"Zhihao, is this the can factory?"
Zhao Juxiang took the opportunity to deliver something to Xu Zhihao and made a special trip to the can factory.
She had long heard that the Shen Family was wealthy, especially Shen Qiuyun’s maternal family, who owned a can factory employing dozens of people. She had no feeling for it when just hearing about it, but now that she had actually set foot in the can factory, Zhao Juxiang felt truly impressed by her daughter-in-law’s maternal family’s wealth.
Xu Zhihao introduced her around, also feeling quite smug in his tone. He wasn’t just an ordinary worker at the can factory but managed the production workshop, overseeing more than twenty people.
Having just had a son and now having become the workshop director, Xu Zhihao was in high spirits, walking with an extra spring in his step.
"Mom, let me know what you and Dad want to eat, and I’ll have someone bring it back for you, and also for Grandpa and Grandma. Remember to tell me if they need anything."
Xu Zhihao said this with a strong sense of confidence. His salary for the month had doubled from before, and with money in his pocket, he no longer felt anxious.
"Mom always knew my Zhihao was going to be a success."
Zhao Juxiang praised, looking incredibly proud, which made Xu Zhihao feel especially heartened upon hearing it.
"By the way, Zhihao, do you remember Xiuhong?"
As soon as Zhao Juxiang mentioned her, Xu Zhihao uncertainly asked, "Is that the girl from my aunt’s family, the one who married into Zhou Ming’s family?"
"Exactly," Zhao Juxiang confirmed, "A few days ago, Zhou Ming gave your father a carton of cigarettes. Between the lines, he was hinting about finding a job for his wife."
"I was thinking, since you’re at the can factory, if there’s any job available, it would be better to keep the opportunity within the family, right?" Zhao Juxiang’s recent days had been quite comfortable.
People in the village treated Zhao Juxiang with respect and reverence. Those who usually didn’t visit or who looked at her unfavorably were now bringing gifts like eggs or other foodstuff, praising her left and right for having a good son.
"Mom, I’ve just started at the can factory. If they hire more people in the future, I’ll mention it." Xu Zhihao didn’t accept immediately. He had just arrived at the can factory, and his priority was to establish himself firmly and demonstrate his capability to his in-laws.
"Little sister, look at this." Xu Nian’an had just got his hands on the newspaper and was showing the advertisement to Xu Nianhua with a gleeful expression.
On the newspaper was a large photo of the Qingsong Furniture Factory entrance, with several smaller pictures beside it showing the attractive cupboards, desks, and dressing tables made in the factory. There was also an introduction to the Qingsong Furniture Factory.
The bold words ’Custom-made furniture, free gift included’ stood out prominently on the paper. The entire write-up, devised by Xu Nian’an and Xu Nianhua over one evening, was particularly eye-catching. It stirred interest among many who were considering buying furniture. At the same price, but with Qingsong Furniture Factory being new and offering gifts, only a fool would not go there.
Consequently, the factory had been inundated with visitors every day since the advertisement was published.
Xu Qinghe, not very articulate, and his apprentice, Xu Song, were much the same. Seeing them overwhelmed with work, Xu Yuchun joined in to help with customer service. Although he worked as an accountant in the village, he was quite the talker.
When customers asked specialized questions he didn’t understand, his son Xu Song immediately stepped in to explain. The father-son duo assisted the highest number of customers.
Cai Feng, Yao Gen, and Xu Qinghe all attended to numerous customers, and by the end of the day, there were plenty of orders for custom-made furniture. Those who were initially worried about the lack of buyers were now concerned they might be too busy to cope.