Pan Jinliang kept silent this time, afraid that Jiang Xinyu might offend too many people and it wouldn't be good for her.
But Vice Factory Director Jiang was right as well, fearing everything from the front and the back won't do; since she's in this position, she must honor it.
"I understand, I'll convey it immediately."
After the meeting ended, Jiang Xinyu returned to her office. She called Old Yang, telling him the train's arrival time and instructed him to find the conductor directly.
She felt relieved after hanging up the phone, knowing the children could wear the cotton clothes she made. It's probably over minus twenty degrees there now, right? She was worried the two might get sick, but thinking of their daily exercise, their health should be just fine.
The phone on the desk rang, "Hello, Jiang Xinyu speaking."
"Xinyu, it's me, Liu Yuwei."
"What's the matter?"
"I found out, the report letter was written by Zhao Zhongshuo from your textile factory."
