Chapter 517: What Do You Mean?

A project that would take others, or even an entire team, two or three years to complete.

And she had finished it in just over ten days.

This was beyond what the word "genius" could describe.

Director Zheng’s expression grew solemn.

"Fu Mingxue, I’ll get these blueprints to the design institute as soon as possible. Don’t you worry. As long as your designs are approved, I will absolutely fight to get you the reward you deserve."

He couldn’t afford to disappoint such a capable talent.

A talent like hers deserved to be compensated accordingly; it would be the best way to motivate her design and development abilities.

Hearing this, Fu Mingxue didn’t bother with polite refusals.

She had originally planned on doing it for free.

But a reward would be even better.

After all, she’d spent so much time on these designs, not to mention all the sleepless nights.

Reading those specialized books from the system had cost her a fair bit of money, too.

"Then thank you, Director Zheng. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be on my way."

After Fu Mingxue left, Director Zheng meticulously examined the blueprints one more time.

He wasn’t an expert in the textile industry,

but the machine’s design was truly ingenious and flawless.

If it could truly be built according to these blueprints, it would usher in a massive reformation of the domestic textile industry.

At this thought, he carefully gathered the blueprints.

He then took out a large bag and placed the blueprints inside, again with great care.

Finally, he made a phone call.

As for Fu Mingxue, she wasn’t concerned with what happened next.

She knew Director Zheng would handle it.

She hadn’t slept well for the past few days.

Now that her work was done, she felt a wave of exhaustion and laid her head on her desk for a quick nap.

What she didn’t know was that when Director Zheng delivered her blueprints to the design institute, it caused a major stir.

The blueprints were so meticulously detailed that the people at the institute couldn’t find a single reason to request a meeting with Fu Mingxue.

After all, Director Zheng had mentioned that Comrade Fu Mingxue was extremely busy.

Of course, the blueprints still had to be re-verified by the institute’s own research and development staff.

The designs were incredibly advanced.

As a result, the lights at the design institute stayed on until two or three in the morning every night.

Gao Lan’s recovery from her miscarriage was long since complete.

But Mrs. Gao hadn’t left.

Qin Wenze was anxious for his mother-in-law to leave.

After all, Gao Lan had more or less recovered.

He just wasn’t used to having his mother-in-law in the house.

"Gao Lan, when is your mom going home?"

The moment Gao Lan heard him, her expression soured. "Qin Wenze, what’s that supposed to mean? Are you trying to kick my mom out?"

Qin Wenze looked at her.

He sighed inwardly.

’Ever since she lost the baby, Gao Lan’s personality has changed so much.’

’She used to be gentler and more understanding, though a little timid and overly cautious at times.’

’But it was still very comfortable being with her.’

’Otherwise, he never would have married her.’

’But the woman she was now... even when she was gentle, it was a completely different kind of gentleness than before.’

’She no longer had that old understanding nature; instead, she was often sharp and biting.’

"I’m not trying to kick your mom out. I just think there are a lot of people back at your parents’ house who need her, too. We can’t trouble her forever."

"The New Year is just around the corner. Don’t they have a lot to do at home?"

Gao Lan had just had a momentary flash of anger.

But his words had soothed her a little.

"I’ll talk to my mom. Oh, and... she worked really hard taking care of me all this time. How about we give her some money?"