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"Good news! Good news!"

Early in the morning, Guan Xiyue's excited shouts came along with a rhythmless knock on the door.

Ah, she even had fun running around in the yard.

Bai Liu stood at the door, really dumbfounded.

"Bai Liu!" Guan Xiyue finally released her enthusiasm and jumped in front of Bai Liu, "My dad wrote me back, and there is another letter for you."

Bai Liu raised her eyebrows. It seems that the director Guan understood her intentions?
Guan Xiyue handed the reply letter from her father to Bai Liu, and said braggingly: "My father said that I have grown up a lot recently, and he even praised me. Do you know that my father was always worried that I would not be able to survive? He actually said I'm finally starting to understand."

"My mother also said to let me and you study hard, read the letter quickly, I have some good news to tell you."

Just as Bai Liu held the letter firmly, he noticed some movement in the corner on the left side from the corner of his eye.

She took the letter casually in her hand, then lowered her head and picked up a small stone from her feet.

"biu~"

"Ouch, my head," the woman screamed.

"What?" Guan Xiyue was dumbfounded, was someone eavesdropping in the corner?
Bai Liu smiled slightly. It was a woman from Zhou Xiangxi who was eavesdropping, but she might not be the only one who eavesdropped.

"Let's go, let's go in and talk." She warned the other party slightly.

My family members this week have always been gentlemen in such a disguise.

From Zhou Xiucai, the head of the family, to the daughters-in-law of the Zhou family, they are all very hypocritical.

I just don't know if Zhou Xiangnan who just came back will do the same?
"Look quickly," Guan Xiyue couldn't help urging Bai Liu to come in, wishing she could open the letter for her directly, "I'll talk after you read it."

Bai Liu opened the letter unhurriedly, his eyes quickly flicked across the letter.

Guan Xiyue's father, Guan Deming, praised her design draft in the letter, and said that the cotton coat sent by Guan Xiyue had been unpacked and samples had been produced.Of course, there was no empty talk between the words, and she said bluntly that she would be given her due reward.

"My father sent me a cotton padded jacket. He left the one you made last time in Shanghai." Guan Xiyue took out a brand new cotton padded jacket from another bag belatedly.

Bai Liu took it and carefully examined the details of the clothes.

It has to be said that the textile factory in Shanghai City is more efficient and of a higher level. It not only completely reproduced her clothes, but also added some new details.

A hat that can be detached with a button is added to the cotton-padded jacket, and pockets are added inside and outside the clothes.

"My dad said that the fabric on the outside should be strong, and the cotton batting inside can be thin or thick." Guan Xiyue stuck out her tongue, "It's too cold in the Northeast, so my dad sent a thicker liner."

Bai Liu followed the gap to look at the cotton wool inside, it was indeed thick enough, but also heavier.

She calculated the time, and it has only been more than ten days since Guan Xiyue sent the letter to the day when the cotton padded clothes were delivered. What Guan Deming said implied that mass production had already started.

They took a new name for this kind of cotton-padded clothes, live face cotton-padded clothes.

Sure enough, the power of machinery is enough to replace human labor, so advanced.

How can she fight for the greater good for herself?

"Sister Bai, did my dad talk to you about the remuneration?" Guan Xiyue's expression was a little uneasy, but remembering her parents' entrustment in her heart, she mustered up her courage and said, "My dad and his textile factory have always accepted many designers. Whoever draws a new style of clothes and is adopted will have extra rewards."

Bai Liu was slightly taken aback, Guan Deming gave her two choices in the letter.

One is to get a job at Shanghai No. [-] Textile Factory by virtue of the cotton-padded clothes, but she needs to go to Shanghai to settle down, which involves many troubles, and Guan Deming will help to deal with it; The wages of non-staff designers are lower than that of professional designers, but they are also much more convenient.

If he moved to Shanghai, even if he had a salary of 48 yuan a month, Bai Liu felt that it was not high, but there would be a lot of restrictions.

The non-staff designer only has a salary of 26 yuan per month, and every year he has to provide the second textile factory with a new style of clothing samples, at least one of which is rated as the first-class design draft to retain the salary.

However, more than one piece of clothing is selected as the first-class draft every year, and the treatment and salary will also be improved.

Both of them will be rewarded with 200 yuan after they make first-class drafts and are accepted for production. If the clothes sell well, there will be additional subsidies.

I have to say that the treatment of Shanghai Textile Factory is very attractive.

"I think it's better to stay in the Northeast. The job in the textile factory is good or bad." Guan Xiyue confided the truth, "There are many people in the design office of the factory with relatively high education, and they usually love Look down on people... You can also make new styles of clothes here"

Bai Liu only had a high school education, so she would definitely be discriminated against if she went there.

and--

Guan Xiyue remembered that the letter from her parents mentioned that it would be better for her if Bai Liu stayed in the Northeast.

How could Bai Liu fail to see the tendency in Guan Deming's letter, she could even see that many of the words Guan Xiyue advised her just now were probably taught by Guan Deming and his wife.

She does not reject this conspiracy.

The remuneration given by Shanghai No. [-] Textile Factory is really good, especially the non-staff salary, which should be the welfare that Guan Deming fought for her.

What Guan Deming wanted was for her to take care of Guan Xiyue's life during her time in the countryside.

It is a good deal for both parties.

"I'm not going to Shanghai, I choose to be a non-staff worker in a textile factory." Bai Liu met Guan Xiyue's surprised eyes and added, "I believe that Uncle Guan will not treat me badly, and I will do my best not to embarrass him .”

She didn't believe that she couldn't come up with a decent new draft.

I don't even believe that Guan Deming will allow her to be treated unfairly in the selection process.

"Great!" Guan Xiyue jumped up happily, "Then I'll write back to my father right away. By the way, he also sent a letter of appointment. You just need to sign and press your fingerprint. When the time comes, my father will send your letter to me." Send the rewards."

It seems that Guan Deming has already calculated that she will choose the second treatment.

Tsk, no wonder Guan Deming fought for so many benefits for her, I'm afraid Guan Xiyue is a silly girl.

Stupid people are blessed with stupidity. Guan Xiyue was a little stupid, and her parents were worried about her.

It's okay for her to take care of some more in the future - for the monthly salary and bills of more than 20 yuan.

Guan Xiyue took out another envelope from under the bundle, and when she asked Bai Liu to sign it, Bai Liu read it carefully and wrote down her name.

She will also have a stable job in the future.

I don't know how those people outside who say she is a lazy wife will feel when they know that she has a salary.

but--

"Xiyue, can you hide this matter for me first," Bai Liu said casually, "If people know that I am rich, I'm afraid my life with Tangdou will not be safe."

Money touches people's hearts. She has seen people's hearts are sinister, so she still doesn't try it unless necessary.

Guan Xiyue thought of the prejudice against Bailiu's mother and daughter in the Xiangyang Brigade, and also remembered that there was a fight over two eggs.

She shivered: "Okay, I won't tell anyone."

"What? What can't you tell people?" Huang Fenglai just stepped into the door and asked casually.