The age of rebirth: I became a farmer's little koi

"Xiao Liu, it's almost October. The weather in the capital is as cold as it can be. It's time for us to prepare winter clothes. When will you be able to design winter clothes?" Just after the signing of the new contract, Factory Manager Fang was a little confused. Can't wait to watch Liu Xin Yudao.

Designs are available at any time, depending on whether Shenghua Garment Factory has the ability to organize raw materials.

Liu Xinyu glanced at Director Fang indifferently, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked, "Has Director Fang ever thought about what kind of winter clothes to produce? Coats or padded jackets?"

Director Fang's eyes lit up. It seemed that Liu Xinyu had at least already had a design concept for winter clothes, but he didn't know how far he could go.

After holding back for half an afternoon, Secretary Qiao finally got a chance to speak, stared at Liu Xinyu with dissatisfaction and said angrily, "If Director Fang knows what kind of winter clothes to produce, would he still need you, a high-priced designer?"

Liu Xinyu was a little worried about Secretary Qiao's IQ. How could such a person be a secretary?

Director Fang's brows were frowned, but Secretary Qiao was so focused on Liu Xinyu that he didn't realize that Director Fang was on the verge of breaking out.

When the deputy factory manager found out that the situation was wrong, he quickly pulled Secretary Qiao, and then told Secretary Qiao to shut up before Director Fang broke out, otherwise Secretary Qiao would be embarrassing.

Although Factory Director Fang didn't explode, he didn't want Secretary Qiao to influence Liu Xinyu to discuss new winter clothes here, so he said directly to Secretary Qiao: "There is nothing for you here, you go first, it's late, and you don't need to go back." The factory, just go straight to get off work.”

Secretary Qiao's face changed, and her mouth moved. Under the stern gaze of Director Fang, she never spoke again. She gave Liu Xinyu an angry look and left.

"Come on, let's continue. Let me talk about my personal opinion first. I think woolen coats and padded jackets have their own advantages, but I'm afraid it's hard to make new ideas with these two." The troublemaker finally left. Director Fang said straight to the point.

People in this era are not open-minded enough. To put it bluntly, they are more conservative. In Liu Xinyu's opinion, there are many designs that can be made whether it is a woolen coat or a big padded jacket!
However, Liu Xinyu did not intend to refute, but nodded, "Factory Director Fang is right, it is indeed not easy to shine, but winter clothing is of course mainly for keeping warm. How about it, next week... oh, it doesn't seem to work. "

Liu Xinyu scratched her head in annoyance.

She had just negotiated the recording time with the radio and television, and she had to go to the radio and television to record every Wednesday, Thursday, Saturday afternoon and all day on Sunday.

At least until the winter vacation, she only has time to design at night.

"Isn't it possible next week? Xiao Liu, we can't delay any longer! It is true that we, Shenghua, are ashamed of you for the contract, but you can't..." Hearing that the design of winter clothes may not be available next weekend, Deputy Guan The factory manager is in a hurry.

He is the deputy factory director in charge of production. According to the usual practice in previous years, the production of winter clothes should be switched to mid-September.

It is almost the end of September now, and the design of winter clothes has not yet come out.

Although the factory has purchased fabrics for winter clothes in advance, but there are no new designs, is it still producing the old styles?
Deputy Factory Manager Guan stopped abruptly before he finished speaking, but Liu Xinyu was very clear about what the Deputy Factory Manager did not say, but she had already seen the strangeness, and her expression was still dull, as if she didn't understand Deputy Factory Manager Guan's words at all. The meaning of the factory manager's words is inside and outside the words.

"I've been a little busy recently, but since I promised Shenghua, I must do what I should do. I still have the spirit of the contract!" Liu Xinyu said with a blank look at the deputy factory director.

The deputy factory manager Guan wiped his face with his hand, and laughed at himself in his heart: Well, he is just asking for trouble!
Director Fang glanced at Deputy Director Guan, and sighed in his heart: Liu Xinyu pointed at Sang and scolded Huai again!
Liu Xinyu was in a hurry to go to the duck farm to get the duck down. Of course, she didn't want to continue tearing it up like this meaninglessly. After pondering for a moment, she gave the design time neatly: "Well, give me a few days to prepare. Well, next week It's five o'clock in the afternoon, find a quiet place to finalize the new winter clothes."

Factory Director Fang was overjoyed immediately, and quickly discussed with Deputy Factory Director Guan in a low voice.

Since Liu Xinyu said so, he must want to go to the factory, so they naturally had to respect Liu Xinyu, so they decided to meet next Friday at a teahouse in the street.

This teahouse on the street is called Pinming Teahouse. Most of the tea drinkers here are old men nearby. It is very lively during the day, but after five o’clock in the afternoon, there are basically no people there. It doesn’t matter if there are people. It's not bad, it's a good place to talk about things.

"Next Friday, can you make it in time?" Coming out of the guest house, Liu Xinyu and Zhang Hongliang rode bicycles straight to the duck slaughtering farm, ran up to Zhang Hongliang and asked worriedly.

Liu Xinyu smiled lightly and said, "Don't worry, there's still time. It's just that I have to ask Brother Zhang to help me be a model that day."

Zhang Hongliang couldn't wish for it. Anyway, he only had two classes in the afternoon of the week, and he could basically arrive at Changchun Lane at four o'clock.

Pinming Teahouse is located in Changchun Lane, less than [-] meters away from Liu Xinyu's home in Changchun Lane.

The new design of the winter clothes has already been drawn, and Liu Xinyu certainly has a plan in mind. The reason why he set the time for next Friday is to give himself time to make patterns.

This tug-of-war with Shenghua made Liu Xinyu dislike Shenghua very much, because she had no plan to go to Shenghua's studio for a long time.

She has been trying to find a way to buy sewing machines and seaming machines, even if they are just old ones, in her opinion, it is better than going to Shenghua to listen to other people's yin and yang.

Even if it's broken, as long as it's not so bad that it can't be repaired, it can take a while to deal with it.

Seeing Liu Xinyu's difficulties, Zhang Hongliang was anxious in his heart, and asked his classmates, brothers, sisters, and teachers in Beijing where he could get industrial vouchers. His efforts paid off, and he finally got industrial vouchers.

Before coming to Changchun Lane today, he made a special trip to the department store. It was his luck that a few sewing machines would come tomorrow, so he quickly paid a deposit and made an appointment to pick up the goods tomorrow.

Although Liu Xinyu didn't get the industrial certificate, she still gained something. She bought an old edge-sealing machine at a low price through Hu Xuemei, and he promised to deliver it to her door, and it would be delivered tomorrow.

Liu Xinyu will have to spend the whole day tomorrow in the recording studio of Radio and Television. It is impossible to go to the department store to pick up the goods, and it is impossible to pick up the goods in Changchun Lane. Zhang Hongliang volunteered to carry the sewing machine and receive the sewing machine.

With the sewing machine and seaming machine, starting from tomorrow, Liu Xinyu can realize the freedom of sewing. In the future, new designs can be patterned at any time, and she can make whatever clothes she wants.

The more Liu Xinyu thought about it, the more beautiful she felt, and the bicycle was about to fly.