"Come on, look over here. Yes, keep your eyes on the distance."
Song Yunping stood prettily by the roadside, smiling at Wang Yan some distance away as he fiddled with the camera and took pictures.
"Wouldn't this be inappropriate?" she asked when Wang Yan came over after finishing.
"There's nothing inappropriate about it. I bought it to keep records in the first place. The factory needs records—shouldn't our county town be recorded too?" Wang Yan said with a smile. "I've taken quite a few pictures of the factory workers lately, and they've all been happy about it. Besides, I'm such a big-shot deputy factory director, leading everyone to make big money. Who'd want to make trouble for me? I wouldn't even need to say a word—our factory workers would go pounding on their door."
Song Yunping nodded in full agreement. "That's true. I heard about it even in Red Guard Town. A lot of people are pulling strings now, trying to get their children jobs at the textile factory. Oh, and I should thank you for what you did for my second aunt's family."
"You don't need to thank me for that." Wang Yan waved his hand. "Don't overthink it. All the children of factory workers got into the factory. Their family was entitled to it in the first place."
"You're amazing. You've only been back for such a short time, and you've already led everyone toward a better life." Song Yunping smiled. "I even wrote to Little Hui about it. He also said you had a lot of ideas. He told me he went to look into the textile factory over there, and said their leaders especially admired your machines. They've already paid, but delivery won't be until after the New Year."
"Anyun First Textile Factory? I know. They