Winter passed quietly, and a new factory was built on the outskirts of Lincheng in the east. It was named Xinlong Textile Factory. The boss was a man named Shang Hong. He specially invited Jiang Facheng to be the director of the textile factory.
When Jiang Shuyao saw that the textile factory was back in operation, she was extremely excited: "Dad, you can continue to work in the textile factory again."
Although the textile factory does not belong to their family, it is better for Dad to do a familiar job than to have him depressed at home.
Boss Shang used to be a tailor. After making some money, he focused on the textile industry. After he learned that Jiang Facheng was once the boss of Jiang's Textile Factory, he visited the thatched cottage and asked him to be the director of the factory.
The incident at Jiang's Textile Factory was a hot topic in the winter, but when we mention it again recently, everyone only remembers that the goods were of high quality and low price. As if they had lost their memory, they have forgotten that Jiang's Textile Factory was substandard and that the boss, Jiang Facheng, violated female workers. Got into trouble.
"Dad, stop being busy and eat first. If you do this every day, your body will not be able to withstand it."
Jiang Facheng held the document and sketched with a pen without raising his head: "The factory has just opened, and there are many things that I need to keep an eye on."
His legs were recovering pretty well, and he was filled with work during the day, leaving no time for idle thoughts. However, late at night, Jiang Facheng saw his legs that could not stand up, and the pain that he thought he had forgotten resurfaced little by little, drowning him completely.
Jiang Shuyao returned to Miss Jiang San's position. Every time she went to the textile factory, the workers were polite to her, and sometimes even greeted her warmly: "Miss Jiang San is here."
She replied sweetly: "Yes, bring food to my dad."
Jiang Shuyao looked at the factory that was working more and more enthusiastically, but she felt even more lonely.
Her mind has always been clear, and everything is just a game played by the young master: after the glamor, what awaits her is endless darkness and abyss.
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"Excuse me! The second son of the Qin family, the fourth family in Lincheng, and Miss Jiang, the daughter of Jiang's textile factory, are getting married."
"Excuse me! The engagement ceremony of the two will be held in the most luxurious hotel in Lincheng!"
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The news that Qin Yanchi and Jiang Shuyao were getting married soon spread throughout Lincheng. The sudden wedding was like a storm and made countless young ladies in Lincheng feel sad, including Qi Man.
Qi Man stood on the highest viaduct in Lincheng, tore the newspaper in his hand into countless pieces, and threw it down from the height: "Damn it! Jiang Shuyao! You dog! Why did you take Qin Yanchi away from me!"
A woman walked up behind Qi Man, lit a cigarette and took a puff, then gave the cigarette to Qi Man: "Do you want it?"
Qi Man looked down at the woman arrogantly: "Who are you?"
"A person like you." Seeing Qi Man not picking up the cigarette, she took back her hand, "Are you unwilling? The person you love so much is going to marry someone else in the blink of an eye."
Qi Man tried hard to put away her expression, but her resentful eyes betrayed her: "Why are you angry! What do I have to be angry about! What do you, a dancer, know about love!"
The woman was not annoyed when she heard Qi Man's tone: "I just walked the same path you took, and I can't see you like this."
"Hmph, who do you think you are? I am the eldest lady of the Qi family, and it is not your turn to laugh at me, a lowly person like you. Get out of here and don't get in my way."
The woman shrugged, flicked the cigarette ashes, and said with a charming gesture: "You and I are friends, not enemies. As long as Jiang Shuyao dies, won't you have another chance? We can cooperate. You want a man, and I want that woman’s life.”
Qi Man turned around and looked...
