Chapter 173 East Wind Silk: I had no idea what was being said or done the entire time. ...
"Director Qin, your Feiyan Textile Factory truly has a wealth of talented people! This Yinlin Silk is amazing! We've never seen such a fabric before! Everyone has learned something new!"
"Is there a reincarnation of Lu Ban in your factory? He can come up with something new in the blink of an eye."
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The Yinlin silk fabric caused a sensation at the Canton Fair, and it also ushered in the era of imitation silk and silk blends. Before that, there were textile factories producing three types of fabrics: high-end, mid-range, and low-end.
However, there has never been a "budget-friendly luxury fabric" before, and the emergence of imitation silk has filled this gap.
Affordable prices, luxurious silk feel.
Qin Xiangxiang and others used military formulas to take shortcuts and unexpectedly became pioneers, making their debut at the Canton Fair with "affordable luxury fabrics" that had epoch-making significance.
They are already at the forefront of the application of imitation silk fabrics, but she herself is unaware of it.
After all, she had personally worn real silk. Imitation silk is still not as good as real silk, but it has the advantages of being inexpensive, durable, and crisp, making it affordable and accessible to the general public.
Most people in the world don't need silk; what the masses need more is a "budget-friendly luxury" fabric like imitation silk, so that ordinary people can afford to wear and use it.
Manager Meng arrived at the Feiyan Textile Factory's booth and praised everyone at the factory. He felt elated, as his career had been going smoothly ever since he met Qin Xiangxiang.
Feiyan Textile Factory quietly received another order worth over a million yuan.
After Manager Meng left, Qin Xiangxiang felt a little melancholy as the New Year approached. This order wasn't as high-priced as the poplin shirt, which made her feel somewhat disappointed.
More importantly, the factory's foreign exchange order retention rate is only three percent at this time, which really makes people lose their motivation.
It's profitable, but not very profitable. The only saving grace is that this batch of textile orders is durable.
Qin Xiangxiang held her face, feeling a trace of the weariness and sorrow of being busy.
She sat alone in the corner, feeling melancholy, unaware that an elderly man in a Zhongshan suit had come to the Feiyan Textile Factory's booth and was asking about what had just happened.
The old man was very interested in the Feiyan Textile Factory.
"That's right! Our factory director, Qin Xiangxiang, is a capable leader; she has the ability to turn the impossible into reality!" Gao Rong, at the booth, actively answered the old man's questions, demonstrating her thorough knowledge of the history of Feiyan Textile Factory.
Gao Rong, who usually loves to chat at home, was even more animated at this moment, saying, "Speaking of which, our factory has had a tough time. Going back, there are so many stories. Take the first time our factory came to the Canton Fair, for example. We had a 'Kind-hearted Salted Fish' T-shirt. The origin of that T-shirt is even more remarkable. It all started when our factory manager took in a mute child..."
"Yes, that's right. Don't underestimate this little salted fish. It's made by a master craftsman. Everyone in our factory knows about it."
After talking about the Xianyu T-shirt, Gao Rong started to complain about how difficult it was for the factory to complete its first order. "At that time, the dyes supplied to our factory were all substandard dyes. Everyone in the factory thought, 'It's all over, it's all over. How are we going to get the order?'... Only our factory manager was very calm. She said, 'Don't panic.'"
"This time, our factory manager has once again turned the rotten into the magical, leading us to make the substandard dye work in a creative way."
"Next year, our cotton quota will all be for medium-length cotton! It's a rip-off! This stuff is expensive!"
"But our factory director came up with another solution. We produced high-count yarn, and also developed poplin and Donghai wave yarn. Our factory director even went to Mawangdui in person, and she also helped with the restoration of national treasures..."
"Now our factory director is even more remarkable. He and the silk weaving factory have developed the Hidden Scale Silk. The formula improvement was proposed by our factory director in the first place."
“Our factory manager is single-mindedly focused on making silk that is more suitable for ordinary people to wear! Look how worried she is now, she is racking her brains for a solution…” Gao Rong spoke so enthusiastically that her mouth was bubbling with saliva. At this moment, she suddenly picked up the thermos and gulped down a big mouthful.
The old man standing in front of her was very patient, listening to her ramble on for a long time.
“This shouldn’t be called Yinlin Silk.” The old man in the Zhongshan suit pointed to the fabric and continued, “In the future, ordinary people will also be able to afford silk. This should be called Dongfeng Silk, which is the crystallization of the workers’ wisdom.”
Gao Rong: "???"
At this moment, Gao Rong suddenly came to her senses. Her heart skipped a beat, and her whole body stiffened. She saw that the person next to the old man was holding a notebook and writing down what the old man had said.
Someone took a picture of Qin Xiangxiang in the corner.
Gao Rong was too scared to speak. Her mind was blank, and she couldn't come to her senses even long after the old man had left.
Who were those people just now?
Gao Rong swallowed hard and walked over to Qin Xiangxiang. "Factory Director, I feel a little scared. I can't remember what I just said."
Qin Xiangxiang snapped out of her daze: "Huh?! What did you just say?"
"Factory manager, did someone just take a picture of you?"
Qin Xiangxiang was startled: "Why are you taking my picture? Why are you taking my picture?"
Both of them were surprised and uncertain. Gao Rong didn't know the identity of the old man from before. It wasn't until a while later that "Salted Fish Brother" from the Canton Fair Organizing Committee arrived. Salted Fish Brother was the one who sold dozens of tons of salted fish.
"Director Qin, your 'Dongfeng Silk' is truly remarkable."
Qin Xiangxiang was stunned: "What Dongfeng Silk? Ours is Yinlin Silk."
Gao Rong muttered softly, "An old man just said that we shouldn't call this 'Hidden Unicorn Silk,' but rather 'East Wind Silk.'"
Qin Xiangxiang: "?!"
Brother Salty Fish smiled broadly, his face as radiant as a chrysanthemum: "That's right. Just now, the Vice Premier secretly visited the Canton Fair and listened to a long conversation from your factory's workers."
"Director Qin, your photo has also been taken... We all agree that this photo should be recorded in the history of the Canton Fair."
Qin Xiangxiang and Gao Rong were both stunned: "???!!!!"
Gao Rong was completely dumbfounded. Her mind went blank and she almost rolled her eyes. What had she just blurted out?
Qin Xiangxiang was even more confused. Photos? What photos? Why would her photos of daydreaming be recorded in the history of the Canton Fair?
Qin Xiangxiang thought to herself: Holy crap!
Gao Rong's inner thoughts: Holy crap!
Qin Xiangxiang was still in a daze, while Gao Rong was completely terrified. She had never seen any important figures in her life before. No, at most, she had only seen a foreign prince and princess last time... Having missed the Canton Fair twice in a row, this time she had run into a big one.
Back at the guesthouse, Gao Rong felt like she was in a dream. She tripped over her own leg while walking and couldn't sleep all night. She was both excited and scared. She kept trembling: "This can't be real, can it? I was bragging to that important person. Why isn't that idiot Gou Qiang here?"
Qin Xiangxiang, on the other hand, was feeling a headache coming on. What kind of photo had they taken of her? Could a candid shot possibly be good? Why did they have to include her photo in the history of the Canton Fair?
If a photo is too ugly, it can be a lifelong black mark on your past.
The following day, the Southern Daily broadcast its headline: "Vice Premier Praises Dongfeng Silk: A Crystallization of Workers' Wisdom in the New Era!"
Many people received this new newspaper.
Zheng Jianguo was furious: "????!! The Vice Premier visited the Canton Fair yesterday? I was driven away by Qin Xiangxiang yesterday..."
Zheng Jianguo slapped his thigh in regret.
Gao Rong: "Is he really the Vice Premier? My God! ...What did I say yesterday? Why can't I remember anything at all?"
She will keep this newspaper for the rest of her life, and her descendants will keep it as a memento.
Qin Xiangxiang sighed, "?! I have no idea what I sent or said the whole time."
Who in this world can understand her? She has no idea what happened or what went wrong.
"Who would believe that if I told them?"
Chen Shulan received today's morning paper and pursed her lips, "I wish this were really my daughter, she's so lucky."
"Oh my, no wonder you were so confident."
Zhou Aodong, from the 316 Textile Factory in Shanghai, was also stunned when she saw today's newspaper. She almost pinched her philtrum, doubting that her daughter was actually her daughter.
I had heard from outsiders before that her daughter was running the Feiyan Textile Factory very well, but that was all hearsay. Now, seeing is believing.
—My lazy and greedy daughter has become a capable factory manager?
"Comrade Zhou, your daughter is truly remarkable!"
"This really shows that like mother, like daughter!"
...
Zhou Aodong went to find her daughter, Qin Xiangxiang, who threw herself into her arms, "Mom, I really don't know what happened?"
Zhou Aodong scolded, "You're still pretending in front of your own mother."
Qin Xiangxiang: "Awooo!!!!!"
No one in this world can understand her, not even her own mother.
Zhou Aodong: "Stop showing off. Mom knows about your ambitions. You're really amazing. You've surpassed your teacher."
Qin Xiangxiang: "..." She wanted to cry.
The mother and daughter were talking at cross purposes, while something happened at the booth of Shanghai 316 Textile Factory.
A Middle Eastern oil tycoon and his wife noticed the unique sandals and slippers displayed next to the booth and expressed their desire to order them.
The people at the 316 Textile Factory were dumbfounded: "Wait a minute, this is a textile factory? These sandals aren't from our factory?"
Translation: "These two foreign guests really like these shoes. May I ask where they can purchase them? They would like to place a large order."
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