When Qin Zhiwei walked into the factory the next day and saw piece after piece of lingerie and swimwear hanging along the production line, he very nearly had a nosebleed.

Seeing him standing there as if he couldn't move his feet, Xu Ye immediately jabbed a knee into his backside and swore at him. "I'm warning you. Don't embarrass your old man."

Only then did Qin Zhiwei give a sheepish laugh and say twice in a lowered voice, "I won't, I won't."

Xu Ye took him to meet the person in charge of the warehouse first, and once Qin Zhiwei's duties were settled he left him in the warehouse and went off around the factory on his own.

Xu Ye's memory was quite good. He could already put names to all the people Pei Youwei had introduced him to the day before.

Factory Manager Cao Bin, for one.

The two workshop supervisors, Tan Peng and Wang Wei, for another.

And Taobao operations Zhang Pingping, customer service head Jiang Xi, and warehouse keeper Shen Mengmeng.

Apart from the factory manager and the two workshop supervisors, all the other employees were women — the younger ones around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, the older ones close to fifty, but nearly all of them married.

Xu Ye worked his way down from the second floor to the first, and once he reached the workshop it took him only two or three sentences to have a whole group of women laughing out loud.

Making women happy had become a talent Xu Ye came equipped with after being reborn.

After a few off-color jokes, Xu Ye changed the subject and asked, testing the water, "I looked at your pay slips for last month. Some of you are on seven thousand a month now?"

Seven thousand a month, in a fourth-tier city like Jiangzhou, already counted as very high.

An ordinary university graduate coming out on an internship in those days got three or four thousand a month, and most of them were treated like dogs at the company on top of it.

Somebody answered quickly. "Only Zhou-jie…