Song Qing had training in the afternoon, so the two couldn't chat for too long.

"Sister, I'll come see you again tomorrow."

Chen Yushu always knew that her brother had a hard life, so she didn't dare to be too vulnerable in front of him. She would swallow all her grievances alone, for fear of worrying her brother.

It wasn't until I saw Song Qing that all the grievances I had accumulated over the past six years suddenly burst forth.

Just like when she was a child, when she felt wronged, she would rush to Sister Song Qing's bed, hug her, and cry until Sister Song Qing reluctantly promised to take her out to buy snacks before she would stop.

"good"

As it approached the afternoon workday, the dormitory area gradually filled with people. After saying goodbye to Song Qing, Chen Yushu walked home with red eyes.

They hadn't walked far when they ran into Zhou Kai, who was riding his bicycle past. He stopped immediately when he saw Chen Yushu's red eyes.

"What happened?"

Zhou Kai thought she had been bullied and immediately stopped the car, but Chen Yushu didn't want him to see her like this, so she turned her head to the side.

"Who bullied you? Don't cry, what's wrong?"

In a moment of desperation, Zhou Kai grabbed her hand. Seeing that Chen Yushu did not answer, he immediately looked around.

His gaze soon fell on Song Qing, and he stared at her suspiciously for a while.

Song Qing was initially a little sad, but after being stared at by his gaze for a while, she found it amusing.

Perhaps he's experienced, or perhaps he's just too young and doesn't know how to hide his gaze.

Song Qing knew at first glance that he liked small books.

I don't know what Xiaoshu said, but the boy stopped and stood still. After a while, he pushed his bike and followed after her, both reserved and determined.

She might know who this person is—Chen Yuqi's master's son.

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"Sister Song Qing, you're here." They were supposed to attend a garment factory event that afternoon, but when Song Qing arrived, she found everyone standing awkwardly to the side.

"What's wrong? Why aren't you going inside?"

Inside the garment factory, rows of sewing machines are lined up. The workers haven't started work yet, and various fabric samples are scattered around the sewing machines, creating a chaotic yet uniquely orderly scene.

To improve efficiency, garment factories no longer have one person sewing an entire garment; instead, each person is responsible for one step in the process.

After the garments are sewn, they are ironed, packaged, and shipped to all parts of the country.

The most important part of a garment factory is the pattern-making workshop. The pattern of the garment must be finalized before the fabric sample is cut and sent to the workers.

Song Qing wondered why everyone was standing outside; hadn't they arrived much earlier?

“We asked to go inside the pattern-making workshop, but the technicians there said it involved factory secrets and they needed to get permission from their superiors before they would allow us to go in.”

Ye Hui quietly explained the reason to Song Qing. According to the previous schedule, they were supposed to enter the plate-making workshop to watch the plate-making process, but they didn't know why the technicians here stopped them.

Song Qing frowned. Logically speaking, the pattern-making workshop should have been notified before they arrived, so it was impossible for them to be stopped at this time.

Zhao Qin gently tugged at Song Qing's sleeve.

“Xiao Liu wasn’t here. We could have gone in when we arrived, but that technician Fang suddenly came over and said we didn’t meet the factory’s standards and we had to ask our supervisor.”

"What's wrong with this textile factory? They can't even handle this simple matter. Isn't this a waste of everyone's time?"

Wang He and the others grew impatient. As the workers arrived one after another, the group of them stood there like a bunch of monkeys, letting everyone stare at them.

She wasn't there at noon and didn't know about the matter between Fang Ru and Song Qing.

She found the technician a bit strange; she had clearly seen them that morning, yet now he was saying they didn't meet the factory's standards.

"If you don't want to wait, then don't wait. Our textile factory isn't begging you to come."

Fang Ru saw a surge of anger rising in Song Qing's heart. Just as she reached the door, she heard Wang He's words. Her tone was very impolite. Wang He was not a kind person either.

"Technician Fang, aren't you from the dyeing and weaving workshop? You've really gone too far, meddling in our affairs here."

What's wrong with them? When they were in the dyeing and weaving workshop, they acted like they couldn't see this group of people. Now they seem to notice them, but it's just another time they're looking for trouble.

The others more or less guessed that Fang Ru was deliberately making things difficult for them, and at this moment they were glad that Wang He had a strong temper.

"Whether it's the dyeing and weaving factory or the pattern-making workshop, they all belong to the textile factory. I am a worker in the textile factory, so naturally I have to protect the interests of the factory."

"So it turns out you were trying to protect the factory's interests. I thought you were deliberately making things difficult for us and pretending not to see the official seal on this."

They had documents in their hands indicating they were coming for training, stamped with the textile factory's official seal.

"you!"

When it comes to being sarcastic and unpredictable, no one can compare to Wang He. Fang Ru was so angry that her face turned red.

Everyone found it somewhat amusing and joined in her agreement.

"Yes, with such a large official seal, Technician Fang probably wouldn't recognize it."

"That's really strange. They work so hard to protect the factory's interests, yet they don't even recognize the company seal."

Fang Ru's face grew increasingly sour. With so many workers arriving and people still in the pattern-making workshop, she was afraid of escalating the situation. Even if things got out of hand, Fang Ru wouldn't be in any trouble, but it might not be the same for the ordinary workers.

They had no choice but to quickly open the door and let Song Qing and his group in.

"Our prototype is based on the Japanese prototype, but with some improvements to make it more suitable for the body type of Chinese people."

Fang Ru stood to the side with a sour face, while the people in the pattern-making workshop spoke haltingly, afraid of offending her.

Song Qing knew that Fang Ru was looking for her, and if Fang Ru continued to stand here, it would affect all of them.

"Technician Fang, let's have a chat."

Fang Ru gritted her teeth, thinking Song Qing was provoking her, and said, "Fine."

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