The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

"Today, our group's goal is to produce 200 vests~!"

"We have been learning for such a long time. Now everyone can do the whole set. I hope that everyone can work hard to complete this task and increase the output~!"

"This way, Director Jin will be happy to see it. Actually, I won't preach any big principles. We are all sisters here. If you want to stay, you still have to work hard, right~?"

The sewing workshop was upgraded and the number of people increased in a blink of an eye. Relying on her good skill in operating the sewing machine, Qin Huairu also became a team leader. Although the position was nominal, she could still stand out in front of these newcomers who had just entered the factory not long ago.

Among the seven or eight girls, no one dared to question Qin Huairu's words. As the first one to speak out, if the factory was not willing to keep her during the internship period, she might pack up and leave in a blink of an eye.

"Sister Huairu, 200 pieces, isn't that a bit too much? I think my sewing machine isn't adjusted properly yet, and I'm worried that it will hold everyone back~!"

Only one of them bit his lips lightly and made a small complaint in a mosquito-like voice.

"Xiao Xu, our team, including me as the acting team leader, has eight people in total, one more than the three teams next door. They've set a target of 200, but we have less. Do you think it's justifiable? What do you think, Director Jin? I'm definitely not leaving. There are seven of you, is it possible that one of you will have to leave?"

Qin Huairu used emphasis on the word "team leader" to emphasize her authority.

Then he gave examples of real situations, and threw the problem out again. For newcomers, it is still a big problem of being fired, and no one wants to be hit by it in the end.

What is this called? This is called the art of balancing between the lower levels, also known as the art of leadership. Qin Huairu, who learned it by herself, is now particularly adept at using it.

"Then we have no problem either. Team Leader Qin, if you want to blame someone, blame Team 3. They are so arrogant and set such a high goal for themselves. If they fail to achieve it, they will laugh at them~!"

Before the newcomer Xiao Xu could say anything, one of the young ladies quickly pulled her arm and signaled her to be quiet.

"We have no problem either~!"

The female workers expressed their opinions one after another, and Qin Huairu finally revealed a satisfied smile. Although her salary did not increase, the feeling of managing people made her feel good.

"Well, it's almost time, Xiaoyu, hurry to the cutting room, and the others should start getting ready to work~!"

After clapping their hands, this morning meeting of the 60s came to an end. Although it was not as formal as the one with people standing in a row, it had some similarities to it.

This doesn't happen in other groups. Only the group led by Qin Huairu will have this experience after work.

The main thing is that the paper was definitely for other groups to see, to show their performance. In such a cold day, she still insisted on holding a small meeting outside, showing that although Qin Huairu was not well educated, she still had the ability to lead a group.

Signaling everyone to go in and work, Qin Huairu folded her hands, supported her chin, and looked at the iron door leading to the stairs to the second floor. She had noticed during the meeting that two familiar faces had come.

One of them was his next-door neighbor, Jiang Defu from the research institute, and the other one seemed to be the relative who sent Jiang Defu’s lover to Beijing last time.

Although she couldn't remember the name, Qin Huairu could still recognize the person.

The puzzling thing is, how come Jiang Defu's relative is wearing the Red Star Factory uniform? Jiang Defu is in the security department, so it's not strange for him to wear that uniform. Isn't his relative from another place?

"What do you want to bring him here for? Could it be that he is working in our factory?"

Scarface came downstairs with an expressionless face, picked up the people, and drove Jiang Defu out. Qin Huairu saw the whole scene.

Things were developing in the direction she had guessed. After Scarface received the call, he locked the door and went upstairs. As soon as Jiang Defu turned around, Qin Huairu appeared and blocked him right in the middle.

"Good morning, Brother Jiang~!"

Her voice was unusually sweet. Even though she was already thirty years old, Qin Huairu could still sound like a sweet girl, which gave Jiang Defu, who was shivering with cold, goose bumps.

"Well, good morning, I have to go back~!"

Jiang Defu didn't have that many tricks, and he didn't want to get entangled with this widow who had been married several times. Although they were neighbors, he couldn't say much to this neighbor. "Don't, we're all in the factory anyway, and they won't remember you being late. I saw it all just now. Isn't that your relative? The one who brought your wife here when we moved last time?"

Raising her chin towards the iron gate, Qin Huairu dodged and stood in front of Jiang Defu again, asking curiously.

Jiang Defu was completely immune to the sweet-smiling Qin Huairu, and even had a hint of disgust. He thought, "Just because you saw it, you have to ask about it."

"These are not questions you should ask, Qin Huairu. Take good care of your children. If you steal sausages from my backyard again, I will really catch you next time~!"

Comrade Xiao Jiang's way of changing the subject was rather abrupt. He didn't want to reveal too much about Ouyang Yi, as this would not be a good thing for outsiders.

Even, it may still be a trouble.

"Don't worry, the child is young and doesn't understand. It's your sister who stuffed the sausages and made the child greedy. You are an adult, I will teach Banggeng a lesson when we get home~!"

Qin Huairu's face changed when she was exposed for stealing sausages again. But she changed back in an instant. These were all trivial matters. In comparison, Jiang Defu arranged for his relatives to work in the factory. This kind of backdoor work was considered a big deal in the factory.

Director Li repeatedly stressed that the sewing workshop should not engage in any of these filthy activities when recruiting external personnel.

"Just this once, you have to teach your child well, otherwise, sooner or later, something bad will happen. Be more careful next time~!"

Jiang Defu didn't really want to do anything to Banggeng. After all, he was a neighbor and he was still tolerant. After saying this, he was about to leave.

"Tsk, why are you in such a hurry? Your relatives have come to work in our factory. Tell me, whose connections did they follow? The job upstairs is pretty easy."

Seeing that Jiang Defu deliberately didn't mention this and wanted to leave, how could Qin Huairu agree? It was like she was a cat holding a mouse, and she would not let go of the opportunity once she got it.

"Qin Huairu~!"

Jiang Defu issued another stern warning, his tone much lower.

"Oh, Brother Jiang, you're just kidding. If you're in a hurry, just go back first. I'll go ask him after get off work~!"

After saying that, Qin Huairu moved aside, but the words she said made Jiang Defu frown and look at the widow sideways.

The matter was arranged by Secretary Li, and the Personnel Department was also aware that it was done through the back door, but why did this woman have to do this? The key point was that it was not easy to tell others about her brother-in-law's affairs.

"He came to work here with the approval of his superiors. If you have any questions, you can ask your leader whether he used connections. What you say doesn't count, and what I say doesn't count either. Only what the superiors say counts~!"

"Also, I hope you don't mind your own business~!"

If it were someone else, they might hold a grudge against him, and might even find a chance to make things difficult for Qin Huairu. But Jiang Defu was different. He would not do anything despicable and was easy to talk to. But it was because of his easy talking nature that Qin Huairu dared to be so aggressive.

If it were someone else, she would pretend not to see it. But if it was someone as resourceful as Guo Dapiezi, she would not even have time to hide.

"Qi, who would believe it? You just use the back door every day. Do you really think others can't guess it~!"

Jiang Defu left, but Qin Huairu curled her lips slightly, folded her hands and glared at the man's back.

It must be said that her charm works on any man, but it has no effect on a blockhead like Jiang Defu and Li Feng, who is always on guard against her.

He raised his head and glanced upstairs at the sewing workshop, and his eyes met Ouyang Yi who was looking downstairs.

Qin Huairu smiled and nodded at him, then walked into the workshop. Of course, her face looked a little unhappy. There were more and more mysterious places in the factory. (End of this chapter)