This is not a meal, this meal of noodles was specially prepared by the director of the factory in the canteen.

The canteen master of the textile factory is an aunt surnamed Qian, in her forties, who has been learning the craft with the master since she was fifteen years old, and now has a little grandson.

"Look at you as thin as a bamboo pole, eat more...... What do you mean you can't eat? Don't you like white noodles? ”

"Aunt Qian, Aunt Qian, I have a small appetite, I really can't eat it." Lin Nianhe held the bowl and begged for mercy, "This is the noodles you made, I cooked them myself, I can't even eat this half, don't give me it, I can't eat it and waste it." ”

Aunt Qian waved a big rice spoon, which was particularly oppressive.

She pointed at Lin Nianhe and said, "When I was your age, I could eat six nests in one meal, and you can take a look at you again." ”

"That must be your grandmother's cooking is delicious, and you are a daughter inheriting her mother's business." Lin Nianhe smiled and took the chopsticks to slip.

"Stand there!"

Aunt Qian shouted, and Lin Nianhe immediately stood upright.

Aunt Qian scooped up a boiled egg and put it in Lin Nianhe's bowl, and glared at her with disgust: "Did you smear honey on your mouth?" Eat the eggs. ”

"Hehe, the honey you just stole from your back kitchen, sweet, isn't it?"

Lin Nianhe said a word and hurriedly slipped away.

If she doesn't leave, Aunt Qian has to press her to bring another chopstick noodles.

Lin Nianhe found a vacant seat to sit down to eat, and behind her, Aunt Qian was still disgusted that other girls ate less.

The cafeteria was very lively because of the rich aunts, and it seemed that the tension of the girls when they first came was wiped out in an instant.

After everyone had finished cooking, the director of the factory didn't know where to get out.

The victims who came here were all girls, and when they suddenly saw a man who looked like a leader, they were all unconsciously afraid.

Director Ji hurriedly waved his hand: "I'll tell you a few things, you eat, don't delay." ”

He said that he would let people eat, but no girl dared to move the chopsticks, and even Xu Qingqing, who wanted to bring food to her mother first, sat on the stool honestly and did not dare to move a step.

The director of the factory was a little confused.

It's the first time that so many people have taken him as a leader, and it's so strange.

He put his hands behind his back and turned his head to look at Aunt Qian.

Aunt Qian: "What are you looking at?" No yours! ”

The director of the meter factory breathed a long sigh of relief.

That sounds right!

He is used to their feeling of not treating the factory director as a bean bag!

After all, the efficiency of the textile factory in the past was not good, and there were only a few workers in the factory, this is the technical backbone, the sales backbone, and the one is full...... Looking left and right, it seems that he is dispensable as the factory director.

Lin Nianhe held the chopsticks, he really couldn't hold back, and laughed with a snort.

She said to the other girls, "Let's eat, or the noodles will be lumped." ”

"That's it, eat you, and listen to him without mouth." Aunt Qian followed.

Hearing them say this, the girls hesitated to pick up the chopsticks, but they didn't put them in their mouths for a long time.

The factory director cleared his throat and said: "That, you just came, take a good rest today, go to the union tomorrow morning to get work clothes and labor protection supplies, and then follow the master to learn to make hair flowers, you will all be regular workers, if someone in your family can do odd jobs, they will be settled according to the normal salary." ”

Director Ji's eyes swept over them one by one, and continued: "You have all met Deputy Director Wu of the trade union, right? If you have any difficulties in the future, go to her, if there is anything at home, you will squeak, oh yes, our children in Lan County go to school in the county to get tuition, if you have younger brothers and sisters who want to go to school, go to the commune to issue a certificate, and then go to the school to report. ”

The director of the factory did not mention anything about the past, and only regarded them as new ordinary workers.

After he finished what he had to say, he said to Lin Nianhe: "Xiaolin, you come to my office after eating." ”

"Okay." Lin Nianhe responded, "I'll take them to the union and go over to recognize the door." ”

"Okay, you're done."

After finishing speaking, the director of the factory hurriedly left, really afraid that he would scare these girls again.

When he left, Lin Nianhe said to everyone: "If you have to go back to deliver food to your family, you can go back directly, and I will take the rest of the people to the union to recognize the door later, and you can go together tomorrow morning." ”

"Good...... Thank you. ”

The girls left the cafeteria with grateful faces.

Lin Nianhe finished eating slowly, said a few words to Aunt Qian, and gave Aunt Qian some of the food that was stuffed by everyone in the family courtyard just now, and then left with the girls.

Aunt Qian was peeling peanuts in the cafeteria, looking at these girls, she couldn't help but sigh lightly.

"Poor thing, they look like quails, what's going on in the family......"

She muttered softly, shaking her head in distress.

Lin Nianhe took the girls around the textile factory, pointed out the trade union and the factory to them, and then sent people out.

The family home was next to the factory, just a wall, and she didn't send them again.

"Uncle Ji."

Lin Nianhe knocked on the door of the office of the factory director.

"Hey, come in."

Lin Nianhe pushed the door in, and the director of the factory was looking at her with a happy face: "Hehe, Xiaolin!" The balance of the remittance from Kapasar is here! ”

"Huh? So fast? Lin Nianhe was a little surprised.

"Come, sit down." The director of the factory waved his hand at Lin Nianhe again and again, and showed her the remittance slip, "Look at it, the balance of the first batch of goods has been settled!" ”

Lin Nianhe looked sideways, and quickly calculated in his heart, and it was really all the balance of the first batch of goods that had been settled.

"I remember that the first shipment was only delivered for more than a month, right? How can it be so fast? Lin Nianhe asked casually.

At the beginning, the deadline for the final payment she gave to Uncle Capasa was five months, and now it has only been paid in one month, which can only show that-

The hair flowers are selling really well in Milan!

"Who says it's not, hahahahahaha......ha

The director smiled so hard that he showed his back molars.

Lin Nianhe didn't smile, his fingers tapped on the table and calculated.

Director Ji laughed alone for a while, feeling a little lonely, and looked at Lin Nianhe and asked suspiciously: "Xiaolin, why don't you laugh?" ”

Lin Nianhe: "Hahaha? ”

Seeing her cope like this, the director suddenly became nervous, put down the remittance slip and rubbed his hands and asked, "Could it be that there is anything else?" Isn't that all the money given to us? ”

"Oh, that's not it," Lin Nianhe realized that the director had misunderstood, and hurriedly said, "I was just thinking that according to the current situation, Uncle Capasa should be able to develop his business to Paris soon, so ......"

Director Ji's eyes lit up, and he didn't need Lin Nianhe to say anything: "So the quota of five million flowers for our autumn fair is not enough!" ”

"Yes."

"Hahahahaha, that's a good thing! Why can't you laugh? ”

Lin Nianhe poured a basin of cold water on his head: "Can you make it?" ”