Chapter 242 His boundless energy is just too much!

The imitation wool fleece coats from Feiyan Textile Factory sold out in the surrounding counties and cities, becoming a hot fashion item just like the seven-yuan pigskin shoes.

The price! And the thickness!

"Buying it is a sure win!"

"This price is surprisingly generous!"

“My relatives in Shanghai all asked me to bring one back for them.”

"This is insane! People from big cities are asking us to buy things for them?"

A bespectacled former educated youth nodded: "In the past, when I went back to Shanghai to visit my relatives, the villagers would always ask me to buy things. This time, my family heard about this worker's and peasant's overcoat from somewhere and asked me to bring three back home!"

"I went to buy clothes yesterday, and I almost missed out on getting them."

"We've really made ourselves proud!"

This short coat launched by Feiyan Textile Factory is the best-selling garment in the factory's domestic market. Previously, the factory mainly handled foreign trade orders, producing mid-to-high-end fabric garments. Internally, it coordinated the sales of ordinary pure cotton and polyester fabrics, as well as processed defective fabrics. As for patchwork shirts, they were mostly sold in big cities.

Many people only know that Feiyan Textile Factory's cotton fabric is of good quality, but ordinary people don't care about the quality of cotton fabric at all. Only a few experts specifically buy Feiyan Textile Factory's fine cotton fabric and don't want any others.

This winter coat can only be described as "low profit, high volume". Many people call it a "pigskin coat", meaning it is comparable to a seven-yuan pigskin shoe.

This pigskin coat has become popular in the Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai areas.

Because it was so popular, more and more people in the surrounding area were wearing "pigskin coats." Even Zheng Jianguo from the Hongxing Textile Factory bought one without realizing it.

When Zheng Jianguo learned that the new winter coat was produced by Feiyan Textile Factory and designed by the factory manager Qin Xiangxiang, he threw the coat on the floor and stomped on it several times: "Bad luck! What bad luck!"

"Is Qin Xiangxiang trying to kill us all? How can she have so much stuff in her head? Can't she just stay quiet for a year?"

Zheng Jianguo, the former "model worker," was now shedding tears of grievance. "Can I kneel down before Qin Xiangxiang? Ever since Qin Xiangxiang came, I haven't had a single good day!"

"Life used to be so comfortable. Why did our textile factory need to do foreign trade? We had no trouble selling cotton fabric domestically. What was the point of being a pioneer in foreign exchange earnings or an outstanding provincial enterprise? Bah!"

Zheng Jianguo: "Qin Xiangxiang is truly worthy of being Zhou Aodong's daughter. She's an iron woman! She wants to compete for everything! She never stops!"

"Contacting with so many new things every day is driving me crazy!"

Zheng Jianguo cursed for a long time, then finally picked up the "pigskin coat" from the ground, carefully dusted it off, and continued to grumble and complain.

Finally, unable to contain his anger, he called Zhou Aodong: "Comrade Zhou, your daughter Qin Xiangxiang is truly remarkable! How did you raise her from a young age? I'll raise my granddaughter the same way!"

At this moment, Zhou Aodong, who was at the 316 Factory in Shanghai, was also a little confused: "What's wrong?"

Zheng Jianguo: "She has way too much energy! Does she not sleep at night?"

Zhou Aodong: "My daughter is sleeping..." without fail.

"Does she still need to sleep? I suspect your daughter doesn't sleep at all!"

Zhou Aodong: "..."

“I heard that during the War of Resistance Against Japan, many generals only slept one or two hours a day, and some could go three days and three nights without sleep. Your daughter must be one of those people!”

Zheng Jianguo made a dark speculation, thinking that Qin Xiangxiang was always thinking of tricks and striving to be the best in everything. He must stay up all night at home, racking his brains to surpass others.

That's incredibly competitive!

When Hongxing Textile Factory comes up with something new, they have to consider everything carefully and take into account many aspects. If they want to produce as many new products as Feiyan Textile Factory, the factory director would have to lead the way by staying up all night and becoming an iron man.

Throughout history, textiles have always been subject to fashion changes. This year this style is popular, and next year that style will be popular. Either the East wind prevails over the West wind, or the West wind prevails over the East wind. There is no reason for one style to dominate.

Why is Qin Xiangxiang always able to grasp the latest trends?

Zheng Jianguo: "This is definitely not just a fluke! She must be doing calculations at home every day, just like Zhuge Liang... Be careful she doesn't go bald!"

Zhou Aodong hesitated and said, "I think she might have just gotten lucky."

Zheng Jianguo: "Your humility infuriates me!"

"Effort is effort! What's there to be ashamed of!"

Zhou Aodong sighed: "Could it be that I forced her to do this since she was little? Did she develop this habit?"

Zheng Jianguo: "???"

After Zhou Aodong hung up the phone, her face was incredibly rosy, as if she had eaten some nourishing soup, and she felt no cold at all in the dead of winter.

She wandered around the factory, casually revealing the contents of the phone call Zheng Jianguo had just made to everyone there.

"Yes, Zheng Jianguo, the deputy director of Hongxing Textile Factory, called me."

He said my daughter is too diligent. Is it a good habit she developed from a young age?

"They also said she was too competitive, that I taught her to be too ambitious. I said, 'Oh, not at all...'"

Others at the textile factory: "????!!!!!"

"Think about it! You really make me proud, daughter!" Zhou Aodong went out for a stroll and returned satisfied. He called his little daughter, Xiangxiang, and said, "There are plenty of people who admire you!"

"Some people even guess that you don't sleep? You're always racking your brains to come up with solutions."

Qin Xiangxiang was speechless: "Mom..."

"Mom, are you going to become the factory manager soon? When you become the factory manager, I'll give you a car, and then I'll be able to show off my power with you."

Zhou Aodong: "Whether I become the factory manager or not is no longer important, my daughter has become the factory manager!"

Qin Xiangxiang squinted her eyes and said, "I'm just the factory manager of a small factory on a remote island. If Li Jianzhi is transferred back to Shanghai someday, I plan to transfer to another position with him. I'll probably end up in a cushy job. Mom, does that mean I've fulfilled the request you made of me back then?"

Her mother had always wanted her to be a middle-level manager in a textile factory. If she were transferred back to Shanghai, she would definitely be a middle-level manager in a large state-owned factory. Now she has succeeded.

A life of effortless success is about to begin!

Zhou Aodong: "You? Transferred to Shanghai? Maybe we'll even arrange a factory manager job for you. My daughter is born to be a factory manager!"

Qin Xiangxiang: "...Mom, don't go crazy."

However, this doesn't make sense. There are so many textile factories in Shanghai, some well-managed and some poorly managed or lacking in technology. Perhaps the higher-ups value her "model worker" abilities and assign her to a dilapidated small factory, asking her to use her wisdom to transform it—the thought of that would make her completely faint.

This is worse than going to university!

"Was this pigskin coat made by Feiyan Textile Factory?"

"This is way too thick."

...

Lin Xiuqin looked away from the short coat with some disdain, thinking that this was all she was capable of. It seemed that Qin Xiangxiang didn't have any extraordinary abilities.

"This kind of synthetic fiber imitation fleece is all static electricity... If she's so capable, she should make coral fleece."

Lin Hsiu-chin: "These materials are too old!"

Lin Xiuqin studied modern, high-tech, digitally controlled textiles, but she couldn't produce such a thing. It's like someone who studied chemistry for three years in high school; even after graduating, she still couldn't make alkali.

I've long forgotten the formula.

Lin Xiuqin wasn't focused on the textile factory at the moment; instead, she was eagerly anticipating the calendar. When she saw the 1977 calendars being sold on the street, she was so moved that she almost cried.

Finally... finally the college entrance examination is about to be reinstated!

"I want to go to university! I want to make a name for myself! I want to be the top scorer in the province! Nobody else knows about the college entrance exam, but I'm the only one who knows about its reinstatement..." Lin Xiuqin was thrilled. She had finally waited for the moment when the college entrance exam would be reinstated. For her, this was a crushing victory.

When I was a child, adults would always ask me, "Should I apply to Tsinghua University or Peking University?" But when I grew up, I realized I couldn't get into either Tsinghua or Peking University.

Now I finally have the opportunity to apply to Peking University and Tsinghua University.

If we can just hold on until winter, until the college entrance examination resumes in December, we can go to university next March.

"Qin Xiangxiang, this high-energy, cowardly queen, is unbearable! She's too cowardly! Too cowardly!"

Lin Xiuqin felt a tightness in her chest when she thought of Qin Xiangxiang, the "scummy girl." She began to miss her college classmate, Qin Xiangxiang, who was a beautiful, content, and carefree girl who enjoyed life to the fullest... At least she wasn't a scummy girl!

"Qin Xiangxiang is not only honing her skills and abilities, but she's also a model worker, and she's had so many children like Empress Wu Zetian... She's a person with incredible energy, it's terrifying."

Lin Hsiu-chin: "Ordinary people like us can't compare to the 'King of Rolls'."

"Qin Xiangxiang, the King of Juan, is terrifying indeed!"

...

Lin Xiuqin felt lingering fear, but she still tried to overtake others by taking a shortcut. She wanted to get into a good university! Getting into Tsinghua or Peking University would make her just as good as anyone else. No matter the era, the college entrance examination is the best way to change one's fate.

She wants to get to know more future big shots at Tsinghua and Peking University. Just by currying favor with them, she can live a life of comfort and ease, and then buy some stocks in the future... She'll be content with a modest life and live a comfortable existence no matter what.

Over the years, Lin Xiuqin has come to realize that it's best to just be a bystander and a passive observer.

Lin Xiuqin: "We low-energy salted fish can't compare to Qin Xiangxiang, who is a master of strategy. I can't compete with her, I accept that."

"One mountain is always more treacherous than another. Qin Xiangxiang will eventually run into a brick wall, and there will come a time when she can no longer be overwhelmed."

...

The pressure from the "Scroll King" is suffocating, especially since no matter how hard you try to catch up, you can never surpass the Scroll King... And these Scroll Kings seem to never stop. Life has so many wonderful moments, you must not dwell on the word "scroll".

Lin Xiuqin comforted herself for a while, but then she couldn't help but wonder: "Could it be that Qin Xiangxiang is also going to take the entrance exam for Tsinghua or Peking University?"

"With a personality like hers, she's definitely going to go up and 'cob'!"

Lin Xiuqin shared her guess with He Xiuxiu, who said, "She's a factory manager, why would she go to university? But that's also possible. I heard that their textile factory has a special class for teaching pig farming, but because the factory manager really likes to study math and physics, she teaches all the workers in the factory math and physics class."

Lin Xiuqin was stunned: "Pig farming class? Learning math, physics, and chemistry? All the workers in the factory are learning math, physics, and chemistry?"

"Learning math, physics, and chemistry in a pig farming classroom?"

He Xiuxiu: "I heard from Zhuang Xiaoman that the lecturer for this pig farming class is a university chemistry professor who studied polymer materials... I think he works in chemical fibers. He was invited by Qin Xiangxiang to come to the factory to give lectures to the workers."

"Even Zhuang Xiaoman has learned a lot! She can even compose poems!"

Lin Xiuqin: "???"

What kind of nonsense is being taught in this pig farming class? They've taken math and science classes and learned to compose poetry? Is that even reasonable?

"But this... is too curly."