Chapter 231: Then it's heatstroke

At this time, Lu Qiao saw that Zhen Xi's complexion had improved.

The medicine just now was estimated to be something like a sedative, but more of it was the effect of the energy in her palm.

She silently moved her hand away.

Glanced at Zhen Xi, and shouted to Director Zhou: "It's fine, President Zhen has already recovered."

Hearing this, the hurriedly Director Zhou stopped his steps and turned his head to look at Lu Qiao.

Then he and Old Hu let others wait in the corridor, and he and Old Hu entered the conference room together.

They saw Zhen Xi full of sweat on his head and face.

Secretary You was holding a handkerchief, wiping sweat for Zhen Xi.

The two were really startled. Director Zhou asked again whether to go to the hospital.

Secretary You said on the side: "It doesn't matter, it's already much better now, and we brought our own doctors."

Director Zhou and Old Hu didn't insist anymore.

If Zhen Xi agreed, it would be fine. If he didn't agree, it was impossible to forcibly send people to the hospital.

In their reception rules, this item was specially marked.

It is said that these tycoons, especially top tycoons, when they are sick, they don't go to the hospital for diagnosis like ordinary people.

They have private doctors, and even their own private hospitals.

Including Zhen Zihao, it is said that his physical condition is kept secret.

Then his heir should be even more so.

Old Hu and Director Zhou looked at each other and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

And Secretary You was looking at Lu Qiao with a grateful and shocked expression.

Actually, it was less than two minutes before and after.

This young Factory Director Lu had covered up the secret that was almost discovered by others.

So did Factory Director Lu guess something?

Did her words and actions have any intention?

But at this time, Secretary You, including Zhen Xi, had no time to think about this.

It's just that Lu Qiao was explaining, as if she hadn't seen Zhen Xi's ferocious face just now.

"It's very hot today. Our conditions here are simple. Not to mention air conditioning, there are not even fans. This is our negligence. I'm really sorry, President Zhen."

So Factory Director Lu thought Zhen Xi had heatstroke?

Secretary You breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhen Xi stagnated for a moment, still slowly stood up, and looked at Lu Qiao who was a few steps away.

The room was a bit quiet, and Zhen Xi's gaze was a bit deep.

He couldn't talk about stormy seas in his heart, but it wasn't calm at all.

This flare-up subsided so quickly.

While making him rejoice, his heart was also full of doubts.

Zhen Xi hesitated for a moment, his voice calm, but his expression very serious: "Factory Director Lu, I did have some heatstroke just now, but it's fine now, and you don't need to say sorry to me. This is my own problem and has nothing to do with you."

Speaking of this, he deliberately emphasized: "Factory Director Lu, the content discussed just now is all valid. Just follow what we said just now. My team will stay for one more day."

Speaking of this, Zhen Xi paused, then continued: "Also, my big supermarket, my clothing company, and even my assets all belong to me personally. The orders I sign have legal effect anytime and anywhere. Even if I have a problem, the Zhen family will pay all payments according to legal procedures."

Lu Qiao looked at Zhen Xi in surprise.

Looking at each other, Lu Qiao understood what Zhen Xi wanted to express.

Lu Qiao smiled and said: "I know President Zhen has abundant assets and is the heir of the Zhen Group. The reason for signing these orders with us is also because Jiangcheng is a place where the Zhen family has lived for several generations, and has very deep feelings for this place. On the other hand, it is also helping us get rid of the predicament early. We are very grateful to President Zhen."

Lu Qiao's words were very beautiful and pleasant to hear.

And Zhen Xi's negative emotions had long been swept away at this time.

He was polite and said sorry to Director Zhou and the comrades of the reception office.

Director Zhou naturally said it was our poor care, and then happily sent people back to the Swan Hotel.

Lu Qiao came by bicycle. Chang An put Lu Qiao's bicycle in the trunk of the jeep, and the group drove toward the military factory.

Along the way, there was no talk. According to Old Hu's meaning, the jeep stopped in front of the gate of the Xiang Yang Street Factory.

The driver was Factory Driver Little Zhu.

It wasn't his first time here.

But he felt that this small factory seemed to have big changes immediately.

Thinking in his heart, if they recruited workers, it was said that he had to walk some relationships.

Nowadays, the manual group and the food group were still separated.

Turning around the factory building, the fragrance of shortbread and corn cakes was smelled.

Chang An went straight to his manual workshop.

This was rebuilt from a big warehouse.

It used to be a yellow mud ground.

Old Hu found people to get a batch of old floorboards to pave it all, and put up wooden shelves on the side. In the middle was a long workbench, with chairs for workers to sit on both sides.

Actually, the conditions of such a manual group were already very good.

And the entrance was the material area.

Lu Qiao said it simply, and Fan Xiaoyu, who was already a formal worker, understood what was going on.

She hurriedly put down the grass weaving in her hand.

Lu Qiao saw that everyone was working in an orderly manner according to the method she said plus their own ideas.

The nimble Jiuying went to select golden grass, and Chang An and Fan Xiaoyu studied new melon seed baskets and grass-woven cattail leaf fans.

On the workbench was a stack of straw paper, and beside it were pencils, fountain pens, rulers, and various stationery.

The two talked while drawing.

Golden grass was quickly selected and all placed on the workbench.

Datian followed to count, and after counting, Jiuying began to weave the base.

Weidong was also selecting golden grass for weaving cattail leaf fans.

After the two of them finished weaving the base, Fan Xiaoyu and Chang An also discussed it, took it over, and continued weaving.

When it came to closing the edges, it was another person doing it.

Such a process was suitable for multi-person operation.

Lu Qiao walked around and stopped paying attention.

She would just look at the finished product at the end.

There was no need to point fingers at the process in the middle. After all, she really belonged to the group that only moved their mouths.

Talked to Director Hu about the raw materials.

This was easy to say, because it had already been agreed with Team Leader Lin that no matter how much they brought, this side would accept it.

Materials were fine, and money was also fine.

Now it seemed that the scale of acquisition still needed to be expanded.

The food factory's territory was also not small.

A shed could be built outside, and as long as fire prevention was done well, it would be fine.

Walking around, Old Hu found that there was no place to help.

Old Hu called Lu Qiao to the side: "You just stare at this side, no need to go to the Neighborhood Office."

Lu Qiao nodded and said to Old Hu: "Regarding the expansion of scale and recruitment, wait until the order is signed, and we will sit down with Director Zhou and Su Hongmei to talk."

This would require cooperation.

The place was easy to say, now it was mainly talent.

Old Hu thought for a while and asked again: "That... is Zhen Xi really heatstroke?"

Lu Qiao nodded very naturally.

Old Hu was a person who couldn't tolerate sand in his eyes. This matter really couldn't be told to him.

When Lu Qiao went home in the evening, she saw Grandma Sun coming out of her courtyard.

Grandma Sun didn't smile as usual, but walked away with a gloomy face.

No need to ask Meng Xia, whose expression was not good.

It must have been confirmed that it was indeed her family's big black dog that bit it. ===== CHAPTER 232 =====