"Okay, okay, then you can get busy."

Bing Lao also made a joke with her, and when he saw her explaining so nervously, he couldn't help laughing, "But no matter how busy you are, don't forget to eat." ”

"Don't worry, there is a working meal in the factory, and it tastes good."

While Wen Nian was talking, the two of them had already come to the door of the big office, "You go to dinner quickly, I won't delay you."

"Let's go, let's go, I know you're busy."

Bing Lao waved his hand and turned to walk in the direction of his old friends.

Wen Nian smiled, waved his hand and hurriedly rode out of the school gate.

"Mom."

As soon as I entered the courtyard of the factory, I heard a childish voice, followed by the sound of galloping footsteps.

"Slow down, be careful not to fall."

Wen Nian hurriedly got out of the car, parked the car properly, greeted the little figure running over, and picked up the child, "Qing'er didn't make trouble for her aunt and uncle, right?" ”

"Mom, don't worry, I'm good, I haven't caused any trouble."

The little guy was held in his mother's arms, and he snuggled up to his mother sweetly, "I also helped cut the thread." ”

"My aunt and uncle praised me for my ability."

"It turns out that my family Qing'er is so capable."

Wen Nian was amused by his childish words, "Then tell my mother now, is my aunt in the workshop or in the office?" ”

"In the packing room."

Jiaqing immediately replied, "How can a person as hard-working as my aunt sit in the office and rest?" ”

"Who told you that being in the office is a break?"

Wen Nian was amused by his youngest son's words, "Whether it's in the office or in the workshop, it's all work, but the nature of the work is in a different direction." ”

She walked quickly to the packaging workshop with the child in her arms, and talked to the child: "By the way, did your brother and sister go out again today?" ”

Jiaqing: "...... Well, yes. ”

Knowing that he couldn't hide it from his mother, Jiaqing didn't hide it either, so he admitted it after a little hesitation.

Then he comforted: "Mom, don't worry, my brothers and sisters are so old, they are measured." ”

"How old?"

Wen Nian looked sideways at his son who was nestled in his arms, "Your brother is only twelve, and your sister is not even ten years old." ”

Jiaqing: In the last life of the "......", they all started to run around doing small business at this age.

It was also from this period that the sisters' lives began to improve little by little.

But he couldn't say this, lest his mother feel distressed.

Seeing that the youngest son didn't speak, Wen Nian put him down: "Go play, mom will talk to your aunt and uncle about something, and I'll have lunch with you later." ”

"Okay."

Seeing that her mother didn't say anything more, Jiaqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Mom, don't work too hard, our family is not short of money, and we don't need to be so tired." ”

"Got it."

Wen Nian rubbed her little son's head dotingly, and successfully rubbed the soft hair into the packaging workshop.

In the workshop, the front-line, ironing, folding and packing are busy.

"Hello Manager Wen."

"Manager Wen."

"Manager Wen is here."

As soon as she came in, some employees saw her and greeted her.

Wen Nian gestured kindly: "Everyone has worked hard, work hard, let you Ma Factory Director give you a bonus this month." ”

"Yes, Manager Wen is bright."

When the employees heard the news, they couldn't help but be more excited to work.

"Can this question be reversed?"

In front of the quality inspection table by the door of the private room workshop, Ma Conghua was looking at the batch of goods in front of him with the quality inspector, "Which one is responsible for this part?" ”

"Factory ...... Director, yes...... I'm in charge. ”

A young woman in her twenties stammered, her eyes red, "I, I didn't do a good job, you punish me." ”

"Then you're going to tell me, can this be reversed?"

Ma Conghua was obviously a little impatient, and her tone was not very friendly.

(End of chapter)