Jiang Shiyue was startled.
She thought that Director Chen would lead the warehouse manager and workshop director to meet with her, but unexpectedly all the workers in the factory came.
She walked over to Director Chen and said, "Director, isn't this a bit too much of a fuss? We can just quietly alter and sell the clothes."
She's not some big shot.
"Everyone came here voluntarily," Factory Director Chen said. "Everyone's almost desperate about the situation at our factory. Finally, someone offered to help us sell clothes. Everyone's curious and wants to thank you in person."
He stood at the front and introduced everyone: "Comrades, this is Comrade Jiang Shiyue whom I have been talking about. Many people in our factory should know that a while ago I sold some clothes in the factory to earn some money for everyone's living expenses.
Of course, everyone in the know knows that I didn’t sell a single one.
Comrade Jiang Shiyue next to me is different. He altered his second-hand clothes and bought a bicycle in two transactions. Do you know who he sold it to? Mr. Qiao Si!
The workers were in an uproar.
Mr. Qiao Siye's name is very famous in Yincheng, but it is not a good name.
Everyone's impression of Mr. Qiao Si is that he is cruel, good at fighting, and the leader of the bad guys.
Jiang Shiyue said hurriedly: "This is purely a coincidence. I am not as powerful as Director Chen said, but I will definitely do my best. Given that the current situation in the factory is not optimistic, I will not speak big words, empty words or nonsense. I will work hard and hope that everyone can cooperate with me.
In addition to the warehouse manager, I also need a designer and some sewing workers to work with me.”
"I'll do it."
The first person to stand up was a middle-aged woman in her fifties. She was very beautiful, but her eyes and eyebrows were fierce and she looked like someone who was not to be messed with.
Factory Director Chen introduced Jiang Shiyue, "This is our factory's most experienced designer, Ms. Qiao Zhenqiao. All the work clothes in our factory are designed by Ms. Qiao."
Jiang Shiyue nodded and extended her hand to greet him, "Hello, Teacher Qiao."
Qiao Zhen shook hands back, her eyes full of scrutiny and questioning.
After saying hello, Jiang Shiyue looked behind Qiao Zhen and asked, "Excuse me, are there any young designers willing to help me?"
Qiao Zhen's face suddenly fell, and her eyebrows raised, "Comrade Jiang, what do you mean?"
Jiang Shiyue lied with her eyes wide open, "Teacher Qiao, please don't misunderstand! Our work clothes are already ready-made, so why would we need a professional designer like you? I mean to find a young designer who has just learned how to design, so that I can practice my skills while I'm still young."
As she spoke, she glanced at the crowd and noticed the two female comrades who were standing behind Qiao Zhen.
One is in his thirties and the other is in his twenties.
They looked at each other, then looked at Qiao Zhen together and lowered their heads.
Jiang Shiyue did not miss the eagerness in their eyes and the fear of Qiao Zhen.
Qiao Zhen noticed Jiang Shiyue's gaze and said, "Those are my two apprentices. It's okay to let them practice at other times. But right now, the survival of the factory is at stake. This is not the time to practice. I feel more at ease if I personally supervise it."
Director Li also agreed, "Teacher Qiao is right."
Jiang Shiyue couldn't insist any longer and directly took out the renderings.
In the 21st century, most children spend their childhoods in various interest and specialty classes. Jiang Shiyue is no exception. Among the four arts of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, chess is the only thing she cannot do.
She used colored crayons to draw several pictures of the modified work clothes on the back of the letter paper.
One of the summer workwear styles didn't see a major change, the most noticeable being the collar being changed to a smaller blazer collar. The overall design was also slimmed down, with the women's workwear getting a bit tighter at the waist.
Several other changes are quite large.
But Qiao Zhen only looked at the first one and shook her head repeatedly, "No! Work clothes are for work, how can they be changed into this?"
The picture drawn by Jiang Shiyue is clear and concise, which is the front, side and back rendering of a model wearing modified work clothes.
When many workers heard what Qiao Zhen said, they all leaned forward to see the painting on the paper clearly.
Jiang Shiyue simply handed the renderings to the workers and let everyone circulate them.
The workers began to point at the renderings and talk among themselves, and soon someone raised a question.
"Comrade Jiang, can you still work with your work clothes changed like this?"
"That's right. We workers are all very strong at work. We have to carry things on our shoulders and in our hands. Your work clothes are so tight that they're about to tear your armpits when you swing your arms."
"What's the big deal about tearing my armpits? I'm just worried about my crotch ripping! I'd be too embarrassed to face anyone."
The workers burst into laughter.
Jiang Shiyue didn't take it seriously. After everyone had laughed enough, she spoke calmly, "Altered clothes aren't meant for people to wear while working."
"What do you mean? If the work clothes are not given to the workers, who will wear them?" Qiao Zhen frowned.
"Work clothes are for workers to wear, but not all workers have to work," Jiang Shiyue explained. "There are also some logistics or service workers who don't directly participate in daily production.
For these people, their daily work involves sitting in an office or directly facing consumers. This slightly slim-fitting workwear will make them look more energetic and more capable when walking.”
Qiao Zhen disagreed with Jiang Shiyue's statement. "Comrade Xiao Jiang, I think you've missed the point. Our work clothes are primarily designed for the general public, especially those in the production workshops. As for the service workers or logistics workers you mentioned, they all serve the working people, so how they dress is not very important."
Jiang Shiyue tried very hard to control herself from rolling her eyes.
Yes, she knew that in this era, labor was the most glorious thing. She also knew that the harder and more tiring the workers were, the more respected they were.
The problem is, this garment factory is about to go bankrupt! Close!
A typical beggar complains that the food is rotten.
Jiang Shiyue's eyes swept across the workers' faces. Unsurprisingly, everyone agreed with Qiao Zhen's point. She smiled and asked, "Have you sold the work clothes you produced?"
Qiao Zhen's face suddenly fell.
The workers looked at each other and kept their mouths shut.
"I can't alter clothes like this! You should ask someone else for help!" Qiao Zhen turned away.
"Teacher Qiao! Teacher Qiao!" Director Chen chased after her for a few steps, then looked back at Jiang Shiyue. He had no choice but to stop and come back to comfort Jiang Shiyue, "Comrade Jiang, Teacher Qiao is quite stubborn. I'll talk to her later."
Jiang Shiyue shook her head. "No, the work clothes she designed can't be sold, and the modified work clothes will not be sold either."
Director Chen: “…”
Qiao Zhen, who hadn't left far, said: "..."
He stopped walking and turned around to glare at Jiang Shiyue.
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