“You come out to work for money, and I don’t ask for much. I just want you to do your jobs well, and I won’t treat you unfairly.”
Xia Lan was generous with her pay for the nine people who did a good job.
"Are you serious? You're really going to give us thirty-five?"
"If you're lying to us..."
"Thirty-five yuan, that's more than what a textile factory makes..."
“We’re all veterans, we can definitely guarantee a good job, but this money of yours…”
"..."
The nine people looked at Xia Lan with suspicion in their eyes.
"Whether it's fake or not, you'll find out in a month! Come up here and sign a new contract with me. This day next month will be the day you get your wages."
After Xia Lan finished speaking, the nine people looked at each other and immediately followed Xia Lan to the office to re-sign the contract.
For those thirty-five yuan, they had to give it their all, no matter what.
Xia Lan held the new contract, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.
"These are clothes I designed. Who among you can make a sample?"
Xia Lan took out the children's clothing she had designed before and looked at the nine people.
"I!"
A man came out, took the design draft from Xia Lan's hand, glanced at it, and left.
Xia Lan smiled slightly.
A short while later, the man walked up to Xia Lan with a dress in his hand.
"So fast?"
Xia Lan was surprised.
"The doll only needs a small amount of fabric. According to the size you wrote down, one piece of fabric is enough."
The man said calmly.
Xia Lan gave him a design sketch of a short skirt. The front of the shorts was a whole piece of fabric, so it looked like a skirt from the front, but it was shorts from the back.
Looking at the little dress in her hand, Xia Lan handed it to Chen Hua.
Chen Hua carefully examined the sample and glanced at the man with surprise.
How many years have you been doing this?
Chen Hua looked at the neat and perfect handiwork; it didn't even need a second inspection. He had done an excellent job.
"ten years."
The man gave a soft hum, quite confident in his skills.
"My ancestors were seamstresses."
"Okay, then you can follow this!"
After Xia Lan checked it, she nodded in satisfaction and told the others to continue working on this version.
"OK……"
The remaining people looked at each other in bewilderment; now they had work to do.
"These are two sets that I designed."
Xia Lan also handed the man the clothes that matched the little skirt.
"May I have your name?"
"Zhao Dong, they all call me Lao Zhao."
Zhao Dong glanced at Xia Lan and replied.
"Old Zhao, it's a pleasure doing business with you."
Xia Lan chuckled and extended her hand to Zhao Dong.
Zhao Dong glanced at Xia Lan's hand and gently squeezed it.
"Then I'll go do my work."
Zhao Dong nodded calmly and left with Xia Lan's design drafts.
"Your little factory is surprisingly full of hidden talents!"
After Zhao Dong left, Chen Hua couldn't help but nod.
"Is he very capable?"
Xia Lan knew that the samples he produced were quite good, but she still couldn't match Chen Hua's level in terms of sheer skill.
“The foremen in my dad’s factory have all been there for ten years, but I dare say they wouldn’t dare to just take a look and start working.”
Chen Hua shrugged. There's no harm without comparison.
A true master craftsman's eyes are like rulers.
"I'm a little envious of your incredible luck."
Chen Hua couldn't help but say.
You know, it's hard to find a master craftsman. The ones in Xia Lan's factory are all veterans with more than ten years of experience.
“I would rather have an experienced person like this than a young new apprentice.”
Chen Hua spoke frankly, saying that everyone knows there are sewing machines for making clothes now, but it's not like just anyone can make clothes.
"Go down and check on the others."
Xia Lan invited Chen Huadao.
"Walk."
Chen Hua also wanted to know if all these people were like Zhao Dong.
Xia Lan led Chen Hua downstairs to the workshop.
Seeing the sewing machines in the hands of several older women moving at high speed, Xia Lan and Chen Hua exchanged a glance.
Walking up to one of them, I saw that the old lady was wearing reading glasses. She didn't even need to look at the stitches; she just went straight through.
Xia Lan picked up the short skirt, turned it over, and saw that the stitching was perfect, with no loose or crooked seams, just a straight line.
Chen Hua and Xia Lan exchanged a glance, and Chen Hua nodded slightly.
The aunt glanced at Xia Lan and asked nervously.
"Did I do something wrong?"
Xia Lan smiled at her.
No, you did a very good job.
She really admired her aunt who was wearing reading glasses and pedaling the sewing machine so fast.
"I'll work hard! Don't let me go!"
The aunt assured Xia Lan.
"Auntie, how old are you?"
Xia Lan asked curiously.
I'm fifty-two.
The aunt answered cautiously.
"My name is Ma Xiaocao, you can just call me Aunt Ma."
Aunt Ma glanced at Xia Lan cautiously, afraid that Xia Lan would look down on her for being too old.
"Aunt Ma, you're so old, why are you still working?"
Chen Hua asked.
People in their fifties, aren't they usually enjoying their retirement at home?
“I…I have to raise my grandson.”
Aunt Ma remembered something, and her eyes reddened.
“My husband died of illness when he was young. I struggled to raise my son, found him a wife, and had a grandson. It should have been a happy life, but God wouldn’t allow it…”
"My son and daughter-in-law forgot to open the window when they burned coal two years ago. They died, leaving only their grandson."
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