Xu Xiangyang was taken aback by her words.
"Your dad?" He frowned.
What's the misunderstanding?
Guan Chunying looked disdainful and continued, "I think you're just someone who only looks at the surface. My design is so good, if the clothes made from it were to sell very well in the nearby department stores!"
"This is something that benefits the factory and the people, so why don't you agree? It's just that you don't want to use my stuff. You're being prejudiced!"
She finished speaking in one breath, her mouth full of accusations.
After she finished speaking, she picked up the documents, turned around, and left. There was no point in continuing to talk to someone like that.
Xu Xiangyang didn't explain either; he didn't need to explain anything to a mere designer.
Moreover, this person is prejudiced against himself, so nothing he says will make a difference.
He lowered his head and continued organizing the documents, trying to finish everything before leaving get off work.
On the other side, Guan Chunying returned to the workshop in a huff with the documents in her hand. The workshop director, a middle-aged man in his forties, went over to her when he saw her return.
"Officer Guan, how did it go? What did Director Xu say?" He asked with a hint of curiosity.
He knew without asking that Director Xu wouldn't agree; the design looked very avant-garde and was completely unsuitable for modern clothing.
He originally intended to speak, but seeing Guan Chunying's excited expression, he didn't press her and instead sent someone to ask the factory manager.
Guan Chunying's expression was not good. She rolled her eyes and said angrily, "Director Chen, Factory Director Xu said we can't use it! Why can't we use it? I think he's just prejudiced against me!"
If it weren't for prejudice, what reason would one have to reject such drawings?
Anyway, she thought the design was very reasonable! And everyone else thought it looked great too.
Director Chen looked knowing, then asked curiously, "Why does Factory Director Xu have a prejudice against you? Do you two know each other?"
Generally speaking, if a factory manager disagrees, there will be a reason; it's unlikely that he's biased.
Moreover, he knew that this blueprint had no chance of being approved.
Guan Chunying had never mentioned to anyone that her father was the deputy factory director, and even when Director Chen asked, she didn't say anything.
"I don't know, never mind, I'll go back now." She took the blueprints and went back.
However, if this one doesn't pass, even if she designs another one, it probably won't pass either.
Because she felt that Xu Xiangyang was targeting her, so why bother with all that work? She might as well just use the old blueprints.
Director Chen curled his lip, thinking that this young man was far too impetuous. Although he was transferred down from the provincial level, he didn't seem to have a shred of composure.
After getting off work, Xu Xiangyang rode his bicycle out and saw Guan Chunying following behind Guan Qilin. When she saw him, she rolled her eyes and snorted coldly.
Xu Xiangyang pretended not to see it, walked straight past the crowd, and left the garment factory.
It's best to stay far away from people with paranoia like this.
What if I have a relapse someday and then try to extort money from myself?
Tsk tsk tsk...
There are all sorts of illnesses among people!
When he got home, he first ate dinner in the front yard, then chatted with his family for a while before returning to the small courtyard.
I glanced at the time; it was already 7 p.m.
Xu Xiangyang changed his clothes and then entered another world through the space.
The weather there is similar to here, but a few degrees warmer.
He went to the company that had been commissioning the business, contacted the food processing plant they were working with, and then placed another order for one million worth of goods.
They ordered another million units of grain from the grain mill, as the items in their storage space were almost sold out and needed to be replenished.
Moreover, everything inside is static, so there's no need to worry about expiration. There's no production date either; the production date is whenever you take it out.
He paid the bill and then, taking advantage of the remaining time, strolled around the food street.
Despite the bad weather, there are still a lot of people.
Every restaurant was bustling with activity; you could hear the noise coming from inside as far as the street.
I randomly picked a spot, packed up some grilled seafood, and then, right on time, returned to the back door of the cafeteria.
"Sigh, it's always the perfect time, can't you give me an extra half hour?" he couldn't help but complain.
This back door only allows people to stay there for half an hour. It's been a year already, and it's still the same amount of time, not even a minute more.
If he could operate two companies without time restrictions, he could make a fortune!
Unfortunately, he could only stay there for half an hour.
Xu Xiangyang put the packed items on the table and then took out a few bottles of chilled beer.
This was intentionally left outside to freeze, so you can use it to quench your thirst and cool off in the summer.
It's precisely because there's no refrigerator that we've gone to all this trouble.
Sipping ice-cold beer, enjoying large meat skewers, and eating spicy stir-fried seafood—it couldn't be better! (I want some too!)
Xu Xiangyang had just finished half a bottle of beer when he heard someone banging on the door outside, as if they were going to smash it to pieces.
He frowned, wiped his hands and the table, and emerged from the spatial dimension, impatiently shouting, "Coming! Who is it? Knocking on the door!"
This is really disappointing. We just had a little wine to sweeten our palates, and then someone comes along and ruins the mood.
As he opened the door, Qian Wenqing, panting heavily, leaned against the wall, "Brother Xu..."
He took a couple of deep breaths and then said, "Seventh Master is here. In the small courtyard."
After saying all that in one breath, he couldn't help but press his hand to his chest.
He was exhausted from running all this way.
Logically, this errand-running job shouldn't be his turn, but everyone else is out tonight and hasn't come back yet, so he's the only one left to run the errand.
Anyway, there's not much left in the house, so I'm not afraid of them stealing anything.
Xu Xiangyang's eyes flashed with surprise upon hearing this, but he quickly regained his composure.
He asked, "Did he come alone?"
If Seventh Master hears that Yu Dong went back and exaggerated the story, he might bring people to smash up his yard; it's hard to say.
Qian Wenqing shook his head. "And Yu Dong, it's just the two of them."
He was quite surprised that Master An had actually come.
That was a character from a legend; he thought it was impossible for him to appear.
Xu Xiangyang didn't ask any more questions and rode his bicycle with Qian Wenqing in the direction he was heading.
More than ten minutes later, the two finally arrived at the small courtyard.
As soon as Xu Xiangyang entered, he saw Yu Dong. Yu Dong was dressed the same as yesterday, and his expression was somewhat inscrutable.
Sitting on the chair next to Yu Dong was a man wearing a gray hat, with a calm expression but sharp eyes.
He looks like an ordinary person, in his forties, the kind of person you wouldn't notice in a crowd.
Nevertheless, Xu Xiangyang knew that this person was not simple.
Judging a person by their appearance is a superficial act.
He would never judge a person by their appearance or clothing; that would be the most foolish thing to do.
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