You have the right not to speak.

Thinking that there were no senior management in the workshop, Chairman Chen Qing Ling whispered softly: "Wen Qiang, Bixia, the workshop cannot be without our own people. You two go back to the workshop first. I will talk to you later if there is anything special. Call the security captain to protect you more. Children, go." The brother and sister followed the order and left.

Factory Director Chen Ziye answered loudly: "Because of your loyalty, the factory has been able to operate smoothly until today. We, Chenjia Hongtai Uniform Factory, of course, welcome the family members of employees with good character. I will ask the finance department to give you an extra month of full attendance to thank you for your continued efforts."

Team Leader Zhou showed a flattering smile on his face and said in a flattering tone: "Yes! The chairman and the factory director are both excellent bosses. It is because of their excellence that we can continue to work here."

The chairman Chen Qing continued, "Since you can get an extra month of attendance bonus, then continue to work hard. In this way, you can work until the end of this month and then leave. What do you think? This is a good choice! Of course, if you don't need it, you can also resign tomorrow."

Factory Director Chen Ziye: "Seniors, you see, Team Leader Zhou and Master Tan can also be witnesses. If you have no objection, go to the Human Resources Department to find Director Song to register your personal information, so that you can be given an extra month of full attendance on the registration list. Also, men who are under 60 years old and want to stay and work can temporarily transfer to logistics to help. You can also tell Director Song clearly and she will make arrangements. Go ahead."

After watching the 16 factory workers leave, the chairman thought that the workers would probably be restless and emotional for a while. He frowned slightly and continued, "Old Zhou, Old Tan, the matter has been resolved, you can go back to work. If you don't understand the competition, you can come to me and I will explain it to them. If you don't want to participate, just resign." Tan Xiaojun and his daughter, and teacher Zhou Guangrong immediately left politely.

Chairman Chen Qing Ling smiled and looked at his adopted son: "Di'er, Wenbin, is there anything you need to add?"

The adopted son Chen Di thought for a moment with his handsome face: "Dad, the factory suddenly has 100 more workers, which poses a safety hazard. The workshop has asked the safety team to patrol in three shifts. It would be best if you had someone who knows Kung Fu with you."

He had worked in a factory before, so he naturally knew how cruel the people at the bottom could be.

Chen Ziye also agreed, "Dad, I will add 2 security guards to maintain order at the thread factory at 5 pm."

Chairman Lao Chen nodded, indicating his agreement with the proposal, and said: "Okay, we can also bring the 11 young people today to serve as temporary security guards. After all, if we want to take orders for Japanese school uniforms, we don't have time to wait for them to graduate before arranging jobs. Doing so can allow them to enter the workplace environment in advance, and it is also an opportunity to observe their coping and adaptability."

He believes this is a good attempt for the factory to better understand the potential and performance of these young people.

He turned around and asked the two juniors, "Do you have time to attend the Huatai Qianchang Conference this afternoon?"

Chen Di and Wen Bin said in unison: "When I'm free"

After a busy morning, the group was a little hungry and tired, so Chairman Chen Qingling called the kitchen to send over some snacks. In fact, they were just leftovers from breakfast, and the kitchen boss was thoughtful, so he fried two poached eggs for each person and stir-fried a plate of garlic and choy sum over high heat.

Chen Di pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Binbin, why is your Huaxiang Antique Shop doing so well while Hongxiang is losing money? Can you give me some advice? Or can you lend me a capable person to help me for a few days? Is that okay?"

Several people were also curious, waiting for him to speak with their eyes piercing. Chen Wenbin smoothed his hair and said, "Maybe it has something to do with their clothes?"

Grandpa Chen Qing Ling father and son, the two elders were in high spirits and asked: "What does this mean?"

Chen Wenbin organized his words: "When they go to work, they wear a set of ancient-style clothes. One of them can also make handmade ceramics on the spot. I have seen that whenever he is around, there are a lot of customers."

"Uncle, your face brings its own traffic. If you promote it with your fans, our store will definitely not be able to compete with you, hehe."

The uncle shook his head: "This is against the rules"

The eldest brother Chen Ziye laughed: "Bin'er, your uncle is afraid that his fans will touch him and pull his pants. Hehehe"

Uncle Chen Di was exposed, his handsome face was full of worry, and he smiled helplessly: "Brother, you don't know that some fans are too enthusiastic, they really don't care about anything and throw themselves at you. I have to avoid suspicion, I am already a married person, it doesn't matter if it affects my reputation, but it will be bad if it affects the Chen family's reputation."

The eldest brother Chen Ziye said cheerfully, "We don't mind, right, Dad, Bin'er?" They all laughed again.

The uncle's mouth trembled, and he stroked his forehead: "I'm scared."

"Bin'er, what you said seems quite simple. It has aroused my curiosity. I will definitely go and learn it when I have time."

Wen Bin's mouth twitched, he was flattered, and said in a cheerful voice: "Of course I welcome my uncle."

Chen Qing Ling, who had not spoken for a long time, couldn't help but sigh: "Time flies, and winter is almost here. I still miss our southern climate. The weather in Kyoto is really too cold." There was a hint of sadness and nostalgia for past life in his tone.

The adopted son Chen Di and the only son Chen Ziye looked at each other. They found that their old father had been talking about his hometown frequently recently. Maybe it was because he was getting older and more afraid of the cold. They silently looked at the kind-looking but slightly tired old man in front of them, and their hearts were filled with distress.

Although Chen Qing Ling is nearly 70 years old, he still works hard to take care of his family. As a traditional Chinese father, he has devoted his life to his family. Now that his children have grown up, it is their turn to take care of their old father.

However, Chen Qing Ling was unwilling to become a burden to the children, and he insisted on continuing to work and create value with his own hands. This perseverance made Chen Di and Chen Ziye deeply admired.

In rural areas, people usually enter semi-retirement at around 45 years old, enjoying the joy of family life and grandchildren. However, Chen Qingling chose a different path. He firmly believed that only through hard work can one realize his own value.

Although the years have left deep and shallow marks on Chen Qing Ling, he has always maintained an optimistic and positive attitude. He believes that as long as the family is united, they can overcome all difficulties.

The only son, Chen Ziye, said with concern: "Dad, if you really want to go back home, we can also move the factory there. The winter here is too cold."