Chapter 324 Custom Production
Meng Qingyin returned to the product input interface and looked at it for a while before discovering that there were other options.
[Customizable products are available; detailed information on raw materials and production processes must be provided.]
Meng Qingyin's eyes lit up: a customized product!
She immediately entered the breathing mask, inputting the raw materials and production process from Qin Feng's note.
Have the raw materials, equipment, and production line for producing the "breathing mask" been determined?
Meng Qingyin selected "Confirm".
The raw materials and equipment for the "breathing mask" product have been produced, and the factory has started a new production line. Production can begin after the raw materials and equipment are purchased.
That's enough!
Meng Qingyin immediately opened the factory information and found that in addition to the original hygiene products production line, there was also a breathing mask production line.
However, the breathing mask production line is just starting out and the capacity is not high. There is only one production line, which can produce a maximum of 50 breathing masks per day.
Meng Qingyin still purchased automated equipment and raw materials, and the respirator production line officially went into production.
Meng Qingyin told Chen Leying and then teleported to the factory.
Unexpectedly, Chen Leying and the others also came.
Fei Qiu scratched his head: "Hehe, as a member of the factory, I've come to see the new production line."
Qin Jiu looked around but didn't see Lu Cheng. She frowned and said, "What's wrong with Lu Cheng? Is he still in a state of ecstasy? I'll call him over."
Normally, Lu Cheng is the one who loves to join in the fun the most.
I didn't expect Fei Qiu to come today, but he didn't.
Meng Qingyin stopped her: "Forget about Xiaojiu, let's give him some time."
She didn't know how deep the relationship was between Lu Cheng and his sister, but some emotions could only be processed by herself, and no one else could help her.
Lu Cheng is naturally carefree; he should be able to process these emotions quickly.
Qin Jiu paused for a moment, then said, "Alright."
Meng Qingyin: "Let's go take a look at the new production line first."
The four walked from the yard toward the workshop.
On the way, they encountered three other workers, the same three that Zheng Er had introduced earlier.
With the production line drastically reduced, their workload also decreased. Just as the three of them were worrying about whether they would be "laid off," Meng Qingyin and her group arrived.
The three of them stood up and greeted each other somewhat awkwardly.
Wang Ming asked bluntly, "Factory manager, now that half of the production line is gone, will the three of us be laid off?"
Now that the Robbery Alliance has transformed, the brothers have all retired from their criminal activities and are earning money honestly with their own hands. All three of them cherish their current job opportunities.
If he gets cut, the league will have to feed three more people.
Because of the recent black-winged beetle infestation, the brothers have lost their job collecting eggs at the chicken farm and are in a real bind.
At this critical juncture, the three of them cannot afford to lose their jobs.
Meng Qingyin: "Don't worry, the factory won't lay off any workers. Right now, the production line for hygiene products is down by half, but other production lines will be added soon."
With Meng Qingyin's assurance, the three of them finally felt relieved.
Meng Qingyin said with a smile, "It's not busy right now, so the three of you can take turns resting for a few days. Once there are more new production lines, things will get busy again."
After saying that, the group went to the workshop next door.
There is only one production line here, and the machines are humming as they produce breathing masks.
It has only been a dozen minutes since the new production line was confirmed, so not a single respirator has been produced yet.
The group chatted for more than ten minutes, and the first breathing mask was finally produced.
Qin Jiu held it and examined it for a long time before nodding with great certainty: "It's exactly the same as Sister Feng's! Once five are produced, we can wear them to raid the Magic Tower."
Fei Qiu: "The production is a bit slow, only one can be produced every half hour, which is incomparable to the production of hygiene products."
Meng Qingyin: "The production process of breathing masks is too complicated, so it is understandable that production is a little slow. This is already much better than what we make."
Fei Qiu nodded, "That's true, the factory really freed up our hands."
Staying at the factory was just waiting idly, so they decided to go back and drive a bit more. After saying goodbye to each other, they headed back.
...
By 8 p.m. the following day, the factory had produced more than 80 breathing masks. Meng Qingyin kept some for herself and put the rest on the trading hall, priced at 10 silver coins.
She makes a profit from this price, but not much.
Initially, players who followed her shop thought it was just an ordinary breathing mask, since it looked unremarkable and Meng Qingyin didn't mention that the breathing mask had any special function.
Some people started to wonder, why would such an ordinary breathing mask cost 10 silver coins?
Isn't this treating them like suckers?
As a result, some players made sarcastic remarks in the chat area, implying that Mengmeng treated them like idiots, and that she had the nerve to sell such an expensive, worthless mask that nobody wanted.
Of course, most players didn't take this little incident to heart.
Now, more and more players are experiencing physical discomfort, and they are beginning to believe that the demonic energy in the Tower of Babel really has a corrosive effect on the human body.
Otherwise, why would these symptoms appear?
Especially those players who initially scoffed at Zhao Lan's words had to admit the truth after being brutally beaten down by reality.
So, some people started tagging Zhao Lan in the chat area.
On the way, you wrote: "@Zhao Lan, since you know that the Tower of Babel will erode our bodies, you must also know the solution. Now everyone is suffering from illness, are you just going to stand by and do nothing?"
He Ping: "@Zhao Lan, that's right, tell us quickly how to relieve the pain, or I'll be in excruciating pain!"
Green Grassland: "@Zhao Lan, just tell us everything you know, everyone will be grateful to you."
Song Ge: "@Zhao Lan, say something! What's with this 'playing dead' and not responding? We're all compatriots, are you just going to stand by and watch us die?"
"..."
Zhang Yan was sitting in the passenger seat of Zhao Lan's car when he saw the message.
Because he had previously claimed to have a brain disorder and would faint from time to time, Zhao Lan actually believed his lies. Fearing that he might have an accident while driving alone, she had a team member in the convoy who had lost his vehicle drive his car, while he and Zhao Lan rode in the same car.
He was happy to be relaxed and readily agreed.
Throughout the journey, Zhao Lan drove with his eyes fixed straight ahead. No matter how he tried to strike up a conversation, the other person kept his eyes glued to the road ahead and didn't say a word to him.
Zhang Yan was really frustrated.
What's so interesting about that shabby road?
Instead of watching such a handsome guy with an amazing physique, why is Zhao Lan watching Broken Road? She must be a heartless and ruthless bodhisattva.
Sigh, another day of missing Mengmeng. She's the one who knows how to appreciate things.
Zhang Yan was idly scrolling through the chat section when he saw what had just happened.
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