A domineering country girl flirts with her son, and Commander Huo can't resist.

Zhao Zhengang looked excited. "I'll take you to see the guide rail installer. It's been working normally for two days. If you see no problems, I'll report it to the provincial capital tomorrow."

"Okay." Joan's mind was full of cars, and she even walked faster.

Upon arriving at the workshop, Zhao Zhengang showed Qiao An the guide rail installer.

She observed for a long time before saying, "Zhao Zhengang, please take note."

Qi Guoqiang and the other senior workers listened from the sidelines, learning something new.

"Chief Engineer Zhao, make the adjustments as I suggested, and after two more days of testing, we can report it to the provincial capital."

Zhao Zhengang looked at the notes in his notebook and nodded from time to time.

"Okay, not many adjustments are needed. We'll work overtime today and be able to retest tomorrow morning."

"Chief Engineer Zhao, don't push yourselves too hard, or you'll ruin your health."

Zhao Zhengang smiled and said, "It's alright, we can handle it. This order from the military is more important than anything else."

Knowing she couldn't persuade him otherwise, Qiao An stopped talking.

After leaving the machine tool factory, she went to Dongjiawan.

First, they hired three handcarts and had them park them in an alley outside Dongjiawan.

Seeing that no one was around, Qiao An took out all the remaining clothes from her space and piled them on the cart.

She walked out of the alley and saw Feng Sanqiang carrying a glass bottle to buy soy sauce.

"The Three Strongest!"

"Big sister? Why aren't you at home now that you're here?" Feng Sanqiang walked over.

"The clothes I shipped back have arrived. The workers had to go back to the train station because they were in a hurry. You and a few of your brothers come out and help unload the clothes."

"We're finally here!" Feng Sanqiang wanted to keep making money. "Big sister, wait a moment, I'll go get someone."

With the help of the young men, the clothes were quickly moved into the yard next to Feng Sanqiang's.

Qiao An had her underlings return the cart, while she and Feng Sanqiang stayed in the warehouse to check the inventory.

"Big sister, when are we going to the provincial capital to sell clothes?" Feng San asked impatiently.

"The three of you can go tomorrow. You can rent three tricycles and ride them to the county town."

Yuncheng is more than 20 kilometers away from Jinshui Town, and the three young men didn't get too tired riding there.

"Aren't you going, big sister?" Feng Sanqiang asked.

"I'm not going. You two take care of Xiaolei. I'll bring your grandma lunch and dinner. The three of you can go to the county town to sell goods without worry."

"The salary remains the same."

Qiao An trusted the three of them, but still gave them a few special instructions: "If you run into the city management committee, pay the fines if necessary, and have your goods confiscated if necessary. Don't cause any trouble with them."

"To me, the goods are not as important as the three of you, understand?"

Feng Sanqiang felt a warmth in his heart, and his eyes welled up with tears.

"I understand, eldest sister."

Besides clothes, Qiao An's tricycle also carried vegetables. Feng Sanqiang, Da Bao, and Xiao Lei made two trips to put the vegetables and fruits into the cellar.

"Big sister, Uncle Fan said you're going to the Northwest to join the army this year with the children." Xiao Lei pursed his lips, seemingly hesitating for a long time. "What will happen to the three of us brothers if you leave?"

Xiao Lei had already discussed the matter of accompanying the soldier with Feng Sanqiang and Da Bao yesterday.

They both felt somewhat lost.

Life finally started to improve, and they recognized her as their eldest sister, even following her to broaden their horizons and do business.

If the eldest sister leaves, what will the three of them do?

Feng Sanqiang didn't sleep well last night.

He wanted to ask too, but Xiao Lei beat him to it.

"It's not like I'm never coming back with the army." Qiao An chuckled. "Sanqiang, have you forgotten my partnership with Sanhe Garment Factory? I have to go there every two months. Right now we're selling clothes from a cart, but we can open a clothing store later. The three of you shouldn't be idle."

Hearing Qiao An's words, the three brothers finally felt at ease.

The eldest sister is thinking of them, and that's enough.

"So when you go to the provincial capital to sell clothes, don't just sell clothes. See where there are lots of people, see what the policies are like in the provincial capital, see if anyone is selling shops on the street. If so, remember to ask about the prices."

"Big sister, are you still going to buy a shop in the provincial capital?"

Feng Sanqiang wouldn't even dare to think about such a thing.

In the novel, the Xia Kingdom underwent earth-shattering changes that year, began to value education, resumed university enrollment, and restored the normal college entrance examination.

Then came the full-scale promotion of the individual economy, the market began to prosper, and the first wave of pioneers went into business and quickly made a fortune.

How could Joan miss such a good opportunity?

When the gold and silver jewelry trade returns to normal, she won't have to work so hard anymore.

Sell ​​off those dozen or so boxes of treasures in the space, and you won't have to worry about retirement, raising children, or even supporting your husband for the rest of your life.

"Buy it if you find a suitable one. Save the money you earn and buy it later. Listen to your older sister, you'll definitely make money after buying a shop."

Feng Sanqiang nodded; of course he would listen to Qiao An.

The next day, before the sun had even risen, Feng Sanqiang set off for the provincial capital with his two younger brothers.

The weather in early spring is lovely, neither too cold nor too hot.

The three of them worked up a sweat riding their bikes, but they didn't feel tired at all. They could make money, so what was there to complain about?

In Lianchi Village, Qiao An prepared breakfast and woke the children up.

Huo Ning was listless today; he only drank a few mouthfuls of porridge and then refused to eat any more.

Qiao An thought she was just being sleepy and didn't pay much attention.

I went to work as usual.

At the PyeongKyoto Institute of Technology, thousands of miles away, the special worker identification cards and certificates have been completed.

Wang Kai is doing the final proofreading.

"Vice President Wang, Quan Zhongming has submitted his application to work at the Industrial Technology Research Institute, and Jin Tian's employment relationship has also been transferred."

Song Baojiang, who is in charge of personnel management, came to report.

"Only the first place winner, Qiao An from Lianchi Village, Jinshui Town, Wanzhou County, Zhongchuan Province, still hasn't been heard from."

Song Baojiang was deeply impressed by this first place winner.

He personally pasted the photo on the special worker's certificate. Seeing that young face, he checked the information several times before he believed that the first place in this special worker exam was a woman in her twenties.

She was some country woman who appeared out of nowhere.

"I wrote to her to ask for her opinion. There are so many people eyeing the job opportunities at ITRI. It's not just reserved for her. Once this opportunity is gone, it's gone forever."

Wang Kai coughed lightly twice.

What is the status of the Industrial Technology Research Institute (ITRI) in China?

That's a top-tier national institution, where employees receive special allowances.

Even the cafeteria provides meat, noodles, and white rice every day.

This is something that so many people can't afford.

More importantly, it's about having a household registration and housing in Pyeongkyo City.

He didn't believe that Qiao An could remain unmoved.

However, once she arrives at ITRI, her personality will need to be tempered.

That's outrageous.

They immediately questioned the imported engines and claimed that they had been cheated by foreigners.

That's ridiculous. Their ITRI experts personally went abroad to inspect the imported tank engines. How could they possibly make a mistake?

"The documents and certificates are all fine. You can mail them out today. Tell the post office to use special channels and make sure they don't get lost."

"Yes."

After Song Baojiang left the office, Wang Kai took out some stationery and began writing a letter to Su An.

Just as I was writing about how difficult the work at the Industrial Technology Research Institute was, the phone suddenly rang.

As soon as I answered the phone, I heard a hurried and flustered voice coming from the other end.