Four counters held up their notebooks to show everyone that number 3 had more than ten votes than number 2.
Ma Lanxiang grabbed Song Qing's clothes and said, "Sister Song Qing, do you think that one might be from our group? God help us."
Song Qing stared intently at fabric number 3, but couldn't tell which one was which.
"The workers just came over to vote. Most of them said that fabric No. 3 was stiff and not itchy to wear. Fabric No. 2 also received a lot of votes. We compared them and found that it is a little thicker than No. 3."
As Director Zhang spoke, he handed the fabric back to several supervisors for inspection.
They gathered together again and examined it carefully.
"Why haven't they announced which group number 3 belongs to yet?"
Director Zhang is incredibly calm. The hearts of all nine of them were pounding in their throats, yet she was still discussing things with the factory manager and the others.
Shen Xuebing glanced over there and said, "I guess numbers 2 and 3 are from our group."
It's no wonder he was so confident; their group did indeed have a piece of fabric that was thicker than the others, and Shen Xuebing hesitated for a while before deciding to choose something else.
But in the end, they still put this piece of fabric on the list. Since even this piece of fabric, which they had been hesitating about, was ranked second, then the first place must be theirs. They just didn't know which piece it would be.
Liu Jun also felt there was no suspense, but now that everyone was standing together, even a fart could be heard by everyone, so he should be humble and not let anyone find fault with him.
"Don't speculate, wait for the director to announce it. No matter which group's fabric it is, it's from our textile factory."
Director Zhang and Factory Manager Shen discussed for a long time how much of this fabric to produce and how much to price it, forgetting about the people in the test workshop. It wasn't until a while later that they finally realized what was going on.
She smiled sheepishly, "Once we started discussing it, we forgot you were all waiting. Xiao Zhou, can you tell which group number 3 belongs to?"
Xiao Zhou stepped forward and checked the markings; it read, "Group Two".
Ma Lanxiang, tugging at Song Qing's sleeve, didn't dare to look. But as soon as she heard their group's name called out, she exclaimed in surprise, "Holy crap!"
When she realized it, her face turned red instantly, and everyone else in the factory looked at her with good-natured smiles.
"Comrade Ma seems to be overjoyed."
"Our Comrade Ma has made a great contribution. I wonder how the factory director will reward them?"
They were still chatting and laughing, clapping at the same time.
The three groups joined in the applause. Song Qing and his group then realized it was their group and stared at each other in shock.
Liu Jun and Shen Xuebing were stunned for a moment, both doubting that they had heard correctly. How could it not be their group?
"How could it not be us? Are you sure you're not mistaken?"
"Did Director Zhang make a mistake?"
Director Zhang's expression suddenly turned serious. In front of so many people in the factory, this was a task she was in charge of, and yet both of them suspected her of making a mistake.
"The voting just now, including the number of votes, was conducted in front of everyone, so there's no way something could have gone wrong."
"I... I mean, could there be a mislabeling? Is number 3 definitely in group two?"
Director Zhang picked up fabric No. 3 and said, "I'll have you mark it first and then hand it over to us. We'll mark and label it then."
"Check this fabric (number 3) yourselves to see if it has your group's markings."
Liu Jun and Shen Xuebing immediately took the No. 3 fabric, but after turning it over and over, they really couldn't find any markings made by their group, so they could only awkwardly hand the fabric back.
"To prevent any mistakes, Group Two and Group Three should also take a look together."
After everyone in the last three groups had seen it, Director Zhang placed the fabric on the table.
"Is there any mistake? This is indeed the part belonging to Group Two. Let's congratulate all the members of Group Two."
Everyone clapped, and Shen Xuebing and Liu Jun reluctantly joined in as well.
"Everyone works for the textile factory, and all the achievements belong to the collective. Thank you for everyone's contributions. The people in our experimental workshop are all very capable."
The applause rang out again, and this time Director Zhang waited a while before raising his hand to signal everyone to stop.
"This fabric will be put into production in a while, and if it gets a good response, we will increase our investment."
Soon everyone else in the workshop left, and Director Zhang called over the three people from their second group.
"This time, the factory has decided to give each of you a 5 yuan bonus. We hope that our second group will continue to work hard and strive to develop even better fabrics."
"Five dollars?"
They only earn about 20 yuan a month. Ma Lanxiang exclaimed in surprise, "The factory is too generous!"
"If this fabric sells well, we will give you another reward."
Director Zhang smiled and left with his people. Ma Lanxiang held Guan Lian and Song Qing's hands, and only when she remembered that the other two groups were still there did she manage to control her excitement.
"What makes me happiest is not this. A while ago, the people in our group were so arrogant that they thought we would never be able to figure it out. They even kept their questions to themselves."
Now that our team won, let's see how arrogant they can be then.
Ma Lanxiang tried her best to lower her voice, but she couldn't help but glance over there with a showy look, which met Shen Xuebing's gaze.
Shen Xuebing took a few deep breaths, and his movements became much heavier as he packed his things.
"Let them be smug."
Liu Jun's face remained dark; he never imagined that he couldn't even compare to Song Qing, who was only half-baked.
Wang He stood aside, feeling nothing. Although Song Qing's group won, she wouldn't be happy even if her own group won, so she might as well let them win.
It's only 5 yuan.
Shen Xuebing glanced back and saw that Wang He was still smiling. He held back his smile.
“Their team hadn’t made any progress in the past few days, so how did they suddenly come up with a solution? Maybe someone is the mole who leaked their team’s data.”
Wang He paused, then gritted his teeth, slammed the object onto the table, and walked out. Liu Jun glanced at his retreating figure but said nothing.
Ma Lanxiang was very dissatisfied. "If you lose, you lose. At least you should be able to accept it. Don't doubt this and that every day, saying that others are spying on you. How come theirs is better than yours?"
"You can't even do it yourself, yet you dare to doubt that others have seen it? You're shameless."
"you!"
Ma Lanxiang rolled her eyes. Shen Xuebing clenched his fist and decided not to argue with her, then walked out of the experimental workshop.
The three groups gathered around to ask about the proportions of the two materials in their group. Director Zhan had already taken the fabric, and the workshop would soon begin production. This ratio was not a secret at all.
The people in Group Two were also very generous, and the two groups got together to discuss.
Liu Jun glanced at them indifferently. Most of them came from the family compound, so they naturally huddled together.
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