Chapter 288 Was this good wool something your mom had a master do to your head...?
"This novel is very interesting, extremely interesting!"
Li Jianzhi was holding a handwritten novel, laughing so hard his abs ached. He would burst into laughter every now and then. He never thought he would see his wife's "fan fiction" in his life.
It can only be said that the wisdom of the masses is boundless. This story is so fantastical that it rivals the Tianya Forum of yesteryear.
"You're still laughing... If you laugh again, get out!"
Qin Xiangxiang was furious. How come there were handwritten copies of "Factory Director Qin's" story everywhere? This thing suddenly became like "A Pair of Embroidered Shoes," everywhere, purely handwritten, and with countless creators! The author could not be found! They were all anonymous.
"Is this a novel about a mother?"
"My Mother's Story!"
Qin Xiangxiang sighed helplessly: "Those are all made up by other people. Mom's stories are the ones Mom told you herself."
Little He Miao: "Mom, I want to listen to 'Director Qin's Clever Battle Against Liu Manfu'."
"Mom, I want to hear it too."
Qin Xiangxiang: "..."
Children are all debts!
“Dad, our school also has a few handwritten copies of Director Qin’s stories. I brought a few back with me. Let’s exchange them.” Comrade Li Xiaopang is in middle school, and middle school students are the main readers of novels. There are many handwritten copies of Director Qin’s stories in his class.
Others, knowing that Li Xiaopang was Factory Director Qin's son, even asked him:
"Is this really written by your mother?"
"Your mother has seen a thousand-year-old female corpse?"
"Li Qingfeng, your grades are so good, did your mom have a master bless your head?"
Li Xiaopang: "???"
“My mom never cared about my studies; it was all my dad who started teaching me math.”
Someone else asked, "Your dad is a military officer, so he's often away from home, isn't he? My dad does all the cooking at home because my mom works in a textile factory and is quite busy. Qingfeng, have you ever eaten a meal cooked by your dad? My dad's cooking is delicious."
With tears in his eyes, Li Qingfeng said, "My dad was a veteran of the navy for over ten years, and he made me crucian carp and tofu soup when I was little."
"Don't even mention my mother's story. Even I, Li Qingfeng, have been extraordinary since childhood. When I was little, I met the shipping magnate of Hong Kong. He ate something I made by hand! He even shed tears and cried his eyes out!"
"Why? Li Qingfeng, are you kidding me? How could there be a shipping magnate in Hong Kong? Wasn't it closed off before?"
“Our Li family has a family recipe passed down through generations! My father passed down a book called ‘Li-style Recipes’ to me.”
"ah?!"
Comrade Li Xiaopang brought back several copies of "The Story of Factory Director Qin" from school. He discovered that the ones his father had were ones he hadn't read before, and he wanted to exchange them.
Li Jianzhi pulled out a book, opened it, and read: "Factory Director Qin has wandered into Mawangdui? Your school's students are reading this too?"
“Look, every student in every class is looking at it, even the top student is looking at it.”
Li Jianzhi: "...Isn't the top student in your class Li Xiaopang?"
"They also said that my mother had communicated with a thousand-year-old female corpse, and asked me if my mother had asked a master to bless my head."
Li Jianzhi almost choked on his saliva: "Cough cough—"
"Did your mom turn into a man in this book??"
Li Xiaopang secretly said, "And they say the thousand-year-old female corpse is very beautiful. Factory Director Qin is dating the female ghost, and they might even have a child together."
"These fanfiction authors are too wild!"
Qin Xiangxiang felt utterly hopeless, so she went to her big bed, lay down like a salted fish, and closed her eyes peacefully.
As long as she doesn't think about it, it never happened.
"Li Jianzhi, do you think we can find a way to ban these books?"
"Don't worry, it will probably disappear gradually with the tide of time."
"Really?"
"...Probably."
"This Factory Director Qin's story is really interesting, there's so much of it?"
"This is all thanks to the wisdom of the masses! The original 'Journey to the West' and 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms' were gradually developed from these kinds of scattered stories, right? ...That's interesting."
Looking at the handwritten novels of "Factory Director Qin," Director Xie sighed, "I wanted to make a movie about Factory Director Qin back then. Now it seems that Factory Director Qin's life was as vast as the sea, and her story is too long to end prematurely."
"After going to Shanghai, she still had so many wonderful things to do. She was an extraordinary person and a remarkable factory director."
Director Xie pondered for a moment, "Let's take another look at the wisdom of the masses. In the future, we can turn the story of 'Director Qin' into a TV series."
Director Xie was given the task of making a TV series that reflected people's lives. He felt that a movie could not contain the life of Director Qin, but a TV series could depict the turbulent ten-year experience of Director Qin.
Department of Chinese Language and Literature, Peking University.
Young students are discussing the recently popular "The Appointment of Factory Director Ma" and various handwritten copies of the "Factory Director Qin" story.
"I admire Director Ma's iron-fisted reforms! A true man! He's willing to go all out. Our country needs more men like him who dare to fight for reform. He's a role model for all of us!"
"Director Qin's story is even more interesting, and she's a real person. She succeeded in her reforms, which is truly remarkable. And this Director Qin is a woman; her reforms were like water, as Lao Tzu said, 'The highest good is like water…'"
"Director Ma's writing is still better; Director Qin's story is inconsistent."
"I don't think they're good. Whether it's Director Ma or Director Qin, none of them have any literary merit!"
...
Xue Jianjun sat at the table. He did not participate in the conversations around him, nor did he argue with anyone. Instead, he silently wrote and drew in his notebook.
Back then, he wrote "On Pig Farming and Philosophical Speculation," and at the same time, he was also completing his work "Echoes of Spruce."
That day, Qin Xiangxiang received a letter signed "Ma Guangliang," the name of the protagonist, Factory Director Ma, in the novel "The Appointment of Factory Director Ma." The letter was written by the director of a heavy machinery factory in Northeast China, who was one of the real-life prototypes for Factory Director Ma.
He wrote in the letter:
"Comrade Qin Xiangxiang, after reading the report about you, I've been thinking a lot about how to be a qualified factory director. What else can we offer our workers? Where should production efficiency be prioritized?... Your factory has given me some answers:"
A life with dignity and fulfillment.
...
Whether it's carving roads through mountains or nurturing growth silently, whether it's passionate enthusiasm or gentle, yielding grace, our shared goal is the same. We look forward to the day we can travel south to exchange ideas with you and see the joyful smiles on the workers' faces.
Qin Xiangxiang: "..."
After closing the letter, Qin Xiangxiang felt completely numb.
Her goal: to live a carefree, laid-back life.
She didn't know what kind of report Director Ma was reading, or whether he had read about the love affair between Director Qin and the thousand-year-old female corpse.
I really envy Factory Manager Ma. At least she only has one novel, unlike her "Factory Manager Qin," whose stories are so numerous they're overflowing. If she keeps expanding, she'll become a legendary immortal.
Qin Xiangxiang wiped the unfounded sweat from her forehead and decided to put the matter aside. A lazy person's life should be about choosing happiness.
The Northwest Wool Mill delivered a batch of wool and a batch of camel hair, including ordinary wool and high-quality pure cashmere raw materials. This Mr. Zhao gave her a wide variety of items, in large quantities to satisfy her appetite.
"Factory manager, we've 'coordinated' with a sister factory to get a few old Soviet-style machines. Master Shi and someone adjusted the machines, and they're still usable."
Feiyan No. 2 Factory used an improved Soviet-style combing machine to blend camel hair and wool, unexpectedly creating a fluffy and exotic new fabric, also known as camel wool fabric.
"The material produced in this way is not expensive, but it can rival high-end fabrics."
Qin Xiangxiang: "...Our factory will not switch to a wool spinning factory."
"Consider these as internal benefits for our factory. This camel hair is fluffy and beautiful, very good."
When the people at the Northwest Wool Mill saw the camel wool blend produced by Feiyan No. 2 Factory, they were immediately amazed:
"Is this made from wool from our factory?"
"You've produced something this good?"
"Are we here to learn technical skills? The factory manager didn't say that beforehand!"
...
Qin Xiangxiang was speechless. She thought to herself, "Your Northwest Wool Textile Factory is really doing a lot of harm."
Ask Director Zhao to send over some good wool, and also stuff some camel hair and ordinary wool, a little bit of all sorts of random things, just like when you visit relatives and they deliberately slip something into your hands.
How lax is your factory's management?
However, the high-quality pure cashmere raw materials delivered were truly exceptional.
"Factory manager, this cashmere is excellent! With the addition of Suzhou embroidery and silk tapestry techniques, we can produce a batch of top-quality cashmere scarves and shawls."
Qin Xiangxiang tried hard to suppress the upturned corners of her mouth; these words struck a chord with her. "Yes, we need to make a batch of cashmere scarves and shawls. I'm going to call my master, Lu Suxin, over! We'll call this 'Jiangnan Beyond the Great Wall'!"
"These are high-end products, the treasures of our factory. They are displayed under 'Flying Swallow Splendor' to showcase our factory's technological strength."
Qin Xiangxiang's wardrobe is only missing a few cashmere scarves and shawls.
...
Qin Xiangxiang felt secretly pleased, thinking, "Master Lu, I'm finally going to squeeze you dry. Now that we have good raw materials, get to work quickly and efficiently." He cracked his whip, "Even the donkeys in the production team can't rest like this."
Feiyan No. 2 Factory was overjoyed to have acquired such good raw materials, while Sun Xianjin, the factory director of the Tenth Textile Factory, was delighted to have learned of the news first.
An overseas Hong Kong businessman is about to arrive in Shanghai with an important processing order, seeking a partner factory.
Sun Xianjin was determined to succeed in this collaboration.
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