Li Wenxiu put her bag on the sofa, pulled open the hair pocket with her hair tied in her hair, and her hair was covered with black hair, covering her back like a waterfall.

"I didn't say I wanted to divorce you! I just said that. But who can guarantee that you won't abandon us mother and son?" She glanced at Wang Lin, "Besides, there are Sister Xu and Xiaodie at home. They can take good care of their children and their families. I quit my job and have nothing to do at home."

"Can't you just take care of your son with Sister Xu? Sister Xu is also very tiring to take care of her baby alone."

Xu Ying smiled and said, "I'm not tired, I'm not tired at all. Wang Lin, if you think I'm not well caring, then I'll be more attentive in the future."

Wang Lin said: "Sister Xu, I'm talking about Wenxiu! This has nothing to do with you."

Li Wenxiu said: "Yes, he just doesn't know what's wrong, he is quarreling with me!"

Wang Lin said: "Don't quarrel all day long, quarrel! I didn't want to quarrel with you! I'll just talk about the matter with you now!"

Li Wenxiu said: "Isn't the child okay now? If there is really something wrong, Sister Xu will call my office and I will come back. The factory is so close to home! A small cold, what does it make you nervous?"

Xu Ying smiled and said, "That's the reason. In fact, the child has never cried. Wang Lin cried the most fiercely when he came back. He may have never heard the baby cry like this, so he felt heartbroken. In fact, Wenxiu has a very good class in her class. She is very idle at home every day. Like other women who don't have class, they all gather together to play mahjong."

The style of playing mahjong and playing poker in Shanghai was very popular during the Republic of China.

Women retire early and have nothing to do, and they just make up cards all day long. Playing mahjong is addictive, and it is easy for men and women to play mahjong together every day. Especially when strangers and women have a way to get in touch every day because of playing mahjong.

Wang Lin knew a little about this. What he disliked most in his life was women who were addicted to playing mahjong all day long. Fortunately, people were in groups, and the people around him were women who didn't like playing mahjong.

Like Zhou Zhou and Shen Xue, they all have their own hobbies. They either play music or dance after get off work.

Li Wenxiu's hobby is to take care of the family, make clothes, knit sweaters, and watch video tapes whenever he has time, without any bad habits.

When Wang Lin heard Xu Ying say this, he thought that Xu Ying’s concerns were correct. Xu Ying and Sun Xiaodie were doing housework. Even if Li Wenxiu resigned, she didn’t have much serious work at home, so she was afraid that someone might be dragged to play mahjong.

"Forget it! Just do whatever you like." Wang Linxin waved her hand tiredly.

At this time, Li Wenjuan also came back.

Li Wenjuan entered the house and saw Wang Lin, throwing the bag in her hand, and thrust over with a giggle: "Brother-in-law!"

Wang Lin was caught off guard and was held up by Li Wenjuan.

Li Wenjuan hugged him and shook it, and pouted and kissed him in the face.

Wang Lin blocked her beautiful little mouth with his hands and smiled, "Okay, I've only been out for two days. Do you think of me so much?"

"Well, I just miss you!" Li Wenjuan pulled Wang Lin's hand away, whispered on his face, and then let him go, and said with a smile, "Brother-in-law, that Tang Yumei agreed to contract the garment factory."

Wang Lin nodded: "When it comes to her, I have to go find her."

"What are you asking her for?"

"For adults, please don't ask about it."

Xu Ying and Sun Xiaodie prepared the meal and brought out the fried dishes.

Li Wenxiu went inside to see the child, touched the baby's forehead, but it didn't feel hot, so she put her forehead on the baby's forehead and tried it.

She kissed the baby with pity, stood up and turned around, and saw Wang Lin standing at the door and looking at him.

"It seems that the fever has subsided." Li Wenxiu said.

"Well, let's have a meal." Wang Lin nodded.

Li Wenxiu snuggled in his arms and said, "What's wrong with you today? I'm angry as soon as I come back?"

"It's okay!" Wang Lin patted his wife on the back.

The two came out to have a meal.

"Why didn't Zhou Zhu come to my house for dinner?" Wang Lin asked.

Li Wenxiu said: "She has been very busy recently, and it is about to be in the Spring Festival Conference. If the bamboo fiber fabric in the factory is to participate in the exhibition, she should try to produce as many fancy styles suitable for export. In order to study popular fabrics abroad, she works overtime in the factory every day."

"Yeah!" Wang Lin responded casually. He could not act too concerned about Zhou Zhu in front of Li Wenxiu.

After dinner, Wang Lin went downstairs, called Uncle Zhong, and drove to Tang Yumei's house.

When they arrived outside the alley, Wang Lin said to Uncle Zhong: "They know you and know you are Tang Jixian's people. Go and tell Tang Yumei! Tang Jixian is also Tang Yumei's biological father after all. They should know his bad news."

Uncle Zhong nodded calmly and got out of the car.

It was still drizzling on the dark night.

There was no one in the alley.

Tang Yumei and her daughter had just had a meal.

Zhang Xiaowan sat in front of the only desk at home, with her back facing the door, and was writing something at her desk.

Tang Yumei is cleaning up her house.

Uncle Zhong saw that the door was not closed, so he walked to the door and knocked on the door panel.

Tang Yumei looked up and saw that it was Uncle Zhong, and was stunned: "Why are you? What are you here to do? I don't welcome you at home!"

Uncle Zhong bent down respectfully at Tang Yumei: "I bring you a very unfortunate news. Boss Tang has passed away, and the funeral was held yesterday."

"Is he dead?" Tang Yumei was shocked. The broom in her hand fell to the ground with a bang. She opened her eyes and looked at Uncle Zhong in a daze, and asked again, "Is he dead?"

"Yes, Miss." Uncle Zhong said, "He will never come to disturb you again in the future."

"Where is he buried?"

"Xiangjiang, in Baolian Zen Temple."

"Thank you. Come in and sit there?"

Uncle Zhong came with Tang Jixian last time, and Tang Yumei didn't like them. She neither invited her to sit down nor served tea. Now that Tang Jixian is dead, Tang Yumei is much more polite.

"No need. Goodbye." Uncle Zhong said, turned around and left.

Zhang Xiaowan twisted her waist, looked at her mother, and blinked her beautiful eyes: "Mom, what are you talking about? Who is dead?"

Last time Tang Jixian came, Zhang Xiaowan didn't see it, nor did she know her true life experience.

Tang Yumei wiped the corners of her eyes and said, "Xiaowan, your grandfather is dead."

"My grandfather?" Zhang Xiaowan said in surprise, "Mom, do I have a grandfather? Why have I never heard you talk about it?"

Tang Yumei just found out that soon after, she heard the bad news!

Uncle Zhong walked out and reported to Wang Lin.

After hearing this, Wang Lin nodded: "Okay, let's go."

Uncle Zhong asked, "Mr. Wang, where are you going?"

Wang Lin thought for a while and said, "Go home!"

He originally wanted to see Shen Xue, but when he thought that his son had a cold, he chose to go home.

When Wang Lin came back, he saw Zhou Zhu having dinner at home.

"Haha! You have no food to eat in the factory? Come to my house for leftovers?" Wang Lin smiled.

Zhou Zhu gave him a blank look: "Is the food in the cafeteria delicious with your leftovers?"

"Just be your little wife for me," Wang Lin smiled, "Is that okay?"

Li Wenxiu sat next to Zhou Zhu and giggled, "Zhou Zhu, I think so too! Just forget it if you are your little wife to my Wang Lin? I like you very much as a cute and beautiful girl!"

Zhou Zhou was teased by their parents-in-law and then fired back: "Okay! I won't go back tonight, I'll sleep with your house!"

Everyone laughed.

After dinner, Zhou Zhuo said to Wang Lin: "Is the bamboo fiber fabric we produce too single?"

"Single? What do you mean?" Wang Lin asked back.

Zhou Zhu said: "Raw materials like cotton yarn can be blended. Can bamboo fibers also be blended?"

Wang Lin smiled and said, "Of course. Bamboo fiber fabric can be all-magnesium bamboo fiber yarn, all-day bamboo fiber yarn, and of course it can also be bamboo fiber blended yarn, such as bamboo cotton yarn, bamboo polyester yarn, etc.! And the benefits of blending are obvious. Everything has two sides, and bamboo fiber fabric also has its own disadvantages. Its service life is short and if it is not replaced for a long time, the performance of bamboo fiber fabric products will be significantly reduced. If blending is done, it can learn from the strengths and make up for the weaknesses and effectively solve this problem."

Zhou Zhu said: "Didn't you say it earlier? It made me study it for a long time! Oh, how did you know this knowledge? I came to the conclusion through practice and research. What about you?"

Wang Lin smiled and said, "I figured it out myself. Do you believe it?"

"Hate, I always say half of my words! Humph!" Zhou Zheng said, "Do you have any relevant information and classics? I can't bear to take it out for me to show it?"

Wang Lin laughed and said, "What's our relationship? I need to hide it in front of you?"

Zhou Zhu said: "The spring Guangshi Conference is about to be held. Whether our Shenfang Factory can fight this battle depends on the new fabric. The blessing of the Bodhisattva must be the best seller!"

Since she became the factory director, she has been trying to achieve success.

Shenfang No. 1 is the first domestic enterprise to complete the reform. There are a large number of employees, the machines have been innovated, and the team has been rejuvenated. It can be said that all the reforms can be done are done.

But the factory's efficiency has not improved significantly.

Zhou Zhu's shoulders have a heavy burden.

She has a lot of halos on her head, the first female factory manager in history, and the youngest factory manager in history!

However, if she cannot achieve corresponding results, she will become the most failed factory manager in history!

Zhou Zhu cannot make himself a typical example of failure!

Fortunately, Wang Lin provided a brand new product for her to try and provided funds to cooperate with her.
To be continued...