Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 350: Swollen Face Pretending to Be Fat

Chapter 350: Chapter 350: Swollen Face Pretending to Be Fat

Song Yunuan was not aware of the situation back home.

But Chu Zizhou was capable.

The atmosphere in Nanshan County Town was still good; there were many who did practical work.

Knowing that they had taken on so many foreign trade orders at once, these people must be overjoyed.

They too wanted to contribute to the country.

But they lacked the means to do so and it was not their turn yet.

Now, finally, they had the opportunity.

Just like the filthy drainage ditches were voluntarily cleaned up by everyone.

It had been that way in the past, and now, with everyone motivated, it naturally drove progress.

So, there were quite a few who volunteered to help.

Therefore, Song Yunuan shared these analyses and then consoled her father not to worry, to focus on doing their job well there, and to deal with the family matters after returning.

Otherwise, if they didn’t manage both ends well, it would be a loss done for nothing.

Song Liang calmly thought over his daughter’s words twice.

He felt he was worrying too much, and it was also because he had never seen the world that he felt this way. To be honest, had it not been for Little Nuan, could he have come to Nan City?

He didn’t visit Nanshan County Town much either.

Song Liang stopped his restless thoughts and focused on finishing up the work for the trade fair.

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Foreign exchange orders worth over five hundred thousand dollars made Nanshan County Town boil with excitement.

At this time, the garment factory was buzzing with discussions.

"Actually, if we took our work clothes there too, maybe someone would buy them."

"You can give up on that idea; our work clothes are all the same style. It’s similar in other places too, the same stuff. Unless you sell cheap, what competitive edge do you have?"

"I heard they’re going to select master workers to go support the Zhilan Garment Factory. We’re a city factory, officially state-employed workers, why should we go work in a rural factory?"

"Stop talking nonsense; they wouldn’t want you even if you tried. With your skills, if you ruin the goods and the foreign buyers return them, can you afford to compensate for the loss?"

"But you have to admit that the clothes from Zhilan Garment Factory are really nice looking. Nowadays, the Zhilan counter at the department store is crowded with people buying clothes, and even people from other counties are coming."

"Exactly, the clothes we wear are also worn by foreigners and people from Xiangjiang. Actually, they are nothing special, just the same as us!"

"Who told you they were anything special? Stop idolizing foreigners."

"I was just making conversation; why are you attacking me? I’m not talking to you anymore."

Conversations like this were common everywhere, but those who were really busy didn’t have time to listen or explain.

With Song Liang and Little Nuan away from home, Old Mrs. Song had no choice but to take charge.

At the garment factory’s finance department, there was an experienced accountant, and then Xia Guilan and Lian Xiang were in charge of the workshop.

After receiving a call from Kou County, Chu Zizhou had anticipated it and was not surprised at all, and he immediately began making arrangements.

By now, they had finished the autumn harvest in his area.

The rice planting this year was a success. His achievements had already been reported to the provincial authorities.

Whether as an advanced individual, a labor model, or a culture and ethics village.

There wouldn’t be any suspense for Brigade Leader Chu and Erdao River Village.

And he estimated that he might be promoted in a couple of years.

Nowadays, every household could not say that they ate rice every day, but they had finally had their fill of white rice.

Some of the elderly cried as they ate.

Telling the young people and children, "...back in the days of the war, our country’s common people were the lowest of the low, unworthy of eating rice. If the poor commoners ate rice, they could be dragged out and killed.

Now, to be able to grow it ourselves and eat it was beyond our wildest dreams."

The pig farm was operating normally, too. The half-grown piglets were being fed specially formulated feeds.

Then there was Erdao River Village’s main side business—grass weaving.

When the call came, President Huang ran over to tell Chu Zizhou, voice trembling with excitement.

An order for twenty-eight thousand! And it was a foreign exchange order.

Even the little grass weavings could earn foreign exchange for the country. President Huang could not be prouder.

Now Old Man Song acted as the consultant.

The collection of raw materials was organized by the commune; he was only responsible for the samples on the order.

Since they are for export, each one must be of guaranteed quality; we can’t afford to have them returned for being substandard.

If that happens, not only will we fail to earn foreign currency, but we’ll also have to compensate for the losses, and it will be a disgrace. This prospect frightened everyone.

We can’t say that every single piece is a premium product, but they are more or less the same.

Old Man Song was too busy to even stay at home, all for the sake of securing this foreign currency order worth tens of thousands.

Then Old Mrs. Song took control of both the inside and outside of the garment factory.

In three days, the warehouse was transformed into a factory space.

In the middle was a firewall.

Once the stove was lit, this space known as the second workshop would start to heat up.

The climate is still tolerable now, and aside from the mornings and evenings being cooler, the temperature remains above freezing.

But the weather these past few days, contrary to people’s morale, has been rather dreary, with a noticeable drop in temperature, suggesting snow might be on the way.

Old Mrs. Song worried whether Little Nuan might catch a cold.

Song Liang, being a man, wasn’t very attentive and she wondered if he would remind Little Nuan to dress more warmly.

Old Mr. Hu and Old Mr. Lin delivered a large batch of semi-new sewing machines and fabrics with several large trucks

Soon after, they mentioned that Gu Huai’an had arranged for another batch from the Jun Factory.

The county’s clothing factory sent over ten master craftsmen.

Kou County had already made a phone call.

For now, these ten master craftsmen were considered a supportive assignment from the county.

Zhilan Garment Factory was in its initial stages, facing a tough period, yet it still shouldered such a significant task.

If this attempt were to fail, it would be a significant blow, whether in the eyes of superiors or subordinates.

This blow was one thing, but more importantly, it meant having to compensate the clients for their losses.

Some people made sarcastic remarks behind their backs.

"Don’t bite off more than you can chew."

"Don’t they know their own capabilities? Puffing up one’s face to look fat."

"If they can’t complete it, the compensation will bankrupt them."

"If they knew they didn’t have the capacity for it, why accept so many orders? They’re just making the county clean up after them."

Then there were those who vocally objected.

"You know nothing. Who would place an order for just ten or twenty items?"

"Even selling a hundred wouldn’t cover the shipping costs back and forth."

"Most importantly, this is an order for foreign currency, which can be used to buy the technology and equipment our country needs. If you don’t understand, shut up!"

"..."

Regardless, there was a variety of opinions.

Old Mrs. Song didn’t hear any of this, and even if she did, she wouldn’t take it to heart.

Having lived to her age, she was well aware that many were prone to jealousy.

They mock you when you’re poor and resent you when you’re rich.

If she paid attention to their words, she wouldn’t have anything left to do.

Old Mrs. Song walked with a straight back and swift stride.

With Chu Zizhou’s assistance, she managed to get everything up and running smoothly.

Old Mrs. Song was somewhat relieved.

And Xia Guilan indeed had no time to deal with anything else.

She and Lian Xiang were responsible for production, supervising everything from start to finish.

Fifteen suitable workers were recruited from the village.

Then, forty more were hired from the commune.

Adding to the existing thirty-one, there were nearly a hundred workers now.

Currently, food was still on a supply system, with no possibility of buying in large quantities.

Therefore, building a canteen wasn’t considered at the moment.

Xia Guilan and Lian Xiang told Old Mrs. Song that, according to the order’s timeline, everything should be fine once the master craftsmen arrived.

The master craftsmen from the county would help out here for two months.

Erdao River Village was not far from the county town, so the county specifically allocated a bus from the public transport company for this.

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