These words really touched her heart.
No matter how well the National Cotton Mill plans each season, there will always be some leftover goods and scraps at the end of the season. For example, making cotton-padded clothes can indeed improve the utilization rate of inventory materials.
People say that the New Year is difficult. In just over two months, we will need money to visit relatives and friends and buy New Year goods. The factory workers' wages are fixed, and as the factory director, she also hopes that the workers can receive more benefits.
Just these two things made Tong Qifang unable to help but be moved.
"Xiaoxiao, we do have the materials you just mentioned. Sewing machines can be borrowed or bought. But where can I find so many people who can operate sewing machines?"
"My sister, it's hard to find a man with three legs, but there are many girls who can operate sewing machines! If you can't do it, we can spend a lot of money to hire a master to train us!"
Tong Qifang was still worried, "But what about the leader...?"
Xiao Jiahua said righteously: "As a great national enterprise, we produce what the people need! Now that the weather is cold, the people need cotton clothes to wear. How can the leaders oppose something that the people like to hear and see?"
Tong Qifang was so excited after hearing this that she certainly hoped that the National Cotton Mill would become a great national enterprise.
She patted her chest and said, "Xiaoxiao, you are right. I will go to the county leaders right now and report to make cotton-padded clothes!"
Xiao Jiahua stood up and praised her: "Sister Tong, at the critical moment, you are still flexible in thinking and highly aware!"
Tong Qifang opened the door curtain, and the cold wind outside made the hot blood in his forehead cool down a little. She turned back to look at Xiao Jiahua, angry and amused, "You, just flatter me and try your best to trick your sister!"
Xiao Jiahua laughed: "How could that be? I promised the chairman that I would be reliable when doing things. When have I ever been unreliable?"
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As soon as Tong Qifang left, Xiao Jiahua knew that this matter would most likely happen.
She ordered Miao Xiaomiai to pick out two pieces of each style and size of cotton-padded jackets in the warehouse and keep them aside to make samples. The remaining ones will be sent to major supply and marketing cooperatives as planned and sold normally.
The next day, as soon as Tong Qifang's application to produce cotton clothes was approved, Xiao Jiahua immediately took the batch of sample clothes and personally delivered them to the National Cotton Mill.
As soon as they met, Tong Qifang happily told Xiao Jiahua: "Yesterday, the county leaders received the report and reported it to the provincial government immediately. Unexpectedly, the provincial leaders not only supported us in making cotton-padded clothes, but also transferred dozens of idle sewing machines from the sewing machine factory in the provincial capital. They were just delivered at noon today."
"Great, let me take a look!"
Xiao Jiahua entered the workshop and suddenly saw dozens of old-fashioned sewing machines lined up in two rows.
These machines were neither old nor new, and were far inferior to those she had seen in the Shanghai garment factory in terms of scale, quantity, and degree of mechanization.
However, for a newly established cotton clothing workshop, this is already a big breakthrough.
"What about the personnel? How is the mobilization going?" Xiao Jiahua asked again.
Tong Qifang: "This morning, I pulled out a dozen older women who can operate sewing machines from the cotton production line. There are also a few younger girls who can't operate the machines but are good at sewing. They all expressed their willingness to learn. After putting together the numbers, we have almost the same number."
He is worthy of being the factory director. He either doesn't do it or does it to the end. His efficiency is so high that it is beyond words.
The materials, equipment and manpower are in place and we can start working at any time.
Xiao Jiahua took out the cotton-padded jacket he had brought with him, picked up the scissors beside him, and with a wave of his hand along the seam, the cotton-padded jacket was torn open, revealing the snow-white cotton.
The workers who were watching were confused and gasped.
"Sister, why did you cut the cotton coat?"
Tong Qifang felt very distressed.
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