"When you go to Beijing, I'll most likely go too, but I'll be going with the leaders from the northeastern provinces. When you see me then, don't call me Director Cao, call me Battalion Commander Cao."
Zhao Youcai then remembered that he had been spending too much time with Director Cao lately and had almost forgotten that the other party had this other identity.
However, it's not a big problem. Anyway, the other party has a position in the military region and is also the director of the procurement department. It doesn't matter which title he has.
However, "Battalion Commander Cao" is a more official title, while "Director Cao" is a more friendly title.
"I have to go back to the unit immediately. Regarding the Thousand Ears Festival, someone from the province will come to deliver the materials later. The three of you can prepare together."
The three watched Director Cao leave before returning to Zhao Youcai's office.
Just then, Zhao Chunhua excitedly knocked on the door of Zhao Youcai's office, her face flushed.
"Dad! I've developed that waterproof and breathable fabric!"
It's true that Zhao Chunhua researched and developed the product entirely based on the blueprints and formulas provided by Zhao Youcai, but she also made some improvements.
After all, two important ingredients in the prescription given by Zhao Youcai were not currently available on the market, so Zhao Chunhua needed to find a way to obtain them herself.
Factory manager Ma immediately lost his composure, leaping to his feet and rushing to the door, startling Zhao Chunhua.
"With such good news, why didn't you come to tell me, the factory manager of the textile factory, first, instead of going to your father? Isn't that going too far!"
Zhao Chunhua was surprised to find that Director Ma of the textile factory was also there.
Hearing this rather warning-like statement, his face instantly turned pale with fright.
Zhao Youcai originally thought that Zhao Chunhua should talk to the factory first, but when he saw his eldest daughter who had suffered so many grievances without complaining and who did things in a down-to-earth manner without causing trouble for her family, he also got angry.
"Why don't you talk to your father first? I was the one who provided the inspiration and the method of improvement. Can't I know the progress and help her to further refine it?"
Factory Director Ma immediately became docile. Seeing that Zhao Youcai was truly angry, he quickly waved his hand to explain.
“That’s not what I meant. I was just joking. If I were really angry, I wouldn’t have said anything about Comrade Zhao Chunhua in front of you.”
However, despite saying that, Director Ma still had some doubts in his heart.
Why is Zhao Youcai suddenly studying fabrics?
Zhao Youcai has shocked them so much during this period that he is now afraid that if the higher-ups take a dislike to him, they might remove him and make Zhao Youcai the factory director.
Factory Director Niu was truly impressed by Ma's intellect. He'd lived this long without ever getting his head cracked open; his luck was truly extraordinary. He wished Ma would change his foul mouth someday; he was always offending people.
He doesn't even consider why he insisted on bringing Zhao Chunhua to work at the textile factory in the first place. Why is he making such sour remarks now?
This farm wasn't seized by Zhao Youcai; it was forced upon him by someone else. Did he really think Zhao Youcai would be happy to take his position as director of the state-owned textile factory?
Don't be ridiculous, Zhao Youcai already owns two factories, and he'll only have more in the future.
"Are waterproof and breathable fabrics expensive? If possible, I'd like to order a batch of work clothes from a textile factory."
The male workers in the steel plant are already in a high-temperature environment all year round, sweating profusely all day long, and they are all covered in their work clothes.
It's okay in winter, but in summer you'll get heat rash all over your body.
If it were breathable, it would still be just as stuffy, but not as unbearable as it is now.
Zhao Chunhua then regained her smile, although her face was still a little pale, but she was much better than before.
"I've made a ready-made garment. Would any of you like to try it on?"
Originally, Zhao Chunhua wanted her own father to give it a try. Now that she had met the other two factory directors, she should definitely let them try it for it to be more effective.
“I’ll do it. As the only outsider, no one is more suitable than me.”
The steel plant manager, Mr. Niu, immediately got up and put his clothes on.
Zhao Youcai and Factory Director Ma pulled him outside and started wildly spraying water on him with a hose.
Zhao Youcai couldn't help but feel relieved that the water pipe wasn't connected to a high-pressure water gun or anything like that, otherwise it would have seriously injured Factory Director Niu.
The moment the water pipe was lowered, before Zhao Youcai could even get his hands on it, Factory Director Ma's wife pulled off the outer garment.
They were instantly shocked to see that there wasn't a single wet spot on Director Niu's body.
There was a floor fan in Zhao Youcai's office, and he turned it on to let Director Ma and Director Niu experience it.
The two of them covered their faces with the clothes Zhao Chunhua had brought them. Every time Zhao Youcai turned the knob, their pain intensified.
Until Zhao Youcai turned the wind up to the maximum, the wind blew wildly through the fabric into their mouths and noses, and the two of them quickly ducked to avoid it.
"I can't take it anymore, the wind is too strong, I almost can't breathe."
The textile factory director, Mr. Ma, had incredibly bright eyes; he looked at Zhao Chunhua as if she were a radiant golden Buddha.
"I'll promote you when we get back! Promote you to Production Supervisor!"
With such a proven track record, he wanted to see who would still say that he, as the factory director, was living a miserable life, even sacrificing his dignity to please an old man.
Zhao Youcai smiled as he looked at his eldest daughter, and didn't forget to remind Director Ma.
"The goods your textile factory prepared for the Thousand Ears Festival, aren't they here now?"
Zhao Youcai was certain that waterproof fabrics existed abroad, but fabrics that were both waterproof and breathable, and could be made in different colors, were something they definitely didn't have.
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