"Ancestors, living ancestors, what winter clothes? Which mother's belly are you in?"
Back on the bus, the usually composed Jia Yongjun started cursing his ancestors, pacing back and forth in the aisle with his hands behind his back in frustration.
Finally, he stopped beside Ruan Xianxian, frowning, and said, "No! You go back to your hometown right now. If foreign guests ask about the winter clothes, I'll just say it's a child's joke."
"Driver, to the textile factory!"
Jia Yongjun: "What would you do at the textile factory?"
Ruan Xianxian smiled: "Ask your mom to make you a winter coat!"
Jia Yongjun: ...
Upon arriving at the textile factory, the person in charge of receiving us was Deputy Factory Director Guan Yan.
The woman was no more than 27 years old. It is said that she was the most beautiful woman in the art troupe back then. She was unwilling to marry an older man who had been married before and had two children. She was treated unfairly in the army.
In a fit of anger, he returned to his hometown and started working in a textile factory, where he proved to be exceptionally capable.
These were all whispered gossips between Jia Yongjun and her on their way to the warehouse.
Guan Yan stopped in her tracks. Before her lay the textile factory's enormous warehouse. After greeting the gatekeeper, she turned back with a disgruntled expression.
"Have you had enough crickets? Come in now."
Jia Yongjun gave a forced smile, then glared at the "troublemaker" beside him. It was all her fault; she kept asking him if there was anything else, and now he was getting carried away with the conversation!
Being glared at, Ruan Xianxian touched her nose and quickly walked to Guan Yan's side: "Comrade, don't mind it, men tend to be gossipy when they get old."
Jia Yongjun: ...
Guan Yan nodded in agreement, turned on the warehouse overhead light, and saw rolls of fabric neatly stacked high. Guan Yan handed her a booklet of hand-sewn fabrics:
"Here! All the colors and patterns of nylon are here. Pick one and I'll have someone find it."
The reason is that they acted first and informed later. Once they made their promise, Jia Yongjun would do everything in his power to cooperate, even if there was only a sliver of hope.
If she were to come to their door herself to discuss winter clothing, she would not only be ignored, but she might also be treated as if she were sick and kicked out.
Having made thorough preparations and purchased the design blueprints from the system, Ruan is now absolutely confident of success.
I picked up the booklet and quickly flipped through a few pages.
Take one each of sky blue, apricot yellow, bright red, and military green.
"Are you sure?" Even with Jia Yongjun backing her up, Guan Yan still asked. Nylon was expensive, and the garment factory had sent people to inquire about it many times, but she had always used the excuse that they were out of stock.
The idea was to generate foreign exchange revenue from this batch of nylon.
"Mmm!" Ruan Xianxian nodded her little head, her eyes never leaving the booklet.
"Nylon is windproof and waterproof, and also has antistatic properties, making it suitable for use in extreme climates. It also offers the widest range of colors to choose from, making it an ideal fabric for winter clothing."
Seeing that she spoke logically and that Jia Yongjun nodded in support, Guan Yan decisively summoned people to move the goods.
While waiting, Ruan Xianxian asked Guan Yan, "Comrade, does our factory have any workers with particularly good clothing-making skills? If not, I'll go to the garment factory and borrow a few."
The textile factory had good tailors, and when they heard that she didn't have any, they went to the garment factory to borrow one.
Guan Yan's competitive spirit flared up immediately, and she sent someone to call the two master craftsmen from the factory to the conference room.
When the group of people carrying large and small bags arrived at the conference room, two middle-aged men were already sitting inside. When they saw her looking at them with curiosity, Guan Yan patted her on the shoulder.
"Don't be curious! Most good tailors are men. Just find a place to sit and tell them your needs."
Ruan Xianxian sat down and, without any stage fright, picked up a pen and paper to write and draw on the draft, while explaining the design concept of the winter coat incessantly, leaving the two master craftsmen stunned.
"Replacing cotton with duck down? Putting aside whether there's that much duck down on the market, can that stuff even keep you warm?"
Ruan Xianxian chuckled as she turned the pen: "Whether it's warm or not, you'll know once you make it and try it out."
As for duck down, it depends on the order volume. If the transaction amount is high, I believe the provincial leaders can hatch and raise ducks on the spot.
The young man was quite humorous, and the people of Heilongjiang Province were very open-minded. They quickly got into a conversation and found themselves getting along very well.
They were all experts in this field. After looking at Ruan Xianxian's design drawings several times, they had a pretty good idea of what to expect.
Cutting, sewing...
These styles were intended for foreign guests to try, so the sizes and patterns she provided were more tailored to European and American body types.
The two tailors, who were trying it for the first time, thought it over and over again.
As soon as he started working, Jia Yongjun immediately called the breeding farm and asked someone to send some duck down.
Duck down mainly grows on the duck's abdomen, forming clusters of downy feathers. No? No, Jia Yongjun can provide some for you to pluck!
Fortunately, in the current situation of scarce resources, even a single duck feather is valuable. Several farms pooled together a lot of them and packed them into urea bags!
Ruan Xianxian glanced at it briefly and was shocked. The urea bags hadn't been used to sew pants? The farm was really extravagant!
During this time, Miyano came over. Seeing that she was busy, he didn't disturb her. He went out to borrow a thermos and filled it. Realizing that she wouldn't be able to finish anytime soon, he turned around and went to the main kitchen.
While the sample garments were being rushed to completion, Laudan, back in his hotel room, couldn't fall asleep.
One moment his mind was filled with the woman's fierce and infuriating face, and the next he was seeing her shocked and incredulous expression after he exposed her.
Frustrated, I sat up and scratched my head.
"Deal!" He sneered. "It's just a hundred thousand worth of goods!"
He didn't expect to leave Heilongjiang Province empty-handed this time. He had his eye on a batch of fabric a few days ago and was currently negotiating the price.
He had planned to buy at rock-bottom prices on the last day before leaving, but now... he couldn't wait for the price to drop by another cent or two. Cloth in China was already very cheap, and he could make double the profit by bringing it back at the original price, not to mention making it into ready-made garments.
Having made his decision, Laudan got dressed, went downstairs, and found the person in charge.
His movement prompted the cloth merchants who were still observing inside the restaurant to follow suit.
...
Two days passed in the blink of an eye. Ruan Xianxian ate and drank at the textile factory, providing guidance and following along throughout the process. It would be impossible to leave her unsupervised, as she paid attention to both warmth and appearance.
The two master chefs, on the other hand, focused more on practicality than appearance.
Fortunately, people who can be tailors are naturally good at aesthetics.
That same night, while the group stayed at the textile factory, Chu Li and Wu Xueliang arrived in the provincial capital. They drove a car borrowed from the county government, and the group gathered together to discuss their plans.
Ruan Xianxian told him to take Xiaxia and Zhaodi back to their residence, as she couldn't leave, so the four of them went to the agricultural machinery factory first.
That noon, Laudan, who had just returned from visiting Myron in the hospital, sat arrogantly in the restaurant.
The spoon in his right hand kept tapping against the plate, attracting the attention of the staff and foreign guests alike.
Laudan's expression was a half-smile: "Where's that translator surnamed Ruan? I signed a $120,000 order with the textile factory, where is she? Did she run away knowing she was guilty?"
As soon as the words were spoken, a group of people quickly came up the stairs from the second floor. The girl in the lead was wearing a gray trench coat, and her dark hair was casually tied into a low ponytail at the back of her head.
Her trench coat swayed gently as she walked, and her beautiful almond-shaped eyes glanced at him sideways: "You're here! Come on, let me broaden your horizons."
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