Chapter 232 Accepting New Things
People began to realize that this was not a joke, but a major event concerning the future of the factory.
Xiao Zhou showed Lao Chen the diagram.
"Is this the main course knife? Is the one on the left a salad fork or a main course fork?"
Old Chen frowned as he recalled, then pulled out the manual to compare and carefully corrected every detail.
Deputy Factory Director Pan secretly stuffed the picture of the Western food into his pocket and muttered to himself.
"Make a note of this, just in case I ever need it someday. I don't want my wife to laugh at me."
Zhou Lijuan watched this scene and exchanged a glance with Qi Changyu.
Her eyes lifted slightly, revealing a hint of a relieved smile.
Qi Changyu nodded slightly.
The two did not speak, but they understood each other implicitly.
These veteran cadres are finally starting to put aside their prejudices and accept new things.
The sound of sewing machines rose and fell in the workshop.
Everyone was looking forward to the upcoming visit of foreign guests.
Some people are hoping to be selected to appear in the reception team.
Some people worry that their clothes won't look formal enough if they're not ironed properly.
The factory area has also been cleaned up again.
Even the flower beds on both sides of the gate have been replanted with fresh soil and flowers.
The words "Welcome International Friends" were freshly painted and stood out prominently.
Just after 3 p.m., the black sedan steadily drove into view.
Zhou Yujie sat in the passenger seat, smiling as he looked out the window.
Guo Yanlong, along with several core cadres, had been waiting at the door for some time.
Their eyes all turned toward the oncoming vehicle, their expressions solemn.
He was still clutching the small card Zhou Lijuan had given him tightly in his hand.
It contained a few German greetings and pinyin annotations.
Guo Yanlong repeatedly muttered that sentence to himself.
As soon as the car door opened, Zhou Yujie got out of the car first.
He took a half step back, bowed slightly, and gently touched the edge of the roof with his right hand, gesturing for the passengers in the back seat to go first.
Mr. Dren was wearing a dark gray suit, and his hair was perfectly styled.
As soon as he stood firm, Guo Yanlong stepped forward and offered his hand.
"Mr. Delun, welcome to our garment factory. I am Guo Yanlong, the director of Yuxin County."
Qi Changyu stood to the side and translated at a volume just loud enough for Delun to hear.
Deren was stunned.
In this small county town, someone can actually speak German?
His gaze lingered on Qi Changyu for a few seconds before turning to Guo Yanlong.
He originally thought it was just an ordinary small factory, at most with people from a translation company temporarily helping out.
But what he saw before him was clearly beyond his expectations.
Both their etiquette and language skills demonstrated a high degree of professionalism.
Guo Yanlong's actions also gave him a jolt.
The factory manager took the initiative to shake hands with him, his demeanor calm and composed, showing no sign of flattery or fear.
He didn't feel flattered, but rather treated with equal respect.
At that moment, Deren realized that this factory might really be different.
Guo Yanlong shakes hands with Mr. Delun.
A hint of surprise flashed across Deren's eyes; he hadn't expected this young Chinese manager to be so particular about details.
He then grasped Guo Yanlong's hand.
"Director Guo, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Guo Yanlong released himself the moment the opportunity arose.
Standing behind him, Deputy Factory Director Pan's palms were already sweating with nervousness.
When Dren turned to look at him, he instinctively wanted to take a step back.
But at this crucial moment, Lao Yang gently pushed him from behind.
He subconsciously touched his pocket, his fingertips brushing against the piece of paper he had repeatedly folded and unfolded.
The drawing on it, crooked and uneven, was a hint that Zhou Lijuan had specially drawn for him.
He gritted his teeth, trying hard to recall Guo Yanlong's actions, and mimicked him by reaching out his hand.
But he just couldn't look Dren in the eye.
Zhou Lijuan saw this and took a half step forward without making a sound, speaking to Delun in English.
"This is our supervisor, Factory Director Pan. He knows every step of the garment manufacturing process, from cutting to sewing, from quality inspection to packaging, inside and out."
Upon hearing this, Delun smiled and grasped Deputy Factory Director Pan's slightly trembling hand.
"I'm so lucky to have such a supervisor. A rigorous attitude is the most valuable asset in the manufacturing industry."
Qi Changyu accurately translated this sentence.
Upon hearing this, Deputy Factory Director Pan's facial muscles relaxed.
His gaze no longer dared to dodge, and he finally dared to stare directly into Deren's eyes.
When it was Lao Yang's turn, he didn't bring up the "knife and fork fighting" joke again.
He stretched out his hand and said the lines that Zhou Lijuan had taught him in advance.
"Mr. Deren, welcome to our factory. We hope you have a pleasant visit today."
Then everyone accompanied Deren into the workshop.
The workshop was clean and tidy, with a spotless floor.
The workers were all dressed in light blue uniforms with name tags pinned to their chests, and each of them was focused on their post.
When they saw Deren and his group enter, they didn't crowd around them to look at them curiously; they simply nodded politely.
These are all rules that were repeatedly emphasized during the initial training.
"Do not crowd around, do not discuss, maintain an appropriate distance, and demonstrate professionalism."
Every employee kept this in mind and strictly implemented it.
Dren walked to the front of the stage, his gaze falling on a piece of fabric that had not yet been cut.
He reached out and picked up a corner, then gently rubbed it.
"Was this fabric developed in-house? How breathable is it? Won't it feel stuffy and hot to wear in high temperatures?"
Qi Changyu had just opened his mouth slightly, preparing to translate the question so that Zhou Lijuan could answer, when she stopped him with a look.
Zhou Lijuan stepped forward and took over the conversation in fluent German.
"Yes, this fabric is the result of our joint research and development with a textile factory at the foot of Yuxin Mountain. The raw material is high-quality long-staple cotton grown locally, which has been treated with a special process to improve the softness and air circulation of the fibers. Its breathability is 30% higher than that of ordinary fabrics on the market. Even when worn for a long time in high-temperature environments, it can keep you comfortable and dry."
As she spoke, she nodded to the worker next to her.
The worker immediately took out a finished suit and handed it to her.
Zhou Lijuan took the clothes and then presented them to Delun with both hands.
"You might as well touch it yourself and feel its texture. In addition, I can assure you that the stitching of this garment meets the standard of twelve stitches per inch, with even and tight stitches, which fully complies with the requirements of the D country's quality certification system."
Dren took the garment that was handed to him and held it carefully in his hands.
He bent down slightly and repeatedly checked whether each seam was even.
Then, he extended his index and middle fingers and measured the width of his collar.
He slowly raised his head and turned his gaze to Zhou Yujie beside him.
“Mr. Zhou, you’re right. This factory is truly remarkable. Every detail, even down to the smallest stitch on the collar, is handled with such meticulous care and attention. It’s not just about production; it’s about a commitment to quality.”
Zhou Yujie listened quietly, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over Zhou Lijuan and Qi Changyu beside him.
What surprised him even more was Guo Yanlong.
The factory manager who once dared not even look customers in the eye can now answer questions calmly.
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