, composed himself, and said, "There's something I'd like to ask you for a favor."

Ye Wenxi: "Oh, you said."

Su Feng: "The production crew said they needed to select service uniforms for some special forces soldiers, saying... they would be used in some filming scenes later."

Su Feng: "They asked me to come over this afternoon to help you choose clothes, but we have an important training session this afternoon, so we probably won't have much time."

Su Feng: "So I won't go. I'll leave this to you."

Ye Wenxi: "Okay, no problem. However... I won't be here this afternoon either, but I'll make sure someone else arranges things."

"Okay, thank you." Su Feng paused for a moment, "Oh...right..."

Ye Wenxi: "Hmm?"

Su Feng: "Are you alright? Is there anything I can help you with?"

Ye Wenxi suddenly realized that Su Feng was probably referring to the time he saw her crying that day.

"No, everything's fine, thank you, Section Chief Su," she said. "If there's nothing else, then that's all for now."

"Okay...that's good." Su Feng hung up the phone.

Su Feng put down the phone, let out a long sigh, interlaced his fingers on the table, and frowned deeply.

Actually, he didn't have any special training in the afternoon.

He just didn't want to go to the clothing company... or rather... he didn't dare to see Ye Wenxi.

He thought that by gradually distancing himself from her, he could extinguish these inappropriate thoughts.

He tried his best not to pay attention to anything related to the clothing company, tried his best not to go to the places she frequented, and tried his best to let life go back to the way it was before.

Training, meetings, and document review—day after day, without a ripple.

He thought time could smooth out all the thoughts that shouldn't exist.

But that night, they had just finished training. As he passed by the flower bed, he saw a bright light blue figure hiding behind it, with only a corner of his clothes and a blurry silhouette behind the flowers showing.

The moment he saw that figure, he immediately recognized it—it was Ye Wenxi.

He had intended to just pass by...

But his footsteps made him stop as if possessed.

He didn't approach, but stood in the shadows. After a moment, the figure emerged.

His face was streaked with tears, and his chest was soaked.

She's secretly crying?!

His head throbbed, a rush of hot blood surged to his head, as if someone had punched him in the chest, making it hard to breathe.

"Who bullied you...?"

He shouldn't have said those words; they just slipped out unconsciously.

She wasn't his person; he had no right to ask, much less to interfere.

But the moment he saw Ye Wenxi like this, a thought popped into his head, a thought that startled him—he wanted to protect her.

The thought startled him.

Anger, guilt, shame, and panic surged up at the same time, churning together like a pot of boiling porridge, bubbling and bubbling out.

After she rejected him, he suddenly realized something.

He quickly uttered a sentence, turned around and left, his steps long and hurried, as if he were fleeing.

Once he was out of Ye Wenxi's sight, he quickly started running again, heading towards the nearest place with a telephone.

He picked up the phone, took a few deep breaths, and then dialed the number.

At least... at least make sure she's safe.

This was the only thing he could do, and the only thing he dared to do.

He didn't leave immediately that day, but sat in a corner.

Only when Lu Weidong came running rapidly towards him from a distance did he slowly stand up and move away from the spot...

Su Feng buried his face in his hands and let out a long sigh.

All the frustration, regret, and self-blame were weighed down in his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.

He closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and furrowed his brow.