Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 771 - 18: Know that in life there is no place where one may not meet again

Accompanied Cui Xiaoying to the Church over the weekend, Wang Yunxiao brought quite a few people with him.

Aside from his own brothers, there were also the four little ones from the literature club, for whom the Church could be considered their second home.

The main reason for going to the Church was the zero-cost shopping event.

It wasn’t just about getting cash or goods, with some luck, one could even get a wife.

Wang Yunxiao had previously arranged a cushy job for his brothers, having them conduct a survey, but the results weren’t quite satisfactory.

Their gang had a notorious reputation on campus; though they hadn’t really bullied any students, tales of their brutality and dominance circulated in every class.

The average student’s fear of them far outweighed any admiration.

Added to that, his brothers lacked experience and all acted quite honestly, not daring to be too proactive, so the results were somewhat disappointing.

When asked, they just shook their heads in denial.

However, according to Youtiao’s covert observations, actually, several brothers had ideas in their minds, but were too shy to speak up.

Then there was nothing to do but to say it wasn’t meant to be. The big brother can only do so much as to set you up, he can’t take your place on the wedding night, can he?

This time, the opportunity was even better, according to Cui Xiaoying, many girls at the factory were contemplating marriage.

You don’t even need to take the initiative; if they took a fancy to someone, they might be more proactive than you.

The only drawback might be that their age could be a bit higher, but it wasn’t unacceptable.

Don’t they say that an older woman is like a treasure? Maybe some are into the mature ’big sister’ type?

Wang Yunxiao really racked his brains for his brothers’ happiness.

To help with moving things, he even went to the police station to borrow two tricycles.

Their first stop was the "Huixin" Cotton Spinning Factory in Nantong District, where Cui Xiaoying and Meng Wei used to work. However, they weren’t ordinary textile workers but "Technical Nuns" specializing in machine repair.

The factory had now ceased operations, and a red paper notice was posted at the entrance detailing the compensation measures for resigned employees. The compensation varied based on different job types and position levels, ranging from tens to hundreds of yuan, and included cotton cloth produced by the factory.

The Church Nuns were not included in this, after all, they were part of the shareholders and management.

Although the factory had stopped operations, not many workers had voluntarily resigned, as jobs were hard to come by these days, especially for female workers like them.

Many of the female workers took advantage of the fine weather to wash and dry clothes outside the employee dormitories and cast curious glances at the appearance of Wang Yunxiao and company.

"Wow! Such a big factory!"

Uesugi Risa, who had been bored at home on Sunday and came out with Cui Xiaoying, couldn’t help exclaiming upon seeing the neatly arranged factory buildings.

She was a country bumpkin, not used to seeing the ways of the world.

But fair is fair, compared to the residential buildings in the city, these modern industrial production lines indeed looked impressive.

Wang Yunxiao glanced at the Literature Club’s four-member group, who were also oohing and aahing, and decided to assign them an 800-word travelogue as an essay.

When they got back, he’d talk to their homeroom teacher... It’s not good to let these kids have too much idle time, it can lead to trouble.

Cui Xiaoying, familiar with the place, found the factory manager and explained her purpose.

The summary was simple—moving.

The factory was originally private property of the Church, but now it was being transferred and nationalized, which meant an asset division on the books. It needed to be clarified what assets belonged to the factory and what belonged to the Church.

It’s like, for example, a pancake and fruit stand where the owner and the owner of the neighboring bun shop were a married couple. Pancakes cost two cents, a basket of vegetarian buns four cents, but if you bought them together, they only charged you five cents as an internal discount.

Now the bun shop has been sold off and the owner only sells pancakes and fruit. Asking for the same discount would no longer be appropriate.

The textile factory was the same, whether it was the upstream raw materials or the equipment in the machinery repair department, many things were not on the factory’s books and had nothing to do with the factory’s assets.

Cui Xiaoying, as a Church Nun, had the right to dispose of these.

Previously, she had only moved back a few machines, not because that was all she had, but because the cost of hiring labor was too high, and she did not see the necessity.

Now that she had gotten a group of strong labor for free, things became much easier.

What good things could possibly be in a textile factory... There were indeed plenty of good things.

Principal Zhou’s summary was very precise—it all came down to accounting for depreciation.

"So many sewing machines?"

Looking at the sewing machines in the warehouse, Wang Yunxiao’s eyes widened.

He had never seen such machines on the market, not even in the upscale tailor shops frequented by Eldest Miss Li, which led him to believe that single-user foot-operated sewing machines had not been invented yet in this era.

In fact, they couldn’t be produced domestically and had to be imported from the Federation, plus their inner workings were complicated, much like cars nowadays; if one part broke, you couldn’t even fix it at home.

It was not something an ordinary little tailor shop could afford to play with.

Moreover, these sewing machines in the textile factory were not the manual foot-operated type, but electric.

Without a professional technical Nun to explain it to you, you wouldn’t even be able to find the switch.

"These are all scrapped machines, which can still be used if repaired, but we need to order a few sets of parts from the Federation."

Machines that can be used if repaired are not suitable for production, as industrial production values efficiency—one of these sewing machines could possibly run non-stop for 24 hours. If it breaks down twice a day, the time spent fixing it would be enough to buy a new one.

So it’s not contradictory to be scrapped but still usable.

"Shall we move two of them back?"

When Wang Yunxiao talked about opening a shop last night, Cui Xiaoying was indeed very tempted. She had this idea but was not bold enough and only dared to discuss it quietly with Wang Yunxiao.

"Can we just take them back without paying?"

"Of course not, I have to write a formal application to the Church, as long as there’s a legitimate reason."

Cui Xiaoying wasn’t daring not to take them; rather, she was worried about whether the shop could be successfully opened.

"I have to go to school, I don’t have time to help them manage it."

"I’ve got it covered; no one with any sense will come make trouble. For the rest, you can talk to them. If they themselves are unwilling, then we can’t really help."

After Cui Xiaoying left, Wang Yunxiao turned to his brothers and instructed, "When the young misses come over later, don’t act all shy and fidgety like women, perk up!"

"No problem, big brother!"

Wang Yunxiao turned his gaze towards the spirited Liu Pangxie.

"You... have you thought it through?"

"I’ve thought it through, big brother! In life, one must be down-to-earth, cannot aim too high and miss!"

Liu Pangxie spoke righteously: "When it comes to finding a wife, earlier is better than later, urgency is key - what’s in the pot, even if exotic, is not as good as a bite of meat in your own bowl! I can’t aspire to the daughters of wealthy families, as long as the woman has wide hips and can bear children, I won’t refuse!"

"Which Eldest Miss are you talking about?"

Upon hearing the voice behind him, Liu Pangxie’s face, brimming with excitement, instantly froze, and he stiffened.

Turning his head, Wang Yunxiao saw Yang Youxuan standing at the stairway gateway, her right hand in a plaster cast hanging around her neck and her left arm adorned with a red armband, smiling and waving at him.

"Section Chief Wang, Miss Uesugi, we meet again!"