She won't clear her name; she'll throw away all the scum.

After Tang Ping'an's 100-day celebration, Chen Lingling was placed under the care of Old Lady Xia.

Chen Lingling's arrival made the two old ladies' house lively. Xia Yu'e, the old lady, made different things for the child to eat every day, and in less than half a month, the little face became rounder.

"Sister, please don't cook for her anymore, she'll get so fat she'll turn into a ball," Grandma Xia reminded her.

Xia Yu'e was unhappy. She was already at an age when she finally had a child to raise. The child was fair-skinned, rosy-cheeked, and well-behaved. She had to make all the dishes she knew how to cook to make the little one happy.

"What's wrong with giving the child some food? It's good for a chubby child to be healthy."

Chen Lingling has experienced several family upheavals. Once her biological mother died, and another time her biological grandmother left. Just when she was starting to feel a little warmth in the Tang family, her father and stepmother divorced, and he even ran away half a month ago.

When she was feeling lonely and helpless, she was taken to her grandmother's house, where an aunt made her delicious meals in various ways, and her heart gradually calmed down.

Hearing her great-aunt say that, the little girl stuffed another piece of meat into her mouth. The juicy oil burst in her mouth, and she squinted her eyes in satisfaction. "Grandma, Great-Auntie's cooking is the most delicious!"

Xia Yu'e puffed out her chest and said, "Yes, that's right. The food she makes is absolutely delicious."

Grandma Xia sighed, "Sister, Dr. Tang said that if a child is too fat, it's not good for their health. He said there are all sorts of things that are in excess. Oh, I don't remember exactly. Anyway, she needs to eat vegetables, eggs, meat, and fish. Don't keep cooking fatty meat for her."

Xia Yu'e listened attentively. "What Dr. Tang said must be true. Then... then Yue'e, can you teach me to read again, and borrow a nutritional cookbook for me so I can cook for you according to it?"

Her older sister, Xia Yu'e, now knows how to read and write, and she also knows to listen to the doctor. Old Mrs. Xia is very happy. "Okay, I'll go borrow some after get off work tomorrow. I can also benefit from Lingling's kindness."

Chen Lingling chuckled, "Grandma, I want to eat another bowl of rice."

During his day off, Chen Xiangbei was giving his underlings a lecture. He told them not to think that just because he had entered the factory, he had forgotten all his strange friends and brothers outside. He now knew a lot, such as how much these brothers could play in the future.

"Xiao Zhao, you'll be going to the eastern part of Guancheng starting next month. Xiao Li will go to the western part of the city, and the rest of you will stay the same."

"Brother Yong, you were too aggressive last time you were gathering information. Tone it down a bit next time. Peace is the best policy; that's how business can last."

"Big Money, you came to my place to deliver the news very promptly last time. You did a great job. I'll give you a red envelope later."

“Uncle Wang, you’re so old and you still insist on working for me. If you’re not feeling well, you should say so. Tomorrow, go with Brother Qi to that place he’s working on. If they beat you up, just lie on the ground and pretend you’re sick.”

"Also, Da Zheng and Er Sheng, now that you've left the casino and joined us, do your best. We're much better off than those over there."

"..."

If Qiao Shan were here, he would notice that Chen Xiangbei's team had two familiar faces—the two thugs who had previously pressured him and Chen Mei's son-in-law.

Chen Xiangbei is also getting better.

After giving his instructions, Chen Xiangbei put his hands behind his back, feeling that the burden on his shoulders was incredibly heavy.

His team is a mixed bag. Men, women, young and old—all just wanting to earn more money, and there are quite a few unfortunate people among them.

Just like those two thugs who just joined, Xiao Zheng's father is clumsy and needs to take medication for a long time, and Er Sheng's parents are dead, leaving only a few younger siblings who are still young and need to be raised.

Grandpa Wang's son passed away unexpectedly a few years ago, his wife went insane, and he himself couldn't do anything else, so he could only look for odd jobs everywhere. The odd jobs of pasting matchboxes paid too little, and he was too old to carry heavy loads. When he heard about Chen Xiangbei's business, he insisted on coming in, tears streaming down his face.

You know, there are advantages to being old. Just lie down on the ground and the other person won't dare to be arrogant anymore. After all, most people will only fight, and they won't dare to actually kill someone.

Chen Xiangbei turned around and ran towards Grandma Xia.

He's been really busy lately; his mom sometimes even asks him to teach her things.

Grandma Xia always felt that Director Song, that old fox, had a really sharp mind, and that Chen Xiangbei would definitely learn a lot from him. So she asked Chen Xiangbei to talk about all the random things he learned each week, so that Chen Xiangbei could consolidate his knowledge and others could also learn something from him.

Chen Xiangbei's class started in the open space in front of Grandma Xia's house. Although he was tired, Chen Xiangbei was so proud that he could hardly contain himself.

Chen Xiangbei is such a capable person now.

There were a few people in class today. Apart from the few people from Grandma Xia's compound, only Qiao Yi from the Qiao family came. Jiang Wenhua and Fang Yingdi were out having a romantic time somewhere, but he brought his mother to listen to the class.

Given Jiang's mother's illiteracy, when Chen Xiangbei talked about how everyone has their own ideals last time, the old lady with the headscarf nodded rapidly.

Seeing that she agreed with him, Chen Xiangbei asked her to share her own opinion.

As a result, the old lady hesitated for a long time and said very quietly that her ideal was to serve men and sons, and that everyone who tried to stop her was a bad person, which made Jiang Wenhua so angry that he cursed her.

Seeing that everyone was seated, Chen Xiangbei was very satisfied. The pleasure of being a teacher quickly filled his body. "This week, Director Song said something powerful to me: 'Know your people and use them well.'"

A sparse clapping broke out below. Regardless of whether they understood it or not, the emotion had to be there, otherwise Teacher Chen Xiangbei would put on a long face, which would be difficult to deal with.

The good student, Grandma Xia, raised her hand. "Then, Teacher Bei, how should this sentence be used?"

Chen Xiangbei coughed and said in a pretentious manner, "Director Song did give me a few examples of this. Basically, as a leader, you need to know what kind of people and what abilities they have, and then put them in the right positions. But I've also come to think of other ways to use this to deal with some inactive leaders."

Chen Xiangbei was very confident, “I did something big this week when I was in a meeting with Director Song! The head of the purchasing department kept talking about how difficult things were for them, how hard it was to get prices down, and before he could finish, I brought my brother Jiang over.”

Once this topic comes up, Chen Xiangbei can't stop talking. Saying it's difficult to negotiate a lower price in front of Jiang Wenhua is as insulting as telling an eighth-grade worker in a machine factory that he can't tighten a screw.

In less than half an hour, Jiang Wenhua wrote down more than ten plans on paper, from the source of materials to prices in various places, from comparing the material purchase price and quantity of his own factory to the material purchase price and quantity of other textile factories. After comparing them one by one, everyone realized that it was absolutely easy to lower the price of their own materials at the current price.

After he finished writing, he just stood there looking at the head of the purchasing department with a half-smile, his eyes practically saying that he was unworthy of the title.

All eyes were on the section chief, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

This was all at the behest of Deputy Factory Director Tian, ​​who instructed him to complain. The section chief was suffering, but he couldn't say anything.