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Chapter 1113 Heaven and Hell (Second update, please subscribe)
Is Nanyang a paradise?

Maybe, maybe not.

After all, people have various descriptions and understandings of heaven.

Although Nanyang has never claimed that "this is heaven", for Donya and her family who have just arrived in Chang'an, they feel that this place seems to be heaven, even though they came from heaven.

“Mom, is this really the capitalist hell?”

At night, looking at the ceiling, Maria's tone was a little unsure, even a little doubtful.

"hell?"

Dongnia asked with some doubt.

"Yes, that's what teachers always said before, saying that Western countries are hells ruled by capitalists..."

After listening to her daughter's explanation, the 37-year-old Tonya fell silent. She used to think so, but the experiences of the past few days completely overturned her understanding.

Everything about what the people here eat, use, and wear is beyond her imagination, and even makes her yearn for this place.

This is obviously dangerous!
So Dunya quickly said to her daughter.

"Maria, don't let your imagination run wild. Don't you see Natasha is still busy there? Working here must be very hard."

Paradise comes at a price, and the price is hard work.

Looking at the lights in the living room, Dongnia thought for a moment, then stood up, opened the door and went to the living room. She saw Natasha sitting in front of the easel, sketching a painting. At this moment, she was very focused and did not notice her mother coming at all.

She was always revising the draft, then throwing it aside when she was not satisfied, and then starting over. She didn't know how long she was busy like this. Then, she smelled the aroma of coffee, turned around, and saw her mother standing there with a cup of coffee in her hand.

"Mom, why aren't you asleep yet?"

"Aren't you too?"

Handing the coffee to her daughter, Dongnia looked at the drawings and said.

"Still not satisfied?"

Shaking her head, Natasha said:

"I have never had any good inspiration. I have no idea what kind of toys I should design. The people here, including the Americans, are different from those in Moscow. I have no idea what toys their children want..."

Natasha, holding a coffee cup, frowned and said:
"They are different from us. They have all kinds of toys. When I was a child, there was still war. At that time, I didn't have any toys, not even a rag doll."

Her daughter's words also made Dongnia fall into memory. As she recalled, she said:
"Yes, at that time, you and Sergei could only play with paper-cut dolls. And those paper-cut dolls were not babies, but adults with their own professions and identities. There were professors, soldiers, nurses, actors, and workers. You really liked them at that time."

Paper doll?
Natasha's mind was filled with long-forgotten memories, but Tonya spoke again.

"I really don't know why you like those adult dolls."

"Because of you, mom!"

Natasha's eyes fell on her mother. Although her mother was almost forty years old, her figure was still not bloated at all, and she was still as slim as a girl. The light gently shone on her body. She was wearing soft and comfortable pajamas. The fabric fit her graceful figure softly. Her fluffy blonde hair reflected the light, giving off an alluring luster.

"When I was little, I always wanted to grow up quickly, to be as tall as you, mom, and to have a good figure like you..."

Suddenly, an idea flashed through Natasha's mind.

"Why not be a more mature doll?"

Mature and sexy... just like mom!
Isn’t this a girl’s dream?

Looking at her mother under the light, Natasha thought of the word "toy".

That is also the image of a cartoon girl.

With just a few simple strokes, the cuteness and vitality of a sexy girl are vividly portrayed.

Big eyes, sweet face, radiant figure and graceful body.

Especially the graceful figure and sweet face create an indescribable contrast of beauty.

I have to say that this female image is indeed very charming.

Since it is cute and sexy.

Natasha, who was thoughtful, sketched the figure of the toy doll on the manuscript paper with just a few strokes.

……

The next morning, in the conference room of Oss Toy Company, Natasha, as a newcomer, took out her design draft as usual.

"what?"

As soon as I took it out, the female colleague next to me leaned over and said:

"Natasha, what are you drawing?"

"Sexy girl? Wow! What a great body! Even more perfect than yours!"

The female colleague next to her looked at Natasha's sketch and couldn't let it go.

"Natasha, did you draw it based on my body shape? Is such a mature toy meant for adults to play with?"

Huh? What? A game for adults?

Swish————in a moment!

All eyes in the conference room were directed towards this place. Especially the male colleagues in the design department, their eyes were focused on Natasha!

A month ago, when this Russian girl, who was nearly 1.8 meters tall, came to the company, she always attracted the attention of men.

People's gazes made Natasha look embarrassed, and her colleague next to her also realized that he had said something wrong. When she was embarrassed, the department manager Zhao Li came over quickly and directly picked up Natasha's drawing.

"What? Let me see!"

Gradually... she looked at the drawing and her brows relaxed.

"You...you..."

The supervisor scratched his head and smacked his lips:

"You...I think this is pretty good!"

Perhaps because of her long-term experience in toy design, Zhao Li, as a woman, looked at the enviable figure in the drawing and said:
"It should attract a lot of little girls. After all, this is the body shape that girls dream of! There should be a certain market for it. Natasha, what do you think?"

The normally picky supervisor actually said something so affirmative that it shocked everyone in the meeting room!
This also made Natasha shocked and she spoke in stiff Mandarin.

"At that time, boys' toys were richer and more imaginative. Boys could imagine themselves as firefighters, astronauts, cowboys, and surgeons when playing with toys. Girls only had simple cardboard to play fashion games with, and other baby-image toys were more limited to the role of mothers. There were no more "girl-style" ways to play."

Although she was not fluent in Mandarin and sometimes even threw in a few Russian words, people still understood what she meant.

"…So, I wondered if I could make a doll with a beautiful body that could be changed into different outfits."

As Natasha explained, her design received unanimous praise from her colleagues in the design department!
Natasha, whose heart had been in her throat, finally breathed a sigh of relief - her design was finally adopted by the company!
Ten minutes later, Zhao Li placed the draft paper in front of Manager Fang:
"Manager Fang, take a look. This is a series of toys designed by Natasha."

After putting down the drawings, Fang Yun, the manager of the toy company, flipped through the design drawings in front of her. The girls in the drawings were wearing all kinds of clothes and adapted to different professions. Looking at these drawings, her eyes lit up and she said:
"This design is great. We can produce a batch and send it to the toy fair in New York. Let's go and take a look first."

After thinking for a while, Fang Yun asked again:
"But she should have a name. She should be called... By the way, what is the most popular girl's name in the United States right now?"

"I think her name is Barbara."

"Barbara... her nickname should be "Barbie". So let's call her Barbie! Well, Barbie doll, that's it."

Many times, there is always a coincidence. When the Barbie doll was born in Nanyang in this way, Natasha, its designer, did not know that her fate had also changed.

People's destiny always changes inadvertently. Even she herself had never thought about what kind of changes a small toy would bring to the company and herself in the future - after all, as a designer, she owns the patent fee.

But everything that happened next seemed to have nothing to do with her.

Soon, she took her wedding leave - a full 20 working days!

For Natasha, nothing seemed to matter more than this. And what Tonya didn't know was that the Barbie doll based on her figure would bring earth-shaking changes to their family's lives.

When she attended her daughter's wedding, she could feel the gazes from people around her. They were the gazes of men, which made her feel very happy. Unlike the many single women in Russia, there were many single men here...

At Natasha's wedding, happy people danced to the music, and both Tonya and Maria received too many invitations.

Amid the cheerful music, they fully enjoyed the sunshine of Southeast Asia. To them, perhaps this was the real life.

Even this is heaven. In the sun, their golden hair sparkles brightly, their plump figures and slender waists dance to the music, and they laugh to their heart's content.

Just like the Barbie designed by Natasha.

……

Blonde, blue eyes, slim waist, good looks...

The toys are beautiful, but the workshop where they are produced is filled with a pungent smell of plastic. The smell of plastic, glue, paint and sweat are mixed together to form a choking odor. However, the female workers in front of the workbench seem to have no sense of smell and are working there attentively.

Sitting in front of the workbench, Sister Ling, like everyone else, was painting big eyes for the toy dolls. However, with just a few simple strokes, she was able to outline the doll's blue eyes. Although the factory environment was harsh, she was still working attentively like everyone else.

The work here is very hard, and I have to work more than ten hours a day. The only good thing is that the income is not bad. This toy factory specializes in OEM for enterprises in Southeast Asia - such factories are common in Hong Kong Island.

Like all factories, the work here is hard. Even in the February weather, the busy work still makes people sweat, like fine raindrops constantly sliding down their foreheads. But compared to summer, this season is still pleasant, and even gives them the time to joke.

"Oh my god, how can you give a doll such big breasts..."

The female worker opposite said as she put a wig on the doll.

"What kind of woman has a body like this?"

"If anyone had a body like this, they would surely drive men crazy!"

"Of course it's the witches. Those witches are like a watermelon..."

The female workers in the toy factory chatted while they worked, and only stopped talking when the workshop supervisor passed by. Even in this militarized factory, there was no stopping them from chatting.

Although they chatted, they did not dare to slack off at all. After all, their wages were piece-rate. Occasionally, someone would look at Sister Ling, and some would gossip:
"It doesn't matter if you support a college student. He still has to work in the factory."

"That's not true. I originally thought that my son would be able to enjoy a comfortable life after studying at the University of Hong Kong and becoming a barrister. But in the end, he ended up being the same as us..."

Sister Ling seemed to be completely deaf to the noise around her and just worked hard on her job, trying to earn every penny she could.

Especially now that the family still owes so much money, this money must be repaid.

Thinking of the money she owed, Sister Ling's brows furrowed. How should she pay it back?
I originally thought that my son would be able to pay back the money after becoming a lawyer, but what about now?
In an instant, Sister Ling's mood became even heavier, but she didn't dare to stop working at all. In her eyes, which were slightly dull due to long-term fatigue, there was no desire for a better life, but more worry...

(End of this chapter)