Chapter 139 What's wrong with wearing a T-shirt in some random, off-color? ...
Hongxing Textile Factory waited for several days, but Feiyan Textile Factory did not call to urge them. Zheng Jianguo was puzzled and took the initiative to make a call: "Don't you need anyone in your factory? The only senior sewing worker of the eighth grade is Zeng Jinfeng in our factory."
"Director Zheng? Thank you for your concern, but Feiyan Textile Factory doesn't need it."
Zheng Jianguo scoffed, "Are you just sitting in the factory with your imported buttonhole machines, doing nothing? Making clothes by staring at the buttonholes?"
"This imported buttonhole machine is so easy to operate! All the female workers in our factory know how to use it! Even I can use it!" Assistant He said with great pride. He had begged for a long time before, and even Factory Director Zheng said that Zeng Jinfeng was unwilling to come. Now... don't bother coming, goodbye.
Zheng Jianguo blurted out, "How is that possible? Only an eighth-level sewing machine operator in our factory can operate an imported buttonhole machine!"
Assistant He: "Then I don't understand. Even ordinary sewing workers in our factory can operate buttonhole machines."
He emphasized, "Even I can use it! Our buttonhole machine is now used by people in the nearby communes to make buttonholes. This machine works really well!"
"Director Zheng, only one person in your factory knows how to use the buttonhole machine. Either you're lying, or there's something wrong with something else."
"You should look for the reason yourself!"
Qin Xiangxiang took the new shirt she had casually made home for her husband, Li Jianzhi, to wear. It was originally a "guinea pig" shirt she made on the spur of the moment, but it turned out to be quite decent, so she decided not to waste it and let the man wear it.
"Think about it, you made it yourself? How lucky am I to have a wife who makes clothes for me? It's a little tight though, but my arms can still move normally." Li Jianzhi returned home, took off his loose military uniform, and put on the white shirt his wife had made for him. Compared to the military uniform, the shirt was slightly tight.
When he stood in front of the mirror, Li Jianzhi was stunned. The tailoring was perfect! The size was perfect! He suddenly looked like a handsome man, the clothes fitting his body perfectly, tight and showing off his strong muscle contours, giving him a bit of a "suit-wearing thug" vibe.
Very sexy!
I guess it's because I usually wear loose clothes, so this suitable shirt makes me feel a little tight, but it doesn't restrict my movements at all. I can't see any tightness in the mirror, and it actually accentuates my figure.
Li Jianzhi sighed, "This is practically a custom-made piece by a high-end tailor. Wife, you know my figure too well."
"It makes me feel really embarrassed."
Li Jianzhi unbuttoned a few buttons on his collar, turned around slightly, and felt somewhat like a superhero.
Qin Xiangxiang's face turned red. She didn't know why she was blushing. This damned man was dressed, but it was as if he wasn't. For some reason... his figure was attractive.
"Is it too tight? Let me loosen it up for you. I just made it on the spot and didn't measure the size. It was just for testing the buttonhole machine in the factory."
"Not too tight, just right. If I put on this vest, honey, I could be on the cover of an international fashion magazine, a real heartthrob."
Qin Xiangxiang: "?? What does 'Xing Nan' mean?"
"It means I'm very charming and I have a great figure!" In an era where everyone wears loose burlap clothes, Li Jianzhi felt that his outfit was amazing, and anyone with eyes could see that he had a great figure.
He was being a bit ostentatious, so he called Lai Yiu-wai and his wife to come over for dinner. He was going to show off his new clothes, put on an imported watch, and look radiant in the mirror.
"Little Fatty, Daddy will take you to pick vegetables, and we'll go to the henhouse to collect eggs!"
Qin Xiangxiang was convinced: "Are you really going to go out dressed like this? I feel like it's really weird..."
“I wear them. I even wear the clothes my wife made for me, and I wear burlap sacks with me.”
Little Fatty: "Mom, I want to wear new clothes too, like Dad's!"
"Yes, yes, yes! I want one too!"
Li Jianzhi led the little fat boy downstairs, attracting everyone's attention in the cold wind. The female relatives gathered together and started talking.
"Comrade Li is really good-looking."
"What do you think Comrade Li and Factory Director Qin's son will look like when he grows up?"
"This is a well-made garment! How can a white shirt look so good on someone like that?"
Sister Gao secretly came to Qin Xiangxiang and asked, "Is this a new shirt that your factory specially developed? How much does this shirt cost? If I have extras, I'd like to buy one for my husband."
"That man who's the manager of the textile factory is so lucky!"
"The best fabrics are all reserved for our own men."
Qin Xiangxiang: "..."
Actually, it was made from leftover fabric scraps from the factory.
The family picked some fresh green vegetables and collected three eggs. Little Sui Sui happily hugged the green vegetables and walked home, her body wobbling like a little duck.
On the first floor of the family compound, the Gou family had two more children. The Gou family started cooking with a fire pit outside the house. They didn't burn coal, but firewood, using an old enamel basin with a chipped bottom as a fire pit to cook the food.
On a cold day, cook a big pot of hot soup and blanch vegetables, other fish, or seafood balls in it.
Li Jianzhi: "How come you have two more children in your family?"
Gou Qiang said, "My eldest sister's two children came over. My brother-in-law is working away from home, so my eldest sister brought her two children over for a meal."
Qin Xiangxiang and Li Jianzhi went upstairs and ran into Bai Yun, who was throwing coal out of the door. Bai Yun sighed in the corridor, "There are so many Gou family members downstairs, it's so lively, like a big family."
Zhong Li was picking vegetables at the doorway: "Whether you have a son or a daughter, they'll all come back and sponge off their parents."
Back home, Qin Xiangxiang whispered gossip to Li Jianzhi, "I overheard Gao Rong complaining that it was Gou Xiaomei who called her older sister over. The whole family is eating Gou Zhengwei's food!"
"The eldest sister of the Gou family married a construction worker. She works in construction now and her monthly salary is not low, but she has to give subsidies to her husband's family to support her two children and barely make ends meet."
“Gou Xiaomei separated from her husband and children. She couldn’t stand that her brother and sister-in-law didn’t pay for their meals and said that Gao Rong didn’t contribute a penny of her salary, so she called her older sister to bring her children over for a meal.”
Li Jianzhi: "...This Gou Xiaomei?"
"This Miss Gou didn't pay for food expenses while she was staying at her parents' house with her son!"
"Now it's like their whole family is eating off Political Commissar Gou alone."
"Commissar Gou's wife is going around exchanging food coupons with people."
Qin Xiangxiang whispered in Li Jianzhi's ear, "Now many people are saying that Political Commissar Gou has given birth to three locusts."
"In addition, Old Mrs. Gou is a locust, and she is entirely supported by Political Commissar Gou and his wife."
Li Jianzhi asked with a smile, "So what do you think?"
"What else can I say? I'm the ancestor of locusts." Qin Xiangxiang looked at the cute little Sui Sui in her arms and kissed her. "Li Jianzhi, then you're in trouble. If Little Fatty and Sui Sui grow up and want to come back to leech off their parents, then I, the big locust, will bring two little locusts to leech off you."
Li Jianzhi chuckled: "That's it, I was hoping to live off a woman."
Qin Xiangxiang: "..."
"Honey, what if it's me, this big locust, bringing two little locusts to eat you up?"
"You're an outstanding Factory Director Qin! The pillar of our family!"
Qin Xiangxiang kicked him several times: "Your wife is about to go bankrupt, and we won't be able to complete our orders! Hmph, if the factory goes under, I'll just stay at home all day and rely on your salary to support me!"
What difficulties are you facing in production at your factory?
Qin Xiangxiang was taken aback, but she retorted stubbornly, "No problem is the biggest problem! Do you think I should stir up trouble for no reason?"
“In the past, those factories were unwilling to send experienced sewing workers to help, but later they heard that we all knew how to operate imported buttonhole machines and wanted to come, but I rejected them all! I didn’t take any of these experienced sewing workers.”
"Some of the older workers are treated like royalty. It's impossible for me, the factory manager, to have to go and be subservient to them."
Qin Xiangxiang whispered to him, "Do you know why Zheng Jianguo's factory only has one level-eight sewing machine operator who can operate the buttonhole machine?"
Li Jianzhi: "The seamstress is behind this?"
"That's right, adding syrup to engine oil."
Li Jianzhi couldn't help but chuckle: "He's a real talent!"
Qin Xiangxiang was speechless: "Zheng Jianguo even tried to strangle me, but he himself got his neck strangled."
At that time, among the veteran state-owned technical workers, there were those like Master Li who were full of enthusiasm and dedicated to public service, and there were also those like Zeng Jinfeng who were cunning and deceitful, only interested in putting on airs in the factory.
Qin Xiangxiang complained: "Factory Director Liao called me and said that the tallest tree in the forest will be felled by the wind, implying that someone was going to trip me up. Come on, I'm waiting to trip you up. But I didn't do anything, and the person who was going to trip me up fell down on their own."
"Who can I turn to for justice?"
Li Jianzhi: "She really is Versailles' wife."
According to the plan, we will produce 30,000 pieces this month by working overtime, and next month, after we become more proficient, we can reach 100,000 pieces, and then we can deliver all the trial orders.
Perhaps even God couldn't stand Qin Xiangxiang's Versailles-like behavior, because the bicycle that was speeding along started to break down.
There's a problem with the dye.
The majority of the dyes purchased this time were defective.
The colors of these defective dyes are extremely bizarre and mixed, so strange that they are disgusting to look at.
This batch of dyes was allocated to fulfill foreign trade orders, but whether due to poor storage or problems during transportation, they all turned into defective dyes.
Yang Zhixia's face turned pale; she felt like the sky was about to fall.
How many are normal dyes?
"Probably only one-fifth."
"It's over. This batch of dye is for an order of 100,000 pieces. It's impossible to allocate that many dyes in such a short time. We can only complete half of the 100,000 trial order. What are we going to do with the rest?"
These defective dyes have no markings, making it impossible to identify which dye factories they came from, and even if we try to trace the source, we can't find the responsible party.
This is one of the reasons why many state-owned factories are unwilling to label their products. Once the products leave the factory, they can deny responsibility. Dyes from several supply channels are mixed together, and even if it is eventually found to be a defective product, it is impossible to trace the source when trying to hold the responsible party accountable.
This batch of dyes was probably a backlog of defective products. The management staff didn't know what they were doing, and Feiyan Textile Factory urgently needed dyes, so they allocated them all to them.
"Factory manager, what should we do? We can't fulfill our export orders."
"Unless dye is urgently transferred from another province," Assistant He said, though he himself felt the hope was slim.
No one expected this batch of dyes to cause such a problem. They hadn't anticipated receiving so many orders, and they didn't have enough dye reserves. In addition, they could only rely on allocations, and this was all the dye they had left. Everyone in the factory was hoping for a quick fix and didn't have time to check the dyes for any issues.
These factors combined caused Feiyan Textile Factory to suffer a major setback. "The cotton and chemical fiber materials were fine, but we never expected the problem to be with the dyes." Actually, the factory's management of dyes wasn't strict before. If they didn't do export business and only sold domestically, people in China wouldn't care too much about the dye colors.
Even the worst quality dye is still better than the homemade dye we make by buying white cloth. Chinese people aren't picky, and factories don't care much. "Let's all be more understanding. In the future, we'll focus on quality control of the dyes. We can't throw away this batch of defective dyes. Otherwise, we can export the rest and sell them domestically. We just need to complete half of our foreign trade orders."
Qin Xiangxiang had a feeling that she knew it was going to happen, because she felt that things couldn't possibly go so smoothly. She was quite open-minded, thinking that although the defective dye was of an incorrect and strange color, it could still be made into T-shirts. She could just print a rectangular pattern in the middle and smear some color on it.
Since her son wears fertilizer bags anyway, what's wrong with him wearing some random colored T-shirts?
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
