Section Chief Fu introduced, "Everyone, please be quiet for a moment, please be quiet for a moment."
Section Chief Fu shouted for a long time, but no one quieted down, so he had to shout at the top of his voice, "Hello everyone, let me introduce you, this is our newly hired designer..."
Someone in the audience shouted, "Is that the temporary worker?"
Suddenly, there was laughter in the workshop.
"Where did this temporary worker come from? He wants to guide us in our work!"
"We've been making clothes our whole lives, but we don't know any better than she does!"
"That's right! We made a good piece of clothing, what's the point of changing it all the time?"
"It's still selling well in the provincial capital! What a joke! You're just bragging, right? Old Fu, do you believe it?"
"Yes, Lao Fu, you have worked in a garment factory for your whole life, and you were cheated by a female swindler from outside. Are you embarrassed?"
"Don't be attracted by her youth and beauty, are you? Hahaha! Lao Fu, you can't make mistakes in your work style!"
Section Chief Fu's face was indeed red, but not because he was deceived by Lin Qingping as this person said, but because he, as a section chief, was blushing because he was powerless in front of this group of troublemakers.
Lin Qingping observed that among so many workers, only a few people kept talking loudly, stirring up emotions and causing other workers to laugh and join in the fun.
Lin Qingping walked straight towards those people.
Walk up to a young man.
He was the one who shouted the loudest.
No one expected that she would walk into the crowd alone. Everyone fell silent for a moment and looked at her and the young man.
In the workshop, the only sound left was the occasional sound of cracking melon seeds, which seemed particularly harsh.
Lin Qingping just stood in front of the young man and looked at him with a smile.
Then, even the sound of cracking melon seeds slowed down, and finally, there was no sound at all.
The young man gradually became uncomfortable with Lin Qingping staring at him like this, and straightened his neck, "What are you looking at?"
Lin Qingping smiled and said, "I see you are quite talkative. I would like to ask for your advice. What is wrong with the style of my clothes? Are you willing to modify it accordingly?"
"I..." The young man stammered and looked around, not knowing what he was looking at.
"You can't tell, right?" Lin Qingping still smiled.
"Who said I can't say it!" The young man's voice became louder, but his eyes were wandering. He looked around, obviously seeking help.
"Let me say it!" another voice sounded in the crowd.
She was a woman in her 30s, and one of the people who had just caused the most trouble.
She rushed to the clothes rack in front, pointed at the samples and criticized loudly, "This one!"
She was referring to a coat.
"Why is the waistline so small? It would be too tight on a slightly fat person's waist! It's immoral!"
"And this one!" She pointed at another shirt, "Why do you have so many edges on the cuffs? Is it convenient for washing and cooking?"
"And this pair of pants!" She pointed at another pair of pants, "Why do you want to make it smaller too? The shape of my legs is showing! Who would dare to wear it outside? Would they be considered a hooligan if they got the news?"
In fact, the styles of these clothes have only been slightly modified. The straight coat has a slightly narrowed waistline, and the lace on the cuffs is only a little bit, not exaggerated ruffles, and does not hinder work at all. As for the trousers, they are completely different from the tights that became popular later. They are just ordinary trousers that make the legs look longer, but definitely not to the extent of being stigmatized. Otherwise, those people in the provincial capital are neither blind nor stupid. Would they buy them so crazily?
In later words, this woman was being black just for the sake of being black.
After listening to this, Lin Qingping turned around and smiled, facing everyone, "So, do you all think so?"
"Yes!" Several voices echoed at first.
Then, a deafening shout rang out in the workshop, "Yes! We resist! We won't change!"
Lin Qingping smiled and said, "Okay, I understand! You are all masters who make clothes, and some of you have even been masters for decades. You must understand better than me that if we don't put our love into a piece of clothing, it won't have a good effect! In this case, those who don't want to make changes don't have to make them. I won't force you."
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. What kind of trick was this? Wasn't this forcing them to change? Why was it just like that?
Some people were whispering to each other, "The little girl is young, she doesn't dare to go against us. Section Chief Fu can't do anything to us, so what can she do to us, she is a temporary worker and a yellow-haired girl?"
"Right! We are all old, there is no way we would listen to a yellow-haired girl!"
"That's right! Show her how powerful I am!"
Amid the discussion, Lin Qingping did not say anything else to them. She just called Gu Youlian, "Sister, come, let's rework these."
"Okay!" Gu Youlian was already furious. If this was in the village, she would have jumped up and cursed at them. But this was not a village, this was a factory. She didn't dare to act recklessly for fear of ruining Lin Qingping's plans. Anyway, she had to listen to Pingzi in everything.
So, when Lin Qingping called out, she responded immediately and pulled Du Gen along.
Dugan worked on the revisions for a while. He was not good at cutting and sewing, but he was good at measuring and marking.
Three people started rework in the huge workshop.
The other workers continued to sit there chatting and eating melon seeds, while some set out chess and playing cards. It was very lively, comparable to a vegetable market.
Section Chief Fu couldn't stand it anymore, so he took away the playing cards and chess pieces from those people and sent them back to work.
Those people didn't care. They dug out a few more boxes of poker and said provocatively, "If you have the guts, fire us! Criticize us in a notice! We don't want to be selected as advanced!"
Section Chief Fu was so angry that he couldn't do anything about this bunch of idiots. He could only walk around to Lin Qingping and apologize with a bitter face, "Comrade Xiao Lin, look at this... I really..."
Lin Qingping smiled and said, "It's okay, go and do your thing first."
"Then how can you stay here?" Section Chief Fu felt really aggrieved for Lin Qingping.
Lin Qingping was very calm, and looked confident. "It's okay, leave it to me."
Section Chief Fu sighed and didn't leave, but there was nothing he could do, so he sat aside and accompanied Lin Qingping and the others.
There were mountains of clothes and a lot of noise. Gu Youlian felt so wronged that she wanted to cry while cutting. She was very happy to be a temporary worker in the factory. She even boasted to her husband's family that she would be a worker from now on. Who knew she would be humiliated like this?
Dugan looked at his wife's bad face and comforted her, "Look, the bottle is fine, don't worry."
Gu Youlian held her breath and asked, "Are temporary workers much worse than them?"
Dugan remained silent. Temporary workers were indeed looked down upon by those present. In the past two days, he had been treated with countless cold stares because of the word "temporary worker" and because he was the one who controlled the quality of the clothes.
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