Reborn Spicy Little Wife

Chapter 521 1 Points Critical Hit

Luo Ning was so busy at home that he was completely overwhelmed, and Wang Tiejun, Luo Baiwan, and others who were in charge of the clothing company in the city were also so busy that they had no time to go home.

Qin Fen was very helpful and took over Jiang Hongyou's food factory. Wang Tiejun found his former comrades and made slight modifications to the internal structure according to Luo Ning's needs.

Cart after cart of vegetables was transported to the pickle factory by horse-drawn carts, and the workers began the first step of washing and drying the vegetables!

Other slightly larger factories were merged and integrated by Luoning into a branch of Anning Food Factory.

Those small factories were unable to continue operating after paying compensation and were acquired by Luoning and became Anning Handicraft Workshop.

She has the power and the protection of the law, and stands on the moral high ground, so she can unite others.

The fact that other factories could be integrated by Luoning shows that they still have some value.

Small, worthless counterfeit workshops went out of business, and all infringing trademarks were withdrawn from the market.

Of course, these things were not accomplished in a day. It took Luo Ning three months to complete the merger and get the food processing plant and workshops running normally.

During this period, Anning Group's first hotel, Anning Grand Hotel, rose to prominence in the most prosperous area of ​​Jiangbei.

Besides supplying vegetables to Anning Hotel and First Floor Restaurant, Liu Aijia and the three nearby villages also sent the rest of their vegetables to the pickle factory.

Without middlemen taking a cut, this is a huge profit.

Of course, that's all in the future. Right now, Luo Ning is stumbling along the path of exploring pickled mustard tubers.

Luo Yang spends every day at the garment factory urging production to proceed. The first batch of garments produced by the company will be on the market this weekend, and there must be a sufficient supply.

Yu Jing returned to the village that night and never came back. Even though he was so busy, he still felt empty inside.

Wang Tiejun and Feng Lequn returned from outside, their steps hurried.

"Xiao Feng, write a report on the houses we looked at today and submit it to me. I need to report to the president and wait for her final decision!"

"Okay, I understand! Mr. Wang, why hasn't Vice President Luo come to the company lately? Didn't she return from her business trip?"

"The president wants to start a pickle factory, and Vice President Luo has taken over the business. She and Yu Jing have been extremely busy these days."

Vice President Luo is busy preparing for the pickle factory, and you know her secretary, Yu Jing, right?

That girl was really something; she wore high heels and worked alongside Vice President Luo without ever complaining of being tired.

The machines in the workshop run 24 hours a day, but the workers get rest; they never stop working, even though they work 24 hours a day.

We need to work even harder! Our clothes are launching this weekend, and the CEO has high hopes for us. We absolutely have to make this a success…

Luo Yang emerged from behind an elm tree, gazed in the direction where Wang Tiejun and Feng Lequn had disappeared, turned and walked into the workshop. He gave an instruction to Chen Renjie, the director of the third workshop, and hurriedly left the company.

Wang Tiejun stood by his office window, watching Luo Yang's retreating figure, a smile spreading across his face.

You little rascal, are you feeling sorry for me now?

When Luo Yang left work in the afternoon, he walked into Wang Tiejun's office and said, "Mr. Wang, I would like to ask for three hours off tonight."

Wang Tiejun looked troubled but was secretly overjoyed. "I was notified in advance during the day that there would be a meeting at eight o'clock. This is the most crucial meeting before the clothing goes on sale. If you don't have a valid reason for taking leave, I can't approve it."

"I..." Luo Yang began to have second thoughts. The company was so busy right now, it was really inappropriate for him to take leave.

But the thought of Jingjing's feet hurting when she wore high heels made him feel terrible.

“My grandfather is not in good health. My family sent a message asking me to go back and check on him. I promise I will be back in three hours.”

"I see..." Wang Tiejun pondered for a moment and nodded.

"Alright then, go and come back soon, and be careful on the road!"

"Thank you!" Luo Yang said, jogging away from the west window.

Brat!

Using Uncle Qi as a shield to deliver shoes? You really came up with that idea! Wang Tiejun got up and went to Wang Fenglequn's door. "Little Feng, notify all departments that the evening meeting will be postponed to nine o'clock!"

If that brat Luo Yang won't be back in three hours, let's give him an extra hour.

Feng Lequn nodded happily, "Okay, Mr. Wang."

Qing'an Village, Luo Ning's home.

Yu Jing sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, kicked off her high heels, rubbed her feet, and secretly vowed that she would definitely buy a pair of shoes when she had time.

She only realized her serious lack of life experience when she went out this time. That day, she bought some small innerwear items but forgot to buy a pair of flat shoes or cloth shoes.

She was extremely envious of Luo Ning's sneakers, which were stylish, lightweight, and comfortable.

She envied Luo Ning and her husband's inseparable, sweet yet melancholic relationship, and felt utterly devastated, as if she would never be happy again.

Zheng Xiu'e walked in from outside and saw Yu Jing sitting in the courtyard, a smile appearing on her face.

"Yu Jing, you must be exhausted. My sister has told you many times that you can go and rest, you don't need to stay here all the time."

Yu Jing immediately put her feet down and put on her high heels. "Sister Xiu'e, I'm not tired."

"You're not in good health, you need to take it easy, you know?" Zheng Xiu'e reminded her, and quickly walked towards the kitchen.

Luo Ning sprinkled seasonings into the jar, praying to all the gods and Buddhas in heaven and on earth. This time, he must succeed, Amen!

Xie Chang'an carried the cup into the kitchen, put it down, and secretly went up to hug Luo Ning's waist.

Luo Ning jolted and her hand trembled, causing her to spill all the salt from the spoon into the jar.

The air was suddenly quiet.

Oops!

Xie Chang'an's heart skipped a beat. He let go of Luo Ning's hands and feet, not knowing where to put them. "Wife, I didn't mean to."

Luo Ning has a headache. Xie San Sui is getting more and more naughty. What should she do?

Zheng Xiu'e saw this scene from outside, and Niao Niao quietly walked back.

Xie Chang'an and Luo Ning looked up and saw Zheng Xiu'e's back.

"Sister, where are you going!" Luo Ning's face flushed slightly, and she glared at Xie Chang'an, feeling ashamed to face anyone.

Xie Chang'an thought to himself, "Even when my wife glares at me, she looks beautiful."

Zheng Xiu'e was a little embarrassed. Why did she have to go into the kitchen at this particular time? Since her sister had already called her, she had no choice but to go back. "Oh, I went the wrong way."

"Your excuse is terrible!" Luo Ning exposed Zheng Xiu'e's mistake immediately. Couldn't she have come up with a decent excuse? She was really being fooled like a tiger cub.

Zheng Xiu'e walked to a row of jars with a smile. "What excuse isn't lame? I didn't see anything just now?"

Luo Ning: "..."

Xie Chang'an immediately came to Luo Ning's rescue, pointing to the pickled vegetable jar from before, "Wife, should we throw this jar away?"

"Let me try it first!" Luo Ning secretly breathed a sigh of relief, snapped out of her embarrassment, picked up her long chopsticks, mixed the seasoning, and put a piece into her mouth.

To make it easier for the pickled mustard greens to absorb the flavor, she chopped them up before pickling, so they could be eaten right out of the pan.

Xie Chang'an stared intently at Luo Ning, his heart filled with unease.

If they fail again this time, it will be their 100th failure...