Yuan Xinyun just smiled, while Jiang Xinyu watched from the side; he seemed a few years older than Wei Kaiyun.
Wei Kaiyun gave people the impression of being serious, while Yuan Xinyun felt approachable.
To Jiang Xinyu, he seemed like a smiling tiger; someone who could rise to the position of Provincial Textile Factory Director must not be ordinary.
The end-of-work bell rang, and Yuan Xinyun stood up, "Xiao Wei, let's go."
The textile factory cafeteria had private rooms, and after three of them sat down, Tong Mingzhu also arrived.
"Please wait a moment, Directors, I'll go get the food."
Jiang Xinyu, very perceptive, stood up to follow behind Tong Mingzhu as they left.
"Xiao Wei, why did you start using a female secretary? Didn't you firmly reject that before?"
"This little girl is quite competent; her shorthand is fast, and Qian Jun really isn't up to the task."
"Isn't this little girl too young?"
"She's sixteen, graduated from junior high."
