The next day, a long queue formed in front of the factory!
Some of them brought their own homemade khaki shirts, some brought their exquisitely sewn trousers, and some brought their embroidered pillowcases, all of which were "stepping stones" to prove their craftsmanship.
Lu Qingyang and Zhou Fang personally took charge of the assessment.
They don't look at connections, they only look at craftsmanship.
The speed of flying fingers, the evenness and smoothness of stitches, the accuracy of cutting, the fit of ironing... every item is strictly controlled.
"You didn't handle the thread cleanly enough, and the stitches are a little crooked."
"Your cutting technique is very accurate and neat, not bad!"
"This button is very delicately made, with fine craftsmanship!"
Thanks to the fact that people in this era are generally hardworking and simple and value craftsmanship, most of the female workers who come to apply for the job have solid basic skills, and only a very small number of them are clever and want to get away with it.
In just a few days, Feihong Factory recruited more than 30 new workers with excellent skills. After simple training, they were quickly added to various production links.
In just one month, Feihong Garment Factory completed a gorgeous transformation from being on the verge of bankruptcy to being thriving.
The machines in the workshop roar day and night, the workers are in high spirits, orders come in continuously, and the efficiency rises steadily.
Director Xu was so happy looking at the ever-increasing figures on the financial statements every day that he couldn't stop smiling. He admired Lu Qingyang to the point of being overwhelmed.
However, on an assembly line in the far corner of the workshop, the situation was somewhat different.
What is produced here is not work clothes or ordinary shirts, but those clothes that Director Xu thinks are "weird".
This is the "experimental field" that Lu Qingyang insisted on preserving.
Although none of them have been sold yet and are piled up in the warehouse, Lu Qingyang still takes time to check them every week, and even modifies the patterns and adjusts the details himself.
Director Xu looked at those "strange costumes" and although he still felt that they were unreliable, he no longer had any doubts.
He walked to Lu Qingyang's side, watching him modify the curvature of the cuffs of a bat sleeve, and couldn't help but sigh: "Little Director Lu, your brain... I really can't keep up, but you must have your reasons for doing this, Old Xu, I believe you! Wherever you point, our factory will build it!"
Lu Qingyang put down the sample clothes in his hand and smiled at Director Xu: "Thank you Uncle Xu for your trust. These things may look strange now, but they represent the latest trend. The market is changing, and young people will always pursue something different.
We now have a foundation, but we should leave some space to prepare for the future. Who knows, one day, we may become a hot commodity?"
Director Xu nodded, not quite understanding. He was so far-sighted that everyone was willing to believe him.
The busy days passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, Lu Qingyang and Zhou Fang had been in Suicheng for more than two months.
Feihong Factory has been put on the right track and is thriving.
Lu Qingyang also missed Shen Mo's family more and more, and wondered how she was doing recently.
The two children at home are more than three months old. He said he would go back to host a birthday party. These days, he packed up and prepared to go back.
However, this time there was no flight available, so he had to take the train back.
Zhou Fang will stay here for the time being and watch the situation in the factory.
In the early morning of Suicheng, the air was still moist from last night's light rain.
"Qingyang, don't worry and go back. Director Xu is watching over the factory. He monitors the progress of the orders every day to ensure that they are completed on time and with quality. There won't be any loose ends."
He paused, and lowered his voice, "Go back...say hello to sister-in-law on my behalf, and to Shitou and Xiaoyuer...this is a birthday gift from me to them."
He pulled out a pair of small golden locks.
"When did you buy this?"
"I've prepared it a long time ago. I've been thinking about how to give it to you."
Lu Qingyang felt a warm feeling in his heart as he watched this brother who had been working with him all the way and was becoming more and more stable and reliable.
He shook Zhou Fang's hand vigorously: "Thank you for your hard work. I'll leave everything here to you. When you come back, we'll do another big fight!"
He added with a smile, "You are indispensable for the wedding candy."
He nodded to Director Xu and several key workers who had rushed over after hearing the news: "Uncle Xu, everyone, I'll be back in a few days. The factory, I'm leaving it to you all!"
"Comrade Xiao Lu, rest assured. Have a safe journey."
"Go early and come back early, Comrade Xiao Lu!"
There was no flight on the way, so Lu Qingyang had no choice but to take the green train.
When he arrived at a deserted place, he put all his luggage into the space.
It takes three days and three nights to get from Guangzhou to Beijing, and you need to change trains twice.
Although tired, fortunately Qin Xiangyang bought a sleeper ticket in advance.
He went back two days early and hadn't told his family yet, just because he wanted to give them a surprise.
At this moment, in the Beijing Military District compound, Shen Mo was reading quietly in the study.
Aunt Liu and her family are taking care of the two children, so she doesn't have to worry at all.
It's just that I haven't seen Lu Qingyang for a long time. It would be a lie to say that I don't miss him.
She stood up and stretched, and saw Aunt Liu holding Little Stone and Teacher Chen holding Little Fish, basking in the sun in the yard.
Before Lu Qingyang went home, he had already taken the things out.
He walked into the Beijing Military District compound with familiarity.
The early summer sun shines warmly into the yard, and the air is filled with the fresh scent of grass and trees.
He walked lightly, and his eyes immediately locked onto the half-open window of the study and the slender figure behind the window that haunted him.
Shen Mo was sitting at the desk, with her head slightly lowered, looking intently at the pages of the book in her hands.
The sunlight outlines her soft profile, and her long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes, peaceful and beautiful.
Lu Qingyang's heart was instantly filled with a huge warm current, and the hard work from days of running around seemed to be instantly soothed by this gentle scene.
He stood by the window, looked greedily for several seconds, then quietly walked around to the front door.
In the yard, Aunt Liu was holding a small stone and rocking it gently, humming a tuneless little song.
Teacher Chen sat on a small stool holding Xiao Yuer, pointing at the flowers and plants in the yard and whispering something.
The two little guys are fair and tender, with their big black eyes open, curiously feeling the world.
Lu Qingyang took a deep breath and pushed open the gate.
A soft "creak" sound broke the tranquility of the courtyard.
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