Zhou Qiqi deliberately drew out her voice, raising everyone's curiosity to its peak, and then suddenly raised her hand, pointing to the plaque on the side of the stage.
The words "[New Breakthrough in Domestic Fabrics]" are prominently displayed above.
Everyone saw this sign as soon as they came in. At the time, they were laughing at how domestic fabrics could possibly produce good products, but once the products came out, they naturally forgot about it.
Or rather, deep down, they felt that this couldn't possibly be made from domestically produced fabric.
Seeing Zhou Qiqi point at it again, everyone began to wonder, could it be...?
At this moment, Zhang Guoqiang walked out with a steady gait, holding a roll of unremarkable, grayish-brown woolen fabric in his hands, a proud smile on his face.
At the same time, Zhou Qiqi's clear voice boomed like thunder in everyone's ears:
"Because our core raw material is precisely this—domestic raw fabric!"
These words were like a thunderbolt, and the audience fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone stared wide-eyed, looking incredulously at the ordinary, even somewhat rough, piece of fabric in Zhang Guoqiang's hand, and then at the magnificent, dazzling coats on the stage. The stark contrast left their minds blank, completely unable to connect the two.
"What?!"
"Domestic materials?!"
"This...how is this possible?"
......
Zhou Qiqi's gaze swept over the shocked faces, and she nodded emphatically.
"That's right! Domestic wool fabrics are indeed far behind foreign ones in terms of equipment and technology, especially in terms of dyeing uniformity, which has always been regarded as a defect by us."
Her tone suddenly shifted, filled with power and pride:
"But we were wrong! Utterly wrong! This so-called unevenness is not a defect! It is the unique texture that nature gives to every inch of wool."
She walked to Zhang Guoqiang's side, her fingers gently brushing against the cloth in his hand.
“What we do is not to forcibly cover it up or smooth it out with industrial dyes! Instead, we use the craftsmanship passed down from the ancient East to awaken it, follow its rhythm, and elevate it! Therefore, the dyeing effect of every coat here is hand-brushed by the female workers of our No. 1 Garment Factory, making each one a unique work of art!”
She walked over to a model wearing a "Ink Pool" coat, gently brushing the vibrant black fabric against her skin, her gaze fixed intently on the audience below:
"It's more than just a piece of clothing. It's a painting, a living, flowing Chinese ink painting that you can wear!"
"Great! That's wonderful! That's fantastic!"
As soon as Zhou Qiqi finished speaking, the audience erupted in cheers!
A surge of national pride welled up in everyone's hearts. It turns out that the old domestic technology wasn't ineffective; it was just that we hadn't found a good way to apply it before!
Such a great fabric effect is truly thanks to domestically produced fabrics!
They were all ashamed of their earlier thoughts, and the applause and cheers almost lifted the roof off the auditorium.
Especially those sitting in the first row, the director of the Third Wool Textile Factory in Province B was so excited that his face turned red. He had been holding back his excitement the whole time, just waiting for this moment!
Several other leaders from the wool mills were sitting next to him, and they all turned their heads to look at him with disbelief.
Who doesn't know that the Third Wool Mill has had a tough time these past few years?
Clinging to outdated domestic techniques and machinery, the factory's products couldn't compete with the high-quality imported goods, leading to a continuous decline in profits and near bankruptcy.
Who would have thought that such a huge windfall would fall from the sky and land right on their heads!
This is not just a simple matter of orders; it's a complete turnaround, and it has polished the reputation of their factory and even the entire domestic wool textile industry!
The factory manager, feeling the increasing attention on him, jumped up from his seat in excitement, his face flushed, nodding repeatedly to everyone around him, his voice trembling:
"Yes! That's right! It's material from our factory! It's from our factory!"
The excitement was exactly the same as winning the lottery.
The audience erupted in exclamations of amazement and praise.
The purchasing manager from the department store pushed up his glasses and asked loudly with a look of admiration:
"Comrade Zhou, how did you guys come up with such a brilliant idea? Turning a 'flaw' into a unique beauty! I've been in procurement for so many years, and I've never seen such an interpretation before! It's amazing!"
"Well..."
Zhou Qiqi smiled slightly, her gaze seemingly unintentionally sweeping across the entire room, finally landing precisely on Qiu Fengxian in the last row, whose face was ashen and who wished he could shrink into his chair.
A slight, meaningful smile appeared on her lips.
"The birth of 'Ink Splendor' is thanks to an unexpected ordeal. We have to thank certain people who deliberately shorted the imported Australian wool fabric that we were originally going to use."
She paused, looking at Qiu Fengxian's face, which had turned deathly pale, and slowly continued:
"It was this 'generous gift' that forced us to turn around and re-examine our own products. Only then did we discover the unique 'Oriental soul' deep within domestically produced fabrics."
Upon hearing her say this, the audience immediately began to discuss it, with many people indignantly pressing for answers.
"Who is it? Who would do something so despicable?"
"That's so despicable! To trip someone up like that behind their back!"
"Exactly! We almost ruined such a great product!"
Those in the know, such as Zhang Guoqiang and Li Ping, exchanged knowing smiles, their gazes undisguisedly fixed on Qiu Fengxian in the last row.
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