The warehouse manager is a man in his early forties, an old textile worker. His surname is Du and his given name is Tiezhu. He is warm and cheerful. He tells you everything he knows and never says anything he shouldn't.
Under his guidance, Jian Yuelan began to look at the fabrics.
As the largest textile factory in Southern Province, Ancheng Textile Factory is well-known in the country for both its shipment volume and the variety of its fabrics.
Before coming here, Jian Yuelan had high hopes for the fabrics in the textile factory. Now, when she suddenly saw the fabrics piled on the big racks and hanging on the poles, she was still deeply surprised and delighted.
It’s simple, there are really many types and varieties.
Reform and opening up have made colors brighter. The era when gray, blue, black and other colors were the mainstream has passed, and people have begun to pursue strong color impact.
Therefore, textile factories keep up with the times and produce more colorful fabrics such as red, blue, green, and purple.
Woolen, corduroy, polyester, cotton...work cloth, etc., not to mention the wide variety, and all kinds of thickness are available.
"This batch of light-colored fabrics was produced just two months ago. Before, there weren't so many colors. Now that reform and opening up have taken place, the colors of fabrics have become more diverse and beautiful. It's nothing like before, when you could only see a few colors everywhere on the street."
Du Tiezhu said with a smile, "Miss, take your time and choose carefully. Once you've chosen, write down the number. I'll match it for you later."
As he spoke, he handed over a pen and paper.
Jian Yuelan took it and said with a smile, "Thank you, Uncle Du. You can go ahead with your work. I think it will take me a while. I'll come find you when I'm better."
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