A crazy beauty has an island, and a powerful figure from that era dotes on her.

"I guess they were afraid we'd be disappointed, so they didn't dare say anything," Mao Chunqiao whispered, glancing towards the front door.

Jian Dashan felt slightly better.

"Do you think we should prepare something for Zhongliang? Director Wu helped him so much," Mao Chunqiao said again.

"Let's wait and see!" Jian Dashan waved his hand.

Until this matter is announced, things could change at any time.

Furthermore...

If Director Wu were truly capable of making decisions regarding the deputy factory director position, it wouldn't have remained vacant for a year.

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Candy Factory Manager's Office

"I know, I know, don't worry, boss." Factory Director Wu nodded and bowed repeatedly to the person on the other end of the phone.

"Don't be curious, don't be curious, don't ask what you shouldn't know, and don't say what you shouldn't say."

I don't know what the person on the other end said, but Director Wu kept thanking them.

Thank you for the reminder, boss!

Jian Zhongliang, standing outside the door, silently pondered these words.

remind……

Remind what?

Before he could figure it out, the sound of the phone being hung up came from inside the house.

Jian Zhongliang quickly made a noise, pretending that he had just arrived.

Two seconds later, he knocked on the office door.

"Come in!" Director Wu pretended to be busy, rummaging around here and there, completely losing his previous caution and obsequiousness.

"Director Wu, this is today's production report," Jian Zhongliang said respectfully.

Upon hearing Jian Zhongliang's voice, Factory Director Wu finally looked up.

Smiling, he took the report from Jian Zhongliang's hand, and without looking for anything else, warmly invited Jian Zhongliang to sit on the sofa next to him.

“Zhongliang, when the two of us brothers were still around, you called Factory Director Wu, which was a slap in the face to me, the older brother. You should have called him Brother Wu.”

Factory Director Wu smiled, opened the drawer, and took out his treasured Biluochun tea, which he himself was reluctant to drink, and brewed it.

"Brother Wu!" Although Jian Zhongliang didn't know why Factory Director Wu had suddenly changed his mind, he still called out to him as a pragmatic man.

“Since you’ve already called me ‘brother,’ I can’t let you call me that for nothing, can I?” Factory Director Wu smiled and took a document from the filing cabinet, handing it to Jian Zhongliang.

Jian Zhongliang took the document, and with just one glance, his pupils trembled.

"Zhongliang, congratulations! You'll be the deputy director of our candy factory from now on," Director Wu said with a smile.

"Director Wu, no, I have to thank Brother Wu for promoting me..." Jian Zhongliang was so excited that he couldn't speak coherently.

Even though he knew beforehand, Jian Zhongliang was still stunned by the "gold ingot" that suddenly fell from the sky.

He knew that if it came down to seniority, he would never get the position of deputy factory director.

"Between brothers, there's no need to talk about promotions. Just remember your brother when you become successful in the future." Director Wu smiled and pushed the teacup towards Jian Zhongliang.

"Brother Wu, what are you saying? From now on, I will definitely follow you and work hard. If you have any orders, just let me know," Jian Zhongliang said, expressing his loyalty.

I've already started silently planning what to give as a gift this time.

This is going to be a huge busy day, and I guess I won't be able to bring out the preserved fish and preserved meat anymore.

"What are you saying? We're all brothers, no need for any talk of following each other. We'll just get along well from now on. If I've ever done anything wrong in the past, please forgive me." Director Wu seemed to be trying to open his heart to the people.

“Brother Wu…” Jian Zhongliang’s heart tightened.

Factory Director Wu waved his hand to stop him.

“Zhongliang, I didn’t mean anything by saying that. I just wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with you.”

“You’re not like your brother. My time as factory manager is over. If you work hard, you’ll definitely have a bright future.”

Jian Zhongliang was completely confused.

Even after entering the house, he still couldn't figure out what Director Wu meant.

He'd be lucky if he could reach the level of factory director and retire like Director Wu, and he'd have a bright future ahead of him.

Where can he go with such a promising future?

"Dad, what are you thinking about?" Jian Qingyi took the briefcase from Jian Zhongliang's hand.

Seeing his absent-minded look, she chuckled and teased, "You haven't set your sights on some young widow again, have you?"

"You're spouting nonsense all day long. Don't you have any manners as a girl at all?" Jian Zhongliang raised his hand and tapped Jian Qingyi on the forehead.

"Ouch!" Jian Qingyi pretended to cover her forehead.

He looked seriously injured.

"It's good that you know it hurts. Let's see if you dare to talk nonsense again." Jian Zhongliang snorted.

Pretending to be quite similar.

If he hadn't done it himself, everyone would have thought she was really injured internally.

In the kitchen, Jian Xiaojing, who had witnessed everything, reluctantly tugged at Li Meiqian, who was busy serving and plating dishes, signaling her to look outside.

Li Meiqian glanced at it but didn't say anything, and then went back to her work.

"Mother..." Jian Xiaojing called out very softly, afraid that people outside would hear.

"Your dad's been working hard all day, hurry up and help bring the dishes out for dinner." Li Meiqian put on a stern face and handed over the sweet and sour pork ribs in her hand.

Seeing that Li Meiqian was really angry, Jian Xiaojing didn't dare to say anything more and obediently took the plate.

"Zhongliang, Yiyi, wash your hands and eat." Facing the father and daughter in the living room, Li Meiqian, who had lost her job, spoke even more gently.

As the food was served, Jian Qingyi and Jian Zhongliang came out of the bathroom to wash their hands.

"Yi Yi, go get a bottle of wine." Jian Zhongliang spoke up in high spirits as soon as he sat down on the stool.

"I'll go get it," Li Meiqian said, getting up first.

A moment later, a wine glass filled with wine was presented to Jian Zhongliang.

Their service was comparable to that of a five-star hotel waiter in later generations.

"Today, I have some great news to announce..." Jian Zhongliang raised his wine glass.

"Dad, has the document for your promotion to deputy factory director come down?" Jian Xiaojing's eyes lit up.

Jian Zhongliang nodded with a smile.

"That's wonderful!" Li Meiqian was overjoyed.

"I'll go get you some snacks to go with your drinks."

"Don't bother. After the announcement comes out tomorrow, let's call Dad, Mom, Big Brother, and Sister-in-law over and have a good celebration." Jian Zhongliang hurriedly called out to Li Meiqian, who was getting up and heading to the kitchen.

“Okay, I’ll buy more groceries tomorrow morning, and we can have a big celebration as a family tonight.” Li Meiqian was radiating excitement.

If it weren't for the strong gravity, the wife of this soon-to-be deputy factory director would probably have jumped into outer space.

"Buy more of the things the kids like to eat," Jian Zhongliang instructed.

"Hey!" Li Meiqian smiled sweetly.

But she forgot about her face...

Jian Qingyi quickly lowered her head and started eating, afraid that if she hesitated even for a second, she would burst out laughing.

She seriously suspected that Li Meiqian hadn't looked in the mirror for the past two days; otherwise, how could she have the nerve to leave the house?!

"Let's eat!" Jian Zhongliang also looked away awkwardly.

"Dad, eat more!" Jian Xiaojing obediently picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and put it into Jian Zhongliang's bowl.

"You all eat too!" Jian Zhongliang served food to everyone at the table.

As Jian Qingyi munched on the sweet and sour, tender pork ribs, she felt incredibly fortunate that she hadn't completely broken up with the scumbag.

Otherwise, where would you find a free nanny?!