Country Love: Xie Dajiao, 37, is pregnant!

Amidst laughter and conversation, the group arrived at the entrance of the first workshop. They first went to the changing room to change into cleanroom suits, put on hats and shoe covers, and then went through the air shower for disinfection and sterilization.

After going through the whole process, Wang Laoqi was completely dumbfounded, muttering to himself:

"Why is it so complicated?"

Yang Xiaoyan explained with a smile:

"In the food industry, hygiene is the top priority. This first workshop alone cost 260 million yuan to build. It's all imported automated production lines. From soybean screening, soaking, grinding to finished product packaging, the entire process requires almost no human contact."

Upon entering the workshop, Wang Xiaomeng was completely dumbfounded.

The spacious and bright workshop is filled with gleaming stainless steel machines. Pipes coil back and forth, conveyor belts turn orderly, and rows of packaged bean products come out of the production line in an endless stream.

The entire workshop was spotless; you couldn't even find a speck of soybean residue.

"This production line can process fifty tons of soybeans a day."

Yang Xiaoyan walked beside her, explaining in a calm and measured tone, from production processes to quality control standards, from shelf-life management to cold chain distribution, in a detailed and clear manner.

Wang Xiaomeng's pen never stopped, writing non-stop. Whenever she encountered something she didn't understand, she would stop and ask questions, her eyes filled with a thirst for knowledge.

If you had studied with this much effort back then, you probably would have gone to university with Xie Yongqiang.

"Mr. Yang, did you cultivate this one yourself?"

"Is this anti-corrosion process physical or based on additives?"

The questions were all spot on, and Yang Xiaoyan appreciated them more and more as she talked. Li Qiuge would also occasionally come over to add a few words, explaining the standards to her from the perspective of quality inspection.

The three of them got along very well as they chatted, from production technology to market sales, from the taste preferences of northerners to innovative categories of soy products, and the awkwardness of their first meeting was completely gone.

Wang Laoqi followed Bai Qingming, looking at the machines in the workshop, rubbing his hands together and smiling:

"Good heavens, this isn't just for making tofu, it's more sophisticated than building machines."

Bai Qingming nodded with a smile:

"Seventh Uncle, once the cooperation is finalized, your factory can gradually be transformed into something like this."

Wang Laoqi watched his daughter's back as she diligently took notes, his face full of pride. He finally understood his daughter's ambition. What use was all this talk about being a man?

The machines hummed in the workshop. Looking at everything before her, Wang Xiaomeng felt that the seed she had just planted in her heart had taken root and sprouted completely.

……

Around 9 p.m., the bedside lamp was turned on in the master bedroom on the second floor of Lin Chen's house, but the light was sufficient.

Lin Chenguang, with his arms outstretched, did push-ups on the bed, his body covered in a thin layer of sweat that dripped down his chin.

With each downward press, the muscles in his back tightened, his abdominal muscles became clearly defined, and the tendons in his arms bulged hard, clearly showing that he trained every day, and each repetition was truly powerful.

His breathing was heavy, and he muttered to himself as he worked, his breath coming in short gasps:

"I wonder how Xiao Meng is doing in Shanghai, and whether the cooperation is going smoothly."

Chen Yannan was probably too sleepy; with her eyes closed, she mumbled a soft reply in a daze:

"Brother Chen, why don't you... why don't you make a phone call and ask?"

Xie Xiaomei sat in front of the dressing table, applying night cream in front of the mirror. She glanced at him sideways in the mirror, her tone slightly reproachful:

"Can you concentrate a little? You're so distracted even when you're exercising."

Lin Chen chuckled softly and, holding his breath, did more than twenty push-ups in a row.

Chen Yannan said to Xie Xiaomei:

"Sister... Sister Mei, please don't say anything..."

Lin Chen propped himself up and reached for his phone on the bedside table. The phone rang first, and the screen lit up with the words "Xiao Meng".

Lin Chen picked up the phone and answered:

"Hey, Xiao Meng, you're still awake?"

"No, Brother Chen, I just got back to the hotel and was thinking of telling you about today's events."

Wang Xiaomeng's voice came through the receiver, her excitement barely concealed:

"Brother Chen, what are you doing? You sound so breathless."

"Exercising, of course! Don't you know me? Life is a constant activity! How's it going on your end? Did the inspection go smoothly?"

"It went very smoothly. I've really learned a lot this time."

Wang Xiaomeng's tone became excited:

"That factory is a real, large-scale, reputable one. We'll discuss the details of the cooperation with them again tomorrow, and we should be able to finalize the basics."

"That's good. Don't worry about things at home. If Aunt Qi needs anything, just have her call me directly."

"I know, I told my mom..."

Before Wang Xiaomeng could finish speaking, a clear and loud voice suddenly came from the other end of the phone, interrupting her.

Lin Chen grabbed his bathrobe, put it on, tied the belt, and got out of bed.

He bent down, walked to Xie Xiaomei's side, kissed her on the cheek, and whispered:

"Go and take care of it."

Xie Xiaomei rolled her eyes at him, put down her skincare products, and obediently stood up.

"I'd like to say a few more words to Xiaomeng."

"What are you talking about? You two can talk alone later. You should figure out Yannan first."

"snort……"

Lin Chen went downstairs, sat on the sofa in the living room, casually took out a cigarette, lit it, and leaned back on the sofa to talk to her in detail.

For the next twenty minutes or so, Wang Xiaomeng did most of the talking, while Lin Chen occasionally responded.

She spoke of the scale of Qingmei's factory, the fully automated production line, the chairman's sincerity in cooperation, and their meticulous and thoughtful approach to handling matters.

"Brother Chen, you didn't see it. The vice president is a really nice person. She looks so young. She looks like a sister when she stands next to her daughter. Her management style and quality control standards are really worth learning. I realized how narrow-minded I was before after this trip."

Lin Chen smoked a cigarette, listening to her rambling with a smile, occasionally offering a few words of advice:

"Don't rush into cooperation, take your time, stick to your bottom line, and make sure you don't suffer any losses. Be careful when you go out."

As they were talking, Xie Dajiao came out from the inner room on the first floor. Hearing the noise in the living room, she came over and heard it was Wang Xiaomeng. She quickly waved her hand, indicating that she should give her the phone.

Lin Chen smiled and handed over the phone.

Xie Dajiao sat down on the sofa and started chatting with Xiao Meng:

"Xiao Meng! How's Shanghai? Are you used to the food? Can you handle all that sweetness? Has your dad caused you any trouble?"

Wang Xiaomeng responded with a laugh on the other end of the phone. The two chatted for another five or six minutes about everyday things. Xie Dajiao repeatedly told her not to be stingy with money and to eat well before returning the phone to Lin Chen and turning back into the house, afraid that the child would wake up.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Chen tossed his phone onto the coffee table, got up, walked to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of chilled mineral water, unscrewed the cap, and gulped down two large mouthfuls, instantly dissipating much of the heat throughout his body.

He wiped his mouth and tiptoed upstairs.

……

The next morning, Wang Xiaomeng and her father arrived at Bai Qingming's office. The office was not large, but the window faced the rows of factory buildings in the factory area.

The desk was neatly arranged with cooperation plans and product brochures, giving it the look of a large company.

The three people sat on the sofa, with freshly brewed Biluochun tea in front of them, steam rising from the surface.

Bai Qingming pushed the prepared cooperation terms in front of Wang Xiaomeng and got straight to the point, his tone slightly embarrassed:

"Xiao Meng, I reported the requests you made yesterday to the Chairman and General Manager Yang overnight. The Chairman's opinion is that we have the same standards as our partners in other regions across the country. We can provide them without reservation with the complete set of information on technical formulas, quality control processes, and market operations. We can also connect remotely to answer questions at any time."

"However, the company has clear regulations that prohibit sending technical personnel to be stationed on-site for extended periods to provide guidance. We hope you can understand this."

Wang Xiaomeng picked up the terms and conditions and flipped through them. Her finger stopped at the line on technical support. Her face was expressionless. In fact, she had thought that this might happen before she came.

Wang Laoqi sat upright next to her, holding a teacup, without saying a word. He would occasionally glance at his daughter, but he didn't understand the intricacies of business and just went along with whatever his daughter said.