Li Manjun arranged her work schedule and was about to catch up on some sleep when the office phone rang again.
"Mother!"
Nian Nian said angrily: "Forgot, Nian Nian!"
Li Manjun was so surprised that she forgot to send her daughter to Shirley Zhong's studio to practice modeling steps in the morning.
"I know, mom will be here right away." Li Manjun raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brow, not daring to stay up late anymore.
I immediately drove home, picked up Sister Zhou and Nian Nian, and took them to Shirley Zhong’s studio.
Mrs. Qiu looked at Li Manjun's bloodshot eyes and asked worriedly: "Are you okay?"
Li Manjun waved her hand and told Sister Zhou to take a taxi home at noon and reimburse the fare, then rushed back to the company to work without stopping.
Today, leaders from relevant departments are coming to inspect. Ever since the sorting plant started, inspections like this have happened every now and then. They usually arrive after noon. After the inspection, they will get off work in the afternoon and go to the restaurant arranged by her for dinner.
Liu Yan was very unhappy, "Isn't this just here to get some free time? I've been here twice this week, don't you bother me?"
She is the director of the factory, and what she fears most is that the other party will find fault with her and ask her to change this or that. The layman will guide the expert, which is a test of mentality.
Li Manjun could only pat her shoulder to comfort her, "Just get used to it. It's the same in other places."
This is the normal behavior of all units in Rongcheng, especially now that Rongcheng is developing better and better, with more and more merchants settling in, and what goes up and down the line are effective. As long as things like this are not too much, and you cooperate, it will be over.
Li Manjun's requirements are very simple, not to stand out, not to be too late, and to be in the middle area where no one pays attention is just right.
What else could Liu Yan do? She could only stop the maintenance work she was doing and stay with her.
It was busy until it got dark in the evening, and Li Manjun returned home after eating at the restaurant.
When they got home, Zhao Yong hadn't come back yet. Li Manjun was playing with her daughter while asking Sister Zhou about today's rehearsal at Shirley Zhong's studio.
Sister Zhou said: "We study very seriously every year."
Li Manjun lowered his head and asked his daughter: "Baby, how about mommy taking you to a bigger show next week and us walking on stage?"
Mrs. Qiu called her in the afternoon. At that time, she was busy receiving inspection leaders and did not receive the call. Later, when she went back after socializing, Mrs. Qiu said:
"Your family has done well every year. I asked her today and she said she was willing to help auntie, so she will be the one to be chosen for next week's show?"
Li Manjun replied: "I have no problem. I will take a look at it when I go back tonight. I will get back to you immediately if I have a positive answer."
"Okay, then hurry up. She is so young and doesn't understand this. It's not just what you adults say." Mrs. Qiu's tone was a bit complaining. She felt that Li Manjun was asking for advice from a two-year-old child.
A very speechless thing.
Can a two-year-old really make his own decisions?
Even Sister Zhou, who takes care of the children, felt that Li Manjun was too protracted, but she didn't say anything and just quietly did her own thing. It was the owner's business how to educate the children, and she only had to do as she said.
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Nian Nian didn't understand what it meant to go to a big show, but Li Manjun said that the show had a larger platform, more people and lights, and she just had to walk around the stage as she had been trained before.
Nian Nian lowered his head and thought about it, then nodded.
Li Manjun emphasized, "If you agree every year, you can't go back on your promise."
Nian Nian smiled, stretched out his little finger, and hooked his mother's finger. His words were unclear, but he said seriously: "Hang yourself with a hook, and it won't change for a hundred years!"
"Okay, don't change. Whoever changes will be a puppy." Li Manjun said with a smile.
Nian Nian squatted on the carpet and barked "woof woof woof" a few times. Li Manjun couldn't help but raise her hand to her forehead, she is such a silly girl.
To be honest, Li Manjun is more nervous than Nian Nian himself. A child over two years old has too much control. Although he called Mrs. Qiu back and said that Nian Nian is willing to be a model, he did not forget to remind her:
"You'd better prepare a few more alternatives so that if something goes wrong on-site, the whole show won't be ruined."
Mrs. Qiu snorted: "Li Manjun, you underestimate me too much. I have already thought of this basic problem. You just need to bring me the person here."
"Okay." Li Manjun said everything he needed to say and felt relieved.
Soon, the time came to the day of erry summer conference.
It was the first time for their daughter to walk on stage. Neither Li Manjun nor Zhao Yong wanted to miss such a wonderful moment. They moved all their work to the next day and set aside time to take their children to the show in person.
The day before, Sister Zhou had already brought Nian Nian to the formal show rehearsal. The familiar environment made people feel at ease, and Nian Nian was very cooperative.
She was even a little excited, her big eyes twitching, looking expectantly at the shiny stage that had been set up.
Mrs. Qiu changed into a smart outfit today. The slim-fitting red women's suit fit her figure perfectly, making her sexy and beautiful.
She wore a pair of black high-heeled shoes, her hair was tied up with a tachyon on her head, and her big golden hoop earrings were close to her cheeks. She followed her owner quickly through every corner of the dressing room, reflecting the bright light.
Seeing Mrs. Qiu like this, Mrs. Lin and Wen Yufeng, who were invited to come, were dumbfounded, not daring to confirm that the woman in front of them who was arrogantly controlling the whole situation was actually the usually venomous and stingy Mrs. Qiu.
Moving to the front of the stage, Shirley Chung, wearing a new summer white dress, was shuttling between reporters and TV hosts, explaining the theme of the summer show to them.
Her lower abdomen is slightly bulging, not obvious, but it can already be seen that she is pregnant.
Lu Shengming, who usually doesn't like to appear in front of reporters with Shirley Zhong, now follows her behind her in order to protect his wife, always paying attention to her every move.
Mr. Lin clicked his tongue and sighed: "Mrs. Zhong is still working so hard when she is pregnant."
Director Liang came to attend Shirley Zhong's press conference for the first time. The couple had something to do and were unable to attend the first press conference. At that time, they were not optimistic about these fancy things.
Unexpectedly, in just three years, erry's fame spread to their workplace.
Nowadays, the female colleagues in the work unit will talk about the brand erry whenever they have something to do, and even give them the nickname "Lady Brand".
In short, it is a brand that most people cannot afford.
"That's great. I heard that Manager Li also bought shares. Mr. Zhao, didn't your wife also make a lot of money?" Director Liang looked at Zhao Yong with probing eyes.
Zhao Yong smiled and said calmly: "It's not bad, I got a lot of dividends last year."
"Looking at the scale of this show, the dividends must be at least hundreds of thousands, right?" Director Liang continued to ask.
Zhao Yong waved his hand, "How can this be such an exaggeration? The total dividends in the past two years must be more than 100,000 yuan. The initial investment is large and it is not profitable."
Director Liang clicked his tongue twice, hundreds of thousands, which is very impressive.
How much is his annual salary? It’s less than three thousand, which is a fraction of what others earn.
Seeing that Mr. Lin and Director Liang caught him asking alone, Zhao Yong hurriedly called Mr. Qiu. His wife also bought shares, how could he alone bear the envy, jealousy and hatred of the two?