"Sister Song Qing, we're planning to have a banquet at home in a few days. Come over if you're free."
Zhou Shuyi had been sent to the countryside for many years. She was sent there in 1966, and was actually only half a year younger than Song Qing.
She and Song Qing were only nodding acquaintances, and even Lu Ronghui had only stayed in their dormitory for a few days, so they weren't really that close.
She was a little worried before she came, wondering what would happen if Song Qing didn't want to go.
Lin Haiping: "Regardless of whether they will come or not, we have to send out the invitations."
Aside from the people from Yanghe Village who passed the exam and Lu Ronghui, Song Qing was the only person they knew at the textile factory. She was also a technician, so they had to get along with her.
"Okay," Song Qing opened the invitation and looked at it; it was written by them personally.
"Won't three days be too rushed? Will you have enough time?"
"There's still time. Actually, we had planned this a long time ago. We started preparing as soon as the recruitment list was posted."
Even if there's something we don't know how to do, the aunties in the village will help us.
"That's good. I'll definitely be there on time that day."
Zhou Shuyi breathed a sigh of relief before heading towards her workshop. Song Qing stood there and opened the invitation again. This was great news; she had to think of something to give them.
Before she could decide what to do, she entered the workshop and found the atmosphere inside to be a bit strange. She looked around in confusion.
Didn't we just start work on time? What's wrong now?
There are three groups in the experimental workshop, totaling nine people. She is only familiar with Zhao Qin outside of her own group, but Zhao Qin is not here.
Besides Shen Xuebing, whom he himself wanted, Liu Jun's group also included Wang He. Her group also had a technician who was recruited later, named Guan Lian, who is 35 years old this year.
The other one is Ma Lanxiang, who lives in the family compound.
Song Qing put down her things, put on her white coat, and headed towards her group. Guan Lian was already adjusting the loom, and when she saw Song Qing coming over, she didn't stop what she was doing.
Song Qing took out several pieces of fabric that she had woven yesterday, intending to make a comparison later.
Ma Lanxiang sneaked up to her and asked, "Did you touch any of the machines in Group A after you got off work yesterday?"
"One group?" Song Qing shook his head. One group was Liu Jun's group.
“Wang He arrived early today. She checked their group’s machines and said they had been touched. She asked us who was the last to leave last night.”
Song Qing was indeed the last to leave, but she didn't go to their group before she left, let alone touch their machines.
"Then what?"
Ma Lanxiang was from the family compound, and they had all gone to training together for a month, so she naturally knew that Wang He had always had a problem with Song Qing.
"Then she made a veiled attack, saying that the last person to leave did it on purpose, not wanting their group to finish first."
Song Qing rolled her eyes. "Their group didn't produce any results, why should I target her? She's so shameless."
We are all part of the textile factory. If someone can complete the factory's work first and develop the required fabric, everyone will be happy.
She's not just messing with their work for no reason; besides, Group One is at the same pace as everyone else and hasn't produced any results yet.
"I'm free!"
Ma Lanxiang covered her mouth and laughed, then nodded in agreement, "I also think they're just wasting their time. They might as well do more experiments."
Song Qing made a comment but didn't take it to heart, and opened her notebook to look at the data from the previous few days.
Polyester itself is tough enough, but if there is too much of it, the resulting fabric will not feel soft enough and will feel rough to wear.
However, if the proportion is too small, the desired effect will not be achieved.
"What are you doing? Our group has already ordered the machine, and we haven't finished using it yet."
There is only one friction machine in the entire testing workshop, used to measure the abrasion resistance of fabrics. Usually, people take turns using it.
Song Qing stopped and glanced at the friction machine; it was completely empty.
"What do you mean you reserved it? The machine is empty right now."
She ignored Wang He and walked straight over, intending to put the fabric on it.
"I already told you our group has already booked it; if you want to use it, you'll be placed after us in the queue."
"Anyone can use the machine as long as it's empty. You say you've reserved it, but I could say I reserved it yesterday!"
People tend to get irritable when they start working, especially these past few days when everyone hasn't made much progress. Song Qing has also been targeted by Wang He both openly and secretly several times, so she's long since given up on tolerating her.
"you!"
Song Qing made marks on the fabric, intending to put it into the friction machine. Wang He bit her lip and watched her for a while.
Wang He believed she was no less capable than Song Qing, but she was just lucky. This time, Director Zhang arranged three groups. She was the group leader of Song Qing's group, but she was assigned to Liu Jun's group.
Liu Jun was already the most experienced among the newly recruited technicians, and he also hired Shen Xuebing, treating Wang He only as an assistant.
She hasn't been involved in the group's experiments much these past few days; she's mostly been going to the warehouse to get fabric or helping them check on the machines.
She looked at the others; even Ma Lanxiang, who had somehow gotten in, had work to do and her own experiments. Only she was the one assisting.
Proud as Wang He was, how could he possibly tolerate this? He was seething with anger.
Song Qing ignored her completely afterward. After putting away the fabric, she returned to the group. Just then, Zhao Qin had something she wanted to ask her, and the two of them huddled together around the notebook.
Wang He shifted his gaze and refocused it on the friction machine in use, staring blankly at Song Qing's pieces of fabric.
"Comrade Wang, we've run out of yarn. Why haven't you gone to the warehouse to get more? Also, did you go out to check the machines?"
Liu Jun had just thought of a formula and discussed it with Shen Xuebing, intending to test it out, but when he turned around, he found that the yarn was gone.
He didn't take Wang He seriously at all, but he had already asked Director Zhang for Shen Xuebing, and the other person could only follow the factory's arrangements.
In his view, this person was just there to assist them and do his best to help them with their work, but Wang He couldn't even complete such a simple task.
"I……"
“Our time is very precious. The factory only gave us 10 days this time. Comrade Wang, can’t you even do something as simple as cooperating with us? If you can’t do it, then go find Director Zhang yourself.”
Wang He bit her lip, but in the end she didn't dare to argue and could only go to the warehouse to find the raw materials she needed.
In addition to the machines she was originally in charge of, she also had to take care of Liu Jun and the other man these past few days. She didn't have much free time to begin with, and the two of them were also giving her odd jobs.
Liu Jun waited for a while before she finally returned. Wang He put down the raw materials, and Liu Jun got up to take the things away.
"Comrade Liu, I would also like to try the experiment. I have been helping out all this time and have learned how to do it. I am confident that I can do it well."
She quickly stopped Liu Jun; she couldn't possibly fight here for 10 days straight.
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