The next day, Lin Xiaoxiao didn't get up until 8 o'clock. After having a meal with Lightning in the space, she dressed Lightning and then took it to the brigade headquarters.
Now that I'm back here, I not only need to check on the goods, but also find out if there have been any changes in everyone's work, and see how much our efficiency differs from that of our brothers in Beijing.
The cadres in the brigade were all very happy to see Lin Xiaoxiao come over, and they were even more amused to see the imposing Lightning wearing a big floral cotton-padded jacket.
"Xiaoxiao, I heard you got married. Congratulations!"
"You said you also have a factory in the capital, you're really something."
Lin Xiaoxiao had no intention of hiding what happened in Beijing from her when she returned this time. In her heart, the factory in Wangjia Village and the factory in Beijing held the same status.
Besides, the designers of both factories are the same person, but there is no competition between them. She also hopes that the two factories can cooperate more and exchange ideas to make progress together in the field of clothing making.
With so many competitors in the market, including quite a few domestic ones, and especially now that people still admire foreign goods, she hopes that everyone can band together and outdo these unattractive foreign gadgets.
When it comes to the aesthetics of clothing and the coordination of various colors, the things those foreigners play with are all things their ancestors have already played with. And what's even more shameless is that they present things that are clearly Chinese in a different way and still have the nerve to call them their own.
Lin Xiaoxiao really wanted to spit out a curse: how could a place that had only been established for a short time have any cultural heritage?
Can their things compare to China, which has a history of 5,000 years?
Lin Xiaoxiao wants to dominate the market, but even more so, she wants to dominate other people's aesthetic sense. Chinese products are the best! She wants everyone to stand tall and proud. All these beautiful and attractive things come from China!
The brigade cadres looked at Lin Xiaoxiao with admiration: "Lin, the educated youth, no wonder you came back so late. It turns out you went to do something important."
Lin Xiaoxiao smiled and chimed in, "It's thanks to everyone's support that I was able to take the first step so smoothly. This isn't something I could have accomplished alone."
Lin Xiaoxiao had never been arrogant about her achievements, and hearing these words made her feel even more at ease.
After a few words of laughter and conversation, Lin Xiaoxiao brought out all the local specialties she had prepared in Beijing. "These are some Beijing specialties that my family prepared. There aren't many, so please have a taste."
After exchanging pleasantries, the group began to eat. They had never left the province in their lives, let alone gone to the capital. Since they couldn't go to the capital, they were determined to try the local cuisine.
While everyone was chatting and laughing, Wang Lijuan, the accountant, received a notification that she had arrived.
Seeing Wang Lijuan looking more and more energetic, the brigade leader greeted her with a smile, "You're here! This is a specialty that Lin, the educated youth, brought from Beijing. Come and have a taste."
Upon hearing this, Wang Lijuan glanced at the things on the table, then looked at Lin Xiaoxiao beside her: "You...you're back?"
To others, Lin Xiaoxiao's trip to Beijing to meet people and handle some business seemed like a short, uneventful journey, but for Wang Lijuan, it was anything but quick; on the contrary, it felt incredibly long.
During this period, she not only worked as an accountant in the factory, but also helped everyone organize shipments, not only for Heilongjiang Province, but also for Beijing.
Even the designs of various clothing styles bear his shadow.
When Lin Xiaoxiao wrote back, she also told Captain Wang that she wanted to participate in the clothing design work. When Wang Lijuan received Captain Wang's notice, she gritted her teeth and took on the task. Although she was confident in her designs, she was still worried when it came to the actual production.
She was still unsure, worried that her use of color might be too bold, whether the color scheme would look pleasing, and whether the fabrics she chose would be suitable. She was very concerned that people in the capital would not approve of the style she had created.
In short, without Lin Xiaoxiao, a successful senior, she lacked confidence.
So when Captain Wang asked me to come over to discuss something after hearing that Lin Xiaoxiao had returned, I tidied myself up at home to make sure I looked my best for her.
It's not for any other reason than that the impression I left on Lin Xiaoxiao in the past was really not good.
When Lin Xiaoxiao saw Wang Lijuan, who looked very different from before, she was stunned for a moment, but immediately smiled and invited her to come and eat the snacks she had brought from the capital.
“You’ve changed a lot lately, and you’re getting more and more beautiful. If it weren’t for you being there in Wangjia Village, I wouldn’t be at ease.”
"You're now the second designer for both factories." Lin Xiaoxiao shoved a mung bean cake into Wang Lijuan's hand, extending goodwill to this Wang Lijuan who might have transmigrated or been reborn.
Whether it was time travel or rebirth, to be honest, Lin Xiaoxiao didn't care much. After observing for so long, Wang Lijuan had never caused any trouble. No matter how she came to be, it was a good thing for Wangjia Village or for China.
Wang Lijuan smiled as she accepted the things Lin Xiaoxiao handed her, wanting to ask her if people in Beijing would like the two dresses she designed.
Before Wang Lijuan could even ask the question, Lin Xiaoxiao affirmed Wang Lijuan's design: "I followed up on the entire process of your clothing design. I didn't make any changes during the process. Not only did everyone like it, but even the master tailor who finalized the design said it looked good."
“With you here, I’m not worried at all about my styles not keeping up with the times. You can handle things on your own.”
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