After being read, the fake daughter was spoiled in 90

Chapter 18 Something happened

Du Qingqing explained: "No, no. It's too expensive. These cost hundreds of yuan, and some brands can't be bought even if you have money."

Song Xiaoran said: "So it's a pity to lose it. Well, I won't let you take it for nothing. How about you draw some pictures for me to make a design trademark?"

Du Qingqing nodded quickly: "Sister Xiaoran, I can draw at any time, but I can't ask for things."

"You are so good at painting, I feel wronged to give you these things in exchange," Song Xiaoran said sincerely, "Sister, I don't have cash now, I will replenish it for you when I get rich in the future. Haha."

Du Qingqing felt very happy after hearing this. This was the first time she had been recognized like this in the year she had been here.

Song Xiaoran pulled Du Qingqing to his desk, explained his needs in detail, and then asked, "Is it difficult?"

Du Qingqing thought about it carefully: "I should be able to design it. Then I will contact the factory office who is responsible for printing. I guess it won't be a big problem if the quantity is small. When do you want it?"

"You'd better give it to me this afternoon."

"Okay, Sister Xiaoran, I'll do it right away."

After saying that, Du Qingqing returned to his desk in the corner, picked up the oil paint pen and started painting.

Song Xiaoran felt a little grateful. In this era, if you want to do anything, you have to rely on others.

In the past, I was too high-minded, and my relationship with my colleagues was in a mess.

Du Qingqing and Sister Li actually have a normal relationship with me, but now that I am no longer a wealthy lady, they are willing to help me. I will definitely repay you if I have the opportunity in the future.

Zhang Yang, who had been left alone for a long time, couldn't help but said: "Xiao Ran, are you really planning to set up a stall to sell clothes?"

The conversation between Song Xiaoran and Du Qingqing just now did not go behind their backs, so he naturally heard it.

Song Xiaoran nodded and said, "Yes. It's at Heping Night Market."

Liu Qing sneered: "Did you do this? Don't beg your original father to return to this job after working for a few days!"

"Haha, don't worry about it."

"you!"

Just as Liu Qing was about to say something else, Sister Li, who had gone to make a phone call just now, came back: "I'm sorry, Xiaoran, your resignation is not approved by the factory."

"Ah? Why?"

Song Xiaoran was also surprised. It was really new. I only heard that such a good job in the Publicity Department was difficult to get into, but I never heard that people were not allowed to resign.

Li Tong explained: "The Organization Department said it was Factory Director Song's request. He told you early this morning that if you come to resign and don't approve it, you should go to him and tell him."

"Okay then. Sister Li, I'll go there right now." Song Xiaoran frowned, turned around and muttered, "Didn't you make an agreement with Lao Song yesterday?! Why did you change your mind? It's really troublesome!"

Li Tong also smiled slightly and did not answer.

Liu Qing and Zhang Yang looked at each other in surprise. It seemed that the rumors were not correct. At least Director Song still cared about his fake daughter.

Song Xiaoran left the publicity department of the factory office, went up to the third floor, and knocked on the factory director's office.

The person who opened the door was his father's secretary, surnamed Zhang, male, in his thirties.

Song Xiaoran himself didn't have much impression of him. He only felt that he was serious about his work, reticent, and won his father's trust.

In the book, Secretary Zhang has indeed always been loyal to Song Wenxuan. Later, during the economic tide, the old Song Dynasty rose and fell, but he never left. Secretary Zhang was not surprised to see it was Song Xiaoran, and smiled and said: "Miss Song, please come in."

"Hello, Brother Zhang," Song Xiaoran said politely, "Where is my dad?"

"He's in the back room. He said you can just go in when you come." Secretary Zhang pointed to the office inside, sat down, and motioned for her to go in alone.

Song Xiaoran came to the back room, where Song Wenxuan was on the phone. He glanced at her and pointed to the sofa.

Song Xiaoran understood the meaning and did it.

"...A thorough investigation! You must give me a thorough investigation!"

"Let the technical department eliminate design problems first, and then go to the workshops to check them one by one."

"You still have to ask me this question: What do you, the head of the quality inspection department, do for a living? Recall him immediately!"

"Loss? Why are you talking about losses to me now! This brand of mine is going to be smashed. Are you talking about losses to me?!"

……

[What happened? I’ve never seen Lao Song get so angry! 】

[I have never heard my father say anything about me. I didn’t expect that such a well-educated man as my father would be so unscrupulous in his words. 】

"Old, well," Song Wenxuan was about to scold again, but when he heard his daughter's voice, he couldn't help but hold his tongue and suppress some of his anger, "I'll say it for the last time. All the tractors with the problem will be recalled and all safety hazards will be eliminated immediately. , every screw and every nut must be inspected by me.”

[That’s right, that’s right. If you have something to say, please say it. Don't be angry, Dad, your heart is not good to begin with, but you must take care of yourself. 】

Song Wenxuan, who put down the phone, felt warm in his heart when he saw his daughter, and said warmly: "It's here so soon. Yesterday was the first time you left home after growing up. How did you sleep? Are you still used to it?"

Song Xiaoran replied obediently: "It's okay, there's nothing I'm not used to."

[Actually, although the house here is small, it is very warm, and my parents are very good to me. It is actually much better than the deserted home before. 】

When Song Wenxuan heard his daughter's thoughts and heard him calling her dad so naturally and praising the family over there, he couldn't help but feel a little disgusted and snorted coldly.

Song Xiaoran saw his father's expression suddenly turned unkind, and thought he was upset about what happened on the phone just now, so he couldn't help but ask:
  "Dad, I just heard you say that there seems to be something wrong with the tractors produced by our factory? Do you want a thorough investigation?"

Song Wenxuan nodded, with a normal expression: "About ten of them had accidents. The engines suddenly stalled during operation. One even caught fire during inspection, injuring people."

Although Song Wenxuan answered calmly, Song Xiaoran knew that this was definitely not a trivial matter.

Although Wangjing No. 1 Machinery Factory is now a behemoth, involved in the field of iron ore and steel casting machinery production, agricultural machinery production has always been its basic business and what my father values ​​most.

Chunguang brand agricultural machinery splicing has advantages in quality and price and is sold overseas. It is a major local export earner.

If this reputation, which has been built up for decades, collapses because of this, it can be said to be a major event comparable to the collapse of the sky.

My father’s decades of hard work might be ruined in one day.

Song Xiaoran couldn't help but asked: "Is there something wrong with the same batch?"

Song Wenxuan nodded: "Pretty much. The problem is all with the Chunguang brand small tractors produced in the past two years."

[Dad just asked the technical department and quality inspection department to check. What if there is a problem with them? Isn't that just the thief shouting to catch the thief? Let me say, it is better to ask experts from the university to study the technical drawings to confirm whether it is a design problem. If not to find a few trustworthy masters, it is best to find retired people with no interests to check whether there is something wrong in the workshop. question. 】

(End of this chapter)