The Pentium Era - South to North

Zhang Chen arrived at the cutting room and found Zhao Zhigang. Zhao Zhigang was dejected and sitting on the cutting bed, Gu Zi was drawing patterns. He was too lazy to care about what other people in the cutting room were doing. He knew that it would be useless. Anyway, that was it. .

Zhang Chen walked over and patted his shoulder. He looked up at Zhang Chen, then lowered his head and continued drawing without saying a word. When Zhang Chen saw him like this, he was obviously beaten by today's mess. Lying down.

Zhang Chen told him Zheng Huihong's thoughts. Zhao Zhigang listened, stopped holding his hands, and sat upright. When Zhang Chen finished speaking, he suddenly laughed, looked at Zhang Chen and said:

"After all, it's the boss who can think of such a clever way."

Zhang Chen also smiled and told him that it was not his idea but Zheng Huihong's. Zhao Zhigang nodded and said, "Then she can be the boss."

They immediately took action. Zhao Zhigang climbed off the cutting bed and asked the cutting room supervisor and pattern maker to continue drawing Miss Lin's paper version, and asked the cutter not to stop and continue cutting the old styles that Miss Lin wanted.

He and Zhang Chen put away the half-painted paper blocks on the cutting bed, carried the entire tube of floral paper to the cutting bed, spread it out, and found the ten pieces of paper from the rows of shelves near the wall of the cutting room. Samples of two styles of kraft paper.

Their production, S, M, and L are all produced according to 1:2:1. On the paper plate, M has to draw one more piece, so that when cut out of one plate, it will be just right.

Zhang Chen and Zhao Zhigang selected three styles with the same fabric and the same production quantity, and mixed them together to make a set. This way, large and small pieces were interspersed, which not only saved fabric, but also cut them from one board. Three styles, a total of twelve The set is complete.

It took the two of them forty minutes to draw out the paper version. After the length of the paper version was determined, another cutting bed was used to mark the length, and they immediately started laying out the cloth. Zhao Zhigang asked the cutter to continue with the original work. He spoke from below and called three assistants who had done this work before to come up to help.

There were not many clothes coming out of the workshop today, and the people in the back office were rich. The three people began to draw the cloth layer by layer. Here, Zhang Chen and Zhao Zhigang began to draw the second paper version.

Halfway through the painting, Zhang Chen remembered. He took out his mobile phone and gave it to Zhao Zhigang, asking him to call the boss of the printing factory immediately and inform him that cutting pieces would arrive later. He worked overtime even if he stayed up all night. Print it out for them, so that the workers will have work to do tomorrow.

Zhao Zhilong felt that the two women who were doing the work were too slow, so he called a male assistant to replace them. He and the male assistant were almost at the cutting bed, trotting and pulling layer by layer. It took more than two hours and 320 floors were completed.

Zhang Chen was worried that it was too thick and the cutting knife could not cut it. The head of the cutting room tried it and said it was OK. The linen material for spring and summer clothing is relatively thin. In addition, linen material is not as good as chemical fiber fabrics. When cutting chemical fiber fabrics, the temperature If it is too high, the cutting edge will melt, burn, and stick together. If it is too thick, it will be difficult for the electric scissors to move forward.

Linen material does not have this problem. Although it is very thick, the electric scissors move very smoothly, especially when turning.

While Zhao Zhilong and the others were still spreading the cloth, Zhang Chen and Zhao Zhigang had already drawn another piece of paper, and arranged for someone to start spreading the cloth on the other cutting bed.

By the time Zhao Zhilong and the others had laid out the cloth on the bed, covered the paper version on the thick stack of cloth, and fixed the paper version with beading needles, the cutting room supervisor had already gone to the warehouse to get a new spare electric machine. With the scissors, the cutting room supervisor is at one end, the cutter is at the other end, and Zhao Zhilong cuts from the middle. The three of them cut at the same time.

It only took more than half an hour to finish cutting this board. It was really gratifying to see the thick, neatly cut pieces like pieces of tofu. From this board alone, they cut out 3,800 pieces. One hundred and forty pieces of clothing, this was the highest number of items they had ever cut, and everyone couldn't help but get excited.

After this board was cut, the cloth on the side board was almost finished. Zhao Zhilong and the others were immediately ready to cut there. On the fourth cutting bed, the third paper board had already begun to spread cloth. Zhang Chen and Zhao Zhigang , even the fourth paper version has been drawn, and the fifth paper version is being drawn.

The fifth paper version is a replica of the first one, but it is just a re-drawing, which is simpler. When he finished drawing the first one, Zhang Chen used a pen and paper to trace a thumbnail of the paper version. , this time you don’t even need to type the layout, just follow the thumbnails, and the time will be faster.

After Zhao Zhilong and the others finished cutting, the three people transferred from the back channel began to pull cloth on the cutting bed they had just finished. The assistant workers in the cutting room gave up the cutting bed, and they ran to the edge and squatted down. Coding and bundling on the tiled floor.

Now there are three cutting beds covered with cloth without interruption. As long as one cutting bed becomes vacant, someone will immediately go up to spread the cloth. Later, when there were so many paper blocks drawn, Zhang Chen, Zhao Zhigang and the printmakers simply moved them as well. Go to the ground and make drawings, use the cutting bed for the drawings, and let people spread the cloth.

Caidi and several other supervisors had nothing to do in the workshop upstairs. After eating, they also ran to the cutting room to help. They immediately followed Zhang Chen and others to spread the cloth on the cutting bed.

Zhao Zhigang had already informed the sewing workshop that they would be closed today, but at 11 o'clock in the evening, when the first panel was cut out, there were two styles that needed to be printed. The cut pieces were sent to the printing factory, and the linen trousers that did not need to be printed were soon available. They were snatched away by two supervisors. They said that their group didn't get any work today, and the workers below were scolding them.

Upstairs, the sound of machinery sounded again.

Even the old models that the tailoring supervisor and the others had cut out and that Ms. Lin needed were also taken away and made.

Zhang Chen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that he could cut out more than 40,000 sets of twelve styles in one night.

Thinking again, the goods that Miss Lin needed in the past three days have not actually stopped production, because Miss Lin has also selected these twelve styles. These more than 40,000-piece sets include the five items that Miss Lin needs. With more than a thousand sets, Zhang Chen couldn't help but feel that there was great hope.

They worked until about six o'clock in the morning and finished cutting the last board. The cutting pieces that should be distributed to the workshop were also distributed to the workshop. The cutting pieces that should be sent to the printing factory for printing were also sent to the printing factory for embroidery. The factory owner also drove his car to take away the pieces that needed to be embroidered.

In their factory, they work overtime until early morning every day and get off work late. Except for a few people in the office, no workers get up to have breakfast in the morning. They usually have to wait until lunch before getting up, so the employee canteen is simply closed. Make breakfast and make late-night snacks a main meal.

Zhang Chen took all 20 or so people to Sanbao Street, where two breakfast restaurants and a noodle shop were full at once. Zhang Chen asked them to order whatever they wanted, and finally he would settle the accounts.

After breakfast, people relaxed, and when Zhang Chen drove home again, he felt that he probably had to bend down and sit on the ground for too long. His whole body was sore and his back was sore. He couldn't even press the accelerator and clutch with his feet. He moved, and his eyelids fell heavily. He tried hard to open his eyes wide, but it was useless. The eyelids seemed to be no longer his own, and he seemed to be hypnotized, just wanting to sleep.

When passing the gas station in front, Zhang Chen had to drive in, parked in the open space next to him, turned off the car, put his chair back, and fell asleep.

Zhang Chen was woken up by the ringtone of Big Brother. He opened his sleepy eyes and looked outside. He was surprised and didn't know where he was. After getting used to it for a while, he remembered that he was sleeping at a gas station. On fire.

He looked at his watch. It was past nine o'clock. He had slept at the gas station for more than two hours, but he was still very sleepy.

Zhang Chen took out the mobile phone, but the ringing stopped. He waited for a moment, and when the mobile phone rang again, he picked up the phone.

Zhao Zhigang shouted on the phone: "Boss, it's over, the factory has a power outage!"

"What?!" Zhang Chen suddenly woke up, stood up from his chair in shock, and hit his head hard on the roof of the car. He couldn't care less, he could only shout loudly:

"What, Zhao Zhigang, you said there was a power outage in the factory?!"

"Lao Fu called me just now and told me there was a power outage. I got up and took a look. It's true, boss, there's a power outage in the factory."

"Is it just our factory or the entire Three Forts?"

"I do not know either."

"Okay, I'll be right over!" Zhang Chen started the car and drove towards the factory.

When passing by the door of the landlord's house, he saw the courtyard door open and the landlord was wiping his bicycle in the yard. Zhang Chen braked, stopped the car, got out of the car and asked the landlord, do you have electricity here?

The elder brother said no, it stopped working more than half an hour ago, what happened?

Zhang Chen told him that my factory was rushing for goods and he was very anxious.

As soon as the landlord heard this, he stood up and said to go to the brigade headquarters to see if it was the little Sith electrician who was doing something bad.

Zhang Chen was shocked. It was really possible. Damn it, if the electrician in the village was causing trouble, he felt that when he saw him, he would punch him without saying a word.

They arrived at the village committee. There was only the accountant in the village committee. When they saw Zhang Chen and the landlord, they stood up and asked Boss Zhang what happened.

The landlord asked why there was a power outage in the village. The accountant scolded:

"You poisonous head, have you fainted from old wine again? Ge Mao, don't go to Sanliting. Are you ignorant (confused) from eating every day? Yesterday, the loudspeaker broadcasted. There was a power outage in the village this morning. Why don't you know?"

The landlord laughed and said, who can still listen to the radio? You have to run into my room and let me know.

"I'm so experienced in carrying out my business, I can't figure it out clearly," the accountant scolded.

Zhang Chen quickly asked, why was there a power outage today?

The accountant told him that the power supply bureau had arranged for Hanghai Road to come here, and today the wires on the poles above would be moved underground.

"When will it stop?" Zhang Chen asked.

The accountant said: "It'll be late (evening)."

The power supply bureau had a power outage, so there was nothing anyone could do. Zhang Chen and the landlord had no choice but to go back. It seemed that most of the day was wasted again.

Zhang Chen brought the landlord back home, and then he went to the factory. Zhao Zhigang was waiting anxiously in the office. Zhang Chen told him the situation. Zhao Zhigang kept walking around in the office, talking a lot. He muttered loudly, it's over, it's over, there wasn't enough time, and there was a power outage.

"Can you stop fucking walking around? Are you fucking exercising to generate electricity?" Zhang Chen scolded.

Zhao Zhigang stopped, looked at Zhang Chen and asked, "Boss, what should I do now?"

Zhang Chen sighed. He said there was no way. The workers got up at noon, so they could only let them continue to sleep in the afternoon, sleep a little longer, and work later at night. By the way, don't stop in the cutting room. If you can't cut, you can spread the cloth for three days. The bed is waiting for the electricity to come, and there is also a cutting bed...

"I know, I know, the more prints you can make, the better. In the afternoon, I asked those who can make prints. Zhao Zhilong and Caidi will go over to help. Like us, in addition to the cutting bed, you can also draw on the floor." Zhao Zhigang said, and started again on the floor. Walking around the office.

Zhang Chen nodded, and it seemed that this was all he could do.

"You go and sleep for a few more hours." Zhang Chen and Zhao Zhigang said, "Also, as long as the sky doesn't fall, don't call me, I will be scared to death by you."

"If there's a power outage, doesn't it mean the sky is falling?" Zhao Zhigang asked.

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