Something unexpected happened to Zhou Qiqi!
This unassuming material actually has surprisingly good fiber toughness and length!
While the car's suspension isn't quite as smooth and flowing as the Australian wool, it's still quite smooth and natural.
It has enough structure to support the basic silhouette;
What surprised Zhou Qiqi the most was the feel. Although it was a little rougher than Australian wool, it didn't feel prickly when rubbed against the inside of her wrist. It was actually about 80-90% soft!
A glimmer of hope appears after a period of despair!
Zhou Qiqi's eyes lit up instantly, all her fatigue vanished, leaving only the excitement of discovering a treasure!
She immediately picked out all the color samples of this fabric.
Unfortunately, this excitement was dampened when the colors were examined more closely.
This color is awful!
Especially that "red" piece, compared to the genuine red Australian wool sample she brought, looked dull like a fake, and the other colors were also grayish and lifeless.
This wool fabric is the closest to Australian wool, and Zhou Qiqi is unwilling to give it up easily, still thinking about whether she can salvage it by adjusting the color.
"Could it be a problem with the dye or the manufacturing process?"
Unwilling to give up, she immediately began searching for the high-grade dyes she usually hoarded.
At the same time, she remembered that there should be several pieces of the original color of this material in the bag, that is, undyed fabric samples, which are the key to verifying the dyeing!
She was quick and efficient, and immediately rummaged through the pile of sample bags to find the matching raw fabric.
They searched high and low, almost emptying the bag, but still couldn't find the crucial raw fabric!
"Could it have been left on the train?"
She was anxious and opened the door, intending to ask Shen Huaichuan, who was boiling water in the kitchen.
I hurried past Zhouzhou's half-open door and glanced inside unintentionally—
Zhou Qiqi stopped abruptly, her blood seemingly freezing at that moment!
Zhouzhou was squatting on the ground, her little hands holding her large bowl for mixing paint, which contained thick, undiluted, and incredibly vibrant acrylic paint.
What was laid on the ground was not drawing paper at all!
These were the very pieces of raw fabric she had been searching for to test the colors of!
At this moment, they are like dirty canvases, splashed with large swaths of thick, chaotic paint.
Crimson, indigo, bright yellow... colors flow and blend freely, dazzling yet chaotic.
Zhouzhou was facing away from her, her small figure squatting on the ground, holding a small dish full of black paint in her hand, seemingly about to continue splashing it onto the only remaining relatively "clean" piece of material!
"Zhouzhou! Don't move!"
Zhou Qiqi was so anxious that her heart was about to jump out of her throat, and she cried out in a low voice!
Those raw fabrics were our last hope. They had been transported here after a long day of travel, and we would have to wait at least two more days to get them back. We couldn't let them all go to waste!
Unfortunately, Zhou Qiqi's exclamation came a step too late.
Before she finished speaking, Zhouzhou had already splashed out a small bowl of thick paint, which landed precisely on the last piece of still clean, unpainted fabric.
It's over.
Zhou Qiqi felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, as if all her strength had been drained away in an instant. She staggered and leaned weakly against the door frame.
Looking at the pile of rags on the ground, haphazardly stained and ruined by various colors, she felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness wash over her like a cold tide.
The dizziness from staying up late for days suddenly struck, my vision blurred, my legs went weak, and I could barely stand.
My throat felt terribly blocked, and my eyes were sore and swollen.
She even had an urge to squat down and cry her heart out, regardless of everything.
She devoted herself to the "Guanghua" series, fighting against Qiu Fengxian's conspiracy. She stayed up all night in the warehouse, her eyes bloodshot. She thought she was finally about to find a glimmer of hope, but she never expected that this last hope would be destroyed by her own child's unintentional "artistic creation".
This fabric comes from neighboring province B. If we want to ship more fabric over, we'll have to wait at least two days.
The pressure on her shoulders is too heavy right now, and she's not sure if she can get through the next couple of days.
Hearing the commotion, Shen Huaichuan rushed over and caught her limp body, asking urgently, "Qiqi? What's wrong?"
Zhou Qi barely had the strength to speak; her face was pale, and her finger trembled as she pointed to the mess on the ground.
Shen Huaichuan's brows furrowed immediately as he looked at Zhouzhou, who was still squatting on the ground with her little hands covered in paint. His tone became somewhat stern.
"Zhouzhou! How could you get the fabric your aunt was going to use dirty...?"
Before the words were even finished, a voice cried out, "Wait!"
Zhou Qiqi abruptly interrupted him, her voice weak yet strangely tense.
Her gaze was fixed on the ground, fixed on the fabrics soaked in paint.
Zhouzhou, the little girl, seemed completely oblivious to the adults' exclamations and reprimands. She was squatting on the ground, staring intently at the fabrics in front of her.
She was clearly captivated by the color effects she had "created," and stretched out her little fingers, still covered in paint, to carefully and with amazement touch the boundaries of the flowing, spreading colors.
In her eyes, this wasn't about "getting dirty," but rather about making it "look good."
Zhou Qiqi's heart skipped a beat, and she almost held her breath, her gaze following Zhouzhou's finger, focusing on the piece of unpainted cloth "contaminated" by paint.
Previously, this material was stained with large areas of solid color, which not only made it uneven but also dull and extremely ugly.
But now, after being splashed and blended with various colors of paint, that stiff and rigid feeling has disappeared!
The black pigment transitions naturally under the influence of water, blurring and blending the boundaries to form an extremely soft, rich, and evocative gradient layer, much like the feeling of ink flowing freely and in just the right shades in a traditional Chinese ink painting. It has an indescribable sense of sophistication and unique charm!
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