Usually the custodians of a unit are mostly older people who are stable, mature and have sharp eyes.

But the custodian of the clothing factory was only in her thirties, and she was a woman.

The custodian's surname was Jia Chunyan, so Wan Feng called her Jia Custodian.

Zhou Bingde did not follow Wan Feng to the warehouse to suffer the cold, but instead chatted with her in Director Liu's office.

Wan Feng followed behind Jia Chunyan and secretly looked at her waist.

Jia Chunyan was very tall, estimated to be between 1.69 and 1.7 meters. Although she was wearing a loose work suit with a cotton coat underneath, Wan Feng could still tell from the way she walked that this woman must have a slender waist.

Women with slender waists are the most popular among men, at least that's what Wan Feng thinks.

Jia Chunyan likes to squint her eyes when she speaks. When she blinks, her eyes are open and closed for a long time, which gives people the illusion that her eyes are open and closed.

This should be described as an unsatisfied woman in the words of the Japanese. If it was Zhao Wenjun instead of Wan Feng who followed Jia Chunyan today, Wan Feng believed that this guy might have hooked up with Jia Chunyan in the warehouse.

Being able to seduce women is also a skill. Will Zhao Wenjun's skill in seducing women be of any use to him in the future?

This thought miraculously popped up in Wan Feng's mind, and he was shocked.

How come this idea came up?

"Kid, how old are you this year?" Jia Chunyan asked as they walked.

"I'll be sixteen after this year."

Wan Feng added two years to his age. He originally wanted to say he was two years older, but he was afraid that people would not believe him.

There may not be much difference between thirteen and sixteen, but thirteen and eighteen are definitely not the same thing.

"Sixteen? He doesn't look like it."

"Does he look like he's eighteen or nineteen?"

"Hehe, don't you really want to be eighteen or nineteen?"

"Why do you hope to be eighteen or nineteen?"

"I'm in a hurry to get married."

Do I have this idea?

The clothing factory also had several warehouses, with the Arabic numerals 1234 painted on the wooden doors. At the same time, each door was painted with white paint on the eight big words "Warehouse is a restricted area, no fireworks allowed"

Jia Chunyan led Wan Feng to a warehouse in the corner, opened the small door on the main door, and turned on the lights in the warehouse.

The warehouse is about seven or eight meters wide and more than ten meters long. Some dusty cloths are piled outside, and in the corner inside, some pedal sewing machines are placed next to each other.

It's not bad, at least the heads of these sewing machines are lying in the chassis, and there are bundles of things on top. The diameter of each bundle is more than one meter, and I don't know what they are.

"Under those artificial cottons are sewing machines. I can't remember if there are eleven or twelve. Go over there and work on them yourself. Be careful or you'll get dusty."

Jia Chunyan walked in two steps and stopped, pointing to the corner and said to Wan Feng.

Wan Feng felt a little excited. Eleven or twelve sewing machines meant at least three or four could be enough. Although it was not a lot, it could solve the urgent problem.

Those bundles of things were not heavy, and Wan Feng picked up a bundle and threw it aside.

It was not sinking, but there was a lot of dust. Wan Feng quickly held his breath.

When he picked up the second bundle, a flash of lightning seemed to flash through his mind: artificial cotton!

Isn't this exactly what he's been looking for?

It is said that good fortune never comes alone and misfortune never comes singly, but this is obviously a double blessing. Could it be that I am going to be lucky again today?

Wan Feng glanced back and found that there were still a lot of these bundles of artificial cotton, scattered on the wooden board.

No need to worry about mice making nests.

Judging from the state of its placement, this thing has obviously been relegated to the cold palace.

"Sister Jia, why are you just throwing this artificial cotton away like this? Don't you want it anymore?"

"You little rascal, you called me sister? Call me aunt."

"Doesn't calling me aunt make me look old? You're so pretty, it's a shame to call me aunt. Then I can call you aunt?"

"Then you should call me sister." As she spoke, Jia Chunyan walked in from the door.

"You just said that my sister is pretty? Is that true?" Jia Chunyan bent down slightly and looked at Wan Feng with a smile.

Are you trying to tease me? You're trying to get your hands on me even though I'm so young? You're worse than an animal.

"You look beautiful, really beautiful, especially your eyes. I don't know why, but just one look from you feels like an electric shock." It seems that you don't need to prepare for this kind of words in advance, you can just pick a random sentence.

Even in the middle of winter, Jia Chunyan could actually laugh so hard that her body shook violently. She reached out and touched Wan Feng's face.

"Hahaha, your little mouth is really good at talking, but it's a pity it's too small."

I don’t know if she meant Wan Feng was young or something else.

Who says I'm young? Even though I'm young, some of my things are still truly spectacular, though I just can't show them to you.

"These artificial cottons were originally brought in last winter to make cotton-padded work clothes for some factories. However, after making samples, they found that they were not warm at all, and those factories were unwilling to use them. They said that wearing such work clothes in winter would make your hands and feet clumsy, so they were eliminated." Jia Chunyan teased Wan Feng and finally got down to business.

"Do you know how much these things cost per meter?"

Jia Chunyan thought for a moment, "It seems this stuff wasn't originally planned to be brought in. The factory director made the decision to bring it in from out of town. I think it was 1.56 yuan per meter. Because some of the factory directors had a problem with this batch of goods..."

Jia Chunyan seemed to feel that she had said too much, so she stopped talking here.

It must be someone in the factory who is not on the same page with Director Liu who took the opportunity to create conflict. There is nothing to be afraid of.

Doesn’t that kind of check and balance relationship exist in every unit?

"Isn't it a pity to just throw these things here?" Wan Feng said with regret.

"There's nothing we can do about it. Although the cotton-padded jacket made of this stuff looks a lot more elegant, it's definitely not as warm as the cotton lining. I can only leave it here and let it rot slowly."

Wan Feng didn't say anything else. He moved the artificial cotton on the sewing machines aside and lifted the tarpaulin covering the sewing machines. More than ten old-looking sewing machines were revealed underneath.

I counted them and there were thirteen in total.

Wan Feng opened the cover of a sewing machine and pulled the sewing machine out of the case.

It's a Bee brand sewing machine.

This seems to have been produced in a factory in Shanghai in the early 1970s.

"Are all these sewing machines the same brand?"

"They all belong to Bee. These were the first batch of sewing machines when the bedding factory was first established. They were replaced due to wear and tear."

It would be easy if they were all sewing machines of the same brand. There would be no problem of inconsistent parts. Wan Feng believed that even if things went badly, he could still assemble three or four machines. There were also spare parts in the Bee Machine Market. If he replaced some parts and was lucky, he might be able to repair more than half of them.