Chapter 85 Where is the cotton hidden? tCio (jhssd)
The three coats were neatly placed on the long table. Qin Qing took a closer look and found that the seams were neat, the cutting was sharp, and the size was right.
It's exactly the same as the coat she made, but it's much faster than hers!
"How's it going? Nothing wrong to pick, right?"
Qin Dashan looked very pleased with himself, "I said I can do three pieces a day, so I can do three pieces!"
"Qing'er, Qin Dashan is indeed very capable. We are far behind him in speed!"
Ma Fangfang was also convinced, this guy was born to do this job.
"We saw it firsthand. Qin Dashan didn't even use a ruler to cut the cloth. He just measured with his heart. After he finished cutting, we took a cloth ruler and measured it. There was no deviation at all."
"And he's so good at using a sewing machine. It's almost like the machine is part of his hand, and the thread never gets crooked no matter how he sews."
"Three things a day. If I can finish one a day, I'll be very lucky."
Several women chatted with each other, and each of them looked at Qin Dashan with a bit of admiration.
Who would have thought that Qin Dashan, who always kept his head down in the village, actually had such ability!
"Hey! What's the big deal? Just a little trial run."
As Qin Dashan listened to the flattery from the crowd, his head raised higher and higher, and he almost felt like he was floating up.
Fang Zhiwei glanced at Qin Qing, and he could naturally see that the three coats were indeed well made, quickly and well, which was enough to prove that Qin Dashan was a real talent.
But how could such a capable person be expelled and return to the village in disgrace?
Qin Qing naturally thought of this. She glanced at Yueji who was concentrating on sewing, then glanced at Qin Dashan who looked proud, and picked up the coat on the table and looked at it carefully.
"Qin Qing, I've made this dress, and everyone can see its quality. I didn't feel comfortable asking yesterday, but how should we pay for the work?"
Qin Qing weighed the coat in her hand, her eyes changed slightly. Hearing Qin Dashan's words, she smiled, put the coat down, and picked up another coat.
"Brother Dashan, what do you think?"
"Hey! It's not really an opinion, not really. I just have some thoughts. Look, a coat of this quality would cost at least eleven in the mall. We worked so hard to make one, so a few bucks for each shouldn't be too much, right?"
Qin Dashan said this with a grin on his face. He spoke lightly, as if the mention was not a big deal, but a small matter.
"Qin Dashan, are you crazy?"
Before Qin Qing could say anything, Ma Fangfang became anxious. "Can you sell eleven of these coats? You're asking for so much. Do you really think we, Qin Qing, are a bank?"
"Hey! You don't understand. In the past, our factory's coats were exclusively supplied to department stores. Ten, that's not an exaggeration."
Qin Dashan smacked his lips, looking as if Ma Fangfang had never seen the world.
"You know it's for the mall. Can Qin Qing sell it there? Don't we have to sell it like we sell mops, door to door?"
"That's right, a mop is only two, where can you find so many suckers in this big ten!"
"I think you're crazy about money, you just open your mouth and ask for it!"
These women were taught by Qin Qing to sell mops to make money, and now they all spoke in Qin Qing's direction.
"You're all idiots! I'm helping you, aren't I? I can get one, but you guys are getting more, right?!"
Qin Dashan pulled Ma Fangfang out and spoke in a low voice in her ear. Ma Fangfang's face changed instantly and she pushed him away.
"Don't do that! I can't do such a conscienceless thing! Qin Qing, Qin Dashan and I are not on the same page. As for our wages, you say how much, and that's what we'll give. We won't argue!"
"Yes, we won't argue!"
Yueji also stopped sewing and whispered, "Sister Qing, I think I can learn some skills from you! I'm so lucky that you don't charge me tuition. I don't even need the wages, just provide me with food!"
Yueji wrote down all of Qin Qing's hands-on teachings yesterday. She told her husband at home when she got home.
Her husband also said that Qin Qing is a capable person. No one in the village had ever thought of selling mops, but she did. Now she wants to make clothes. If you follow her, you will definitely learn skills. It doesn't matter if you earn less money. Not everyone can learn skills.
Qin Qing had already looked through all three coats. She picked up one coat and handed it to Qin Dashan.
"Brother Dashan, how much cotton did you put into each coat?"
"One...one jin."
Qin Dashan spoke with some stammering, but his eyes involuntarily turned to the side.
"Is it really one pound?"
"Of course! You clearly told me yesterday that each coat should contain one pound of cotton. I remember that correctly."
"If I say there's a pound of cotton, why does the weight feel wrong to me?"
When Qin Qing said this, Qin Dashan immediately retorted, "Hey! Your hand is not a scale, it can't be that accurate."
Fang Zhiwei swiftly took the coat and handed it to Qin Qing.
"This coat of mine was made by Qin Qing herself. It's made of one pound of cotton. Just compare the weight and you'll see."
Ma Fangfang also took Fang Zhiwei's clothes curiously, picked up the coat made by Qin Dashan and compared them, and her face changed instantly.
"Qin Dashan! There's definitely not a pound of cotton in your coat!"
"Let me see!"
The others also hurried to try it out. The weight difference was so obvious that even without weighing it, everyone could feel that the coat made by Qin Dashan definitely did not contain a pound of cotton.
"Don't even mention it's less than a pound. I estimate it weighs only half a pound!"
"If you put half a pound into one piece, you save a pound and a half with three pieces! This cotton should be at least 80 or 90 cents per pound, right?"
When Ma Fangfang asked this, Fang Zhiwei immediately added, "This is top-quality cotton, one pound for one dollar and eighty cents!"
"So expensive!" Ma Fangfang's eyes widened as she quickly looked around. "One catty is one dollar and eighty cents. So one and a half catties is... is..."
"Two dollars and seventy-five!"
When Qin Qing said this, Ma Fangfang almost jumped up. She pointed at Qin Dashan and asked, "Qin Dashan! Where is the extra cotton? Did you pocket it?"
"No! That's not true! How could I possibly pocket the cotton? Qin Qing, I was just trying to save you money!"
Qin Dashan hurriedly tried to explain himself, but Ma Fangfang didn't care. She stepped forward, grabbed his wrist, and shouted coldly.
"Qin Dashan, don't tell me so much! Where's the cotton? Where's the extra cotton?"
Ma Fangfang thought carefully. Today, Qin Dashan seemed to have gone in and out several times while they were learning with great enthusiasm. Could it be that he took the cotton away at this time?
"I put all the cotton back into the bag I kept it in. I really didn't take any!"
"Really? Then just find the cotton bags and weigh them. The number of used ones will be counted, and we'll know by comparing them."
Qin Qing turned around and was about to go into the inner room to get the bag. When he saw Qin Qing leave, Qin Dashan's eyes rolled and he raised his foot to run out of the house.
Fang Zhiwei was quick-witted and quick-handed. He grabbed Qin Dashan's collar and pulled him back easily.
"How dare you, Qin Dashan, steal cotton!"
Ma Fangfang was very angry. She had found Qin Dashan for Qin Qing, but she didn't expect him to be such a dishonest person.
"Tell me! Where did you hide the cotton?!"
"I really didn't hide it! I didn't hide it! Go weigh the cotton yourselves, the quantity will definitely match!" Qin Dashan insisted that he did not steal the cotton.
Qin Qing walked out of the house with cotton in her hand, holding the scale in her other hand and weighing it easily.
"Only six pounds..."
Including the piece Yue Ji was reworking, a total of four kilograms of cotton were used. Qin Qing put down the scale and looked at Qin Dashan coldly, "Brother Dashan, this cotton is two dollars and seventy cents, which is enough for a fine. Have you thought it through?"
"As long as you don't find it, there's no evidence to prove I stole the cotton! I'm innocent!"
Qin Dashan gritted his teeth. He didn't believe that they could really find evidence.
Yueji suddenly stood up, tugged at the corner of Qin Qing's clothes, and whispered in her ear, "Sister Qing, I might know where he hid the cotton..."
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