Song Qing had many old grudges with Zhou Lian, but she still remembered that Zhou Lian's child was only a few months old and that the child was not healthy when it was born.
“He is also the father of those children. Even if he did something wrong and shouldn’t stay here, he should at least send them back safely.”
The couple shared the same thought, but since it had already happened, they sighed for a while and then started talking about other things.
Now that they're mentioned again, Zhao Qin shares the same thought as Song Qing: women who have become mothers tend to soften their hearts.
Zhao Qin lowered her voice, "I heard that Battalion Commander Wang is being transferred."
"Transferred?"
Song Qing glanced at Lu Yang, who looked up and said he had never heard of it.
"I heard the report was just submitted, but it hasn't been approved yet."
Where is he being transferred to?
"Southwest Bar"
Song Qing sighed inwardly. Why is it the Southwest again? In his previous life, Lu Yang was transferred there, and in this life, Wang Minggui went there too.
"The salary is higher there, and there are more opportunities for promotion."
"No wonder."
The two quickly changed the subject. In any case, in addition to their group of technicians, the factory had also recruited another group of technicians who were proficient in fabric production, and had also arranged jobs for their family members.
We are all colleagues, and while we cooperate, we also need to work together and get to know each other better.
However, this adjustment period was filled with a lot of hardship and tears, and the two of them complained about it for quite a while when they started talking about it.
Among the technicians is Liu Jun, a male technician with nearly 20 years of work experience. He started working in the 1950s and is now in his forties.
He was the oldest among the newly recruited technicians, naturally older than the rest of the group in their residential compound.
A few days before Song Qing returned, Liu Jun had moved in with his family. In addition, Song Qing had injured her leg, so Director Zhang specially gave her a few extra days off.
When the two first met, Liu Jun was already familiar with the processes in the textile factory and had met all the original technicians there, but he had never met Song Qing before.
On her first day of work, Song Qing wore the textile factory's uniform. Although she was already very familiar with the textile factory, her first day was still very novel.
Almost all the workers who didn't live in the family compound had moved to the factory dormitory. They were walking over in groups of three or five when they saw an unfamiliar technician standing in the workshop, and they were all quite curious.
Song Qing happened to want to see the weaving machine, so she stood next to them and waited for them to start operating the machine.
The workers were trained before starting work, and they had only been working for about half a month. Although they understood the entire work process, they were not yet proficient enough to operate the equipment freely even with someone watching them.
Realizing she might be affecting them, Song Qing moved a few steps to the side, waiting for the machine to start up before turning back.
She looked at it for a while and suddenly frowned. The proportion of two different yarns mixed together was different, so the woven fabric was different.
Are these two types of threads made of different materials?
"ah?"
The people in charge of these machines were not from the family compound; they did not know Song Qing, nor did they know the specific material of the yarn.
After the yarn is produced in the spinning workshop, it is labeled and delivered by the workers, who then arrange it on the weaving machine according to the labels.
"We did it according to the previous technician's requirements."
"The previous technician?"
"It was technician Liu. He told us how to produce, and we produced exactly as he instructed."
"Then I'll go find him."
Song Qing nodded and left. She worked in the same workshop as this technician, Liu, but they hadn't had a chance to get to know each other before. They would be working together a lot in the future, so this was a good opportunity to get to know each other.
The technician's clothes were different from those of ordinary workers; they were a slightly darker color. After searching for a while, Song Qing finally found Liu Jun in the workshop.
"Hello, is this Comrade Liu? I am Song Qing, another technician in charge of this workshop."
Relying on his extensive work experience, Liu Jun didn't take these female technicians, who had only attended a one-month crash course, seriously.
In his eyes, they only had a general understanding and could be mascots in the factory. As long as they got paid, they shouldn't interfere with his work with their half-baked knowledge.
The factory assigned them to work on 30 machines in pairs. Liu Jun worked for a few days, and when the other technicians returned from their training, the female technician who was assigned to his group still hadn't come back to work.
Besides Director Zhang, only those who had previously trained Song Qing knew why she had taken leave.
Liu Jun thought she was a high-and-mighty person who relied on connections, since everyone else had returned to work but she was still able to take leave.
In the textile factory where he used to work, there were people with connections who were placed there by the leaders. They often took leave and were absent from work, but they still received a salary every month.
He thought Song Qing was also that kind of person. In addition, it was indeed a lot for one person to be in charge of thirty machines. He worked alone for more than a week. He was tired, and he also accumulated a lot of resentment.
"Comrade Liu?"
Song Qing had just called out when the comrade seemed not to hear her clearly, which startled her, making her think she had remembered the person's name wrong.
She called out again cautiously, and the comrade turned to look at her. This time, he seemed to have heard her clearly.
But he still ignored her.
Song Qing: "..."
After a while, it seemed as if Song Qing finally appeared.
Liu Jun glanced at her dismissively. "Comrade Song, what are you still doing standing here?"
After saying that, he seemed to remember something, "We are responsible for a total of 30 machines, which is exactly 15 machines per person. Let's each manage our own."
Song Qing found it strange; they had only met for the first time today, so why did this Comrade Liu Jun seem quite dissatisfied with her?
"Wait a minute, Comrade Liu Jun. I just came from the cotton weaving machine. The yarn on the machine seems to be arranged incorrectly."
As it turned out, Liu Jun seemed not to have heard clearly, and Song Qing took a deep breath and also put on a serious face, looking much more solemn.
“I’m telling the truth. If there’s a problem and the fabric weaves is wrong, neither of us can be responsible for the losses to the factory.”
Liu Jun reluctantly spoke up, "I've been doing this for almost 20 years. I could never be wrong even with my eyes closed. Comrade Song, you must have made a mistake."
"You'll know if you're not mistaken once you go and take a look."
Liu Jun squinted at her for a while before following her over.
Song Qing had just ordered those weaving machines to stop working, and now they were standing there waiting for the technician to come.
"Who told you to stop the machines? What if it delays production?"
"Huh?" Several workers exchanged glances. "This technician said the yarn was loaded incorrectly and told us to stop work."
"How could she possibly be mistaken? Do you think you'd believe her just because someone says it?"
Song Qing still had a smile on her face, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. She was certain that this Comrade Liu Jun, whom she was meeting for the first time, had a problem with her.
The thought of the two of them working together made her sigh.
"Comrade Liu, those two yarns must have been misplaced?"
Liu Jun picked it up without thinking much of it, but upon closer inspection, he realized he had indeed put it in the wrong place.
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