She now suspects that there is also a problem with the drawings.

However, suspicion is useless, there is no evidence.

This kind of large-scale machine does not fail to do anything, and the experienced master who has trouble can't repair it, and there is no manual for reference, which is really a mess.

The textile mill is expected to have an internal review.

Thinking wildly, the tip of the pen in his hand kept moving on the paper.

In the rustling sound, Lin Yuanjun looked at Wang Bingchang with a blank face as if he was a dead man, "Old Wang, you are ready to prepare." ”

Wang Bingchang wanted to speak and stopped, opened his mouth to persuade him, Lin Yuanjun didn't want to listen to his nonsense, and said coldly with a wave of his big hand, "Don't say anything about pleading, go and prepare the materials, I'll hand it in later." ”

"Alas!"

As soon as these words came out, Wang Bingchang knew that this matter could not be good, and he sighed, "I'll go now." ”

Before leaving, he glanced at Jian Yuelan, who was interpreting at the desk, and gave Lin reinforcements a thumbs up, "Lao Lin, this eldest niece of your family is okay." ”

Nowadays, there are not many people who understand the Chinese language of the white ibis, and there are not a few in the entire southern province.

This Comrade Jian not only understands, but also translates, and is a talent.

When this incident passes, he has to talk to Lao Lin to see if he can recruit Comrade Xiao Jian in.

Comrade Xiao Jian, who was worried about it, spent more than half an hour and handed over the manual to Lin Yuanjun after the translation was completed.

He picked it up and read it at a glance, and he was so angry that he scolded without any grace, "A group of bastards who don't pay attention to morality and rules, robbers, why don't you die ......"

The follow-up words are too dirty, dirty enough to be coded so that they don't pollute people's ears.

Anyway, Jian Yuelan didn't hold his swearing, and covered her ears unbearably.

Five minutes later, Lin Yuanjun, who had completed venting his anger, picked up the big teapot on the table and drank tons of tactics.

Listening to his gurgling swallowing, Jian Yuelan raised her eyes and glanced at his face, and found that her expression had returned to normal, and her heart relaxed.

"Uncle, are you going to Anseong University now?"

"Go."

He made a loud noise, and Jian Yuelan nodded, "Then I won't bother......"

"You come with me."

Jian Yuelan, "??? ”

"What's that?"

She jumped up in shock, "You went to Anseong University to find a professor, what am I going to do?" ”

"Let you communicate with the professors."

Speaking of which, Lin Yuanjun's nose is not a nose, his eyes are not wide, "You know the Chinese of the white ibis, and you can translate ......"

"Wait."

Jian Yuelan interrupted him, "Uncle, I need to correct it, the instruction manual is not in the White Ibis Country script, but in the Skylark Country script. ”

"I think it's a little weird."

Although the white ibis and the lark live next to each other, both countries have their own languages, and it is not surprising that they live in a Chinese at the junction.

But the question is, the textile factory bought the machine of the white ibis country, why is the fake instruction given a lark's text?

As soon as she said this, Lin Yuanjun was stunned, the Lark Country text?

He picked up the tadpole-like instruction manual, "This is not the White Ibis script?" ”

"It's not."

Jian Yuelan shook her head, "Uncle, did you go to buy this machine yourself?" ”

“…… Sort of. ”

Jian Yuelan saw his hesitation, and realized in her heart.

There's something else going on here.

It's good, she's just an ordinary person, and she shouldn't worry about the rest of the matter.

"Uncle, I'm here to buy cloth."

"University ......"

"I'm not going, you're going by yourself."

Worried that he would have to go by himself, Jian Yuelan decisively pretended to be pitiful, "Uncle, you spare me, I didn't study, my grandfather was already so angry that I didn't like it, and finally persuaded his old man to agree to me to start a business, if you take me to Anseong University to take a walk, and wait for grandpa to know that he will let me study again." ”

Lin Yuanjun felt that her thoughts were a little strange, "Everything is inferior, only reading is high, don't you understand this truth?" ”

"Understood!"

"Then why don't you read?"

"It's going to make money."

She said bluntly, "There are too many people to support, and there are too many places to use money, and if you don't make money, a family has to beg for food." ”

It's just.

But Lin Yuanjun also saw that this girl was really not interested in reading.

The university life that everyone longs for doesn't attract her.

"Forget it, it's good if you're happy."

took out a pen and paper from the drawer and stamped it with the official seal, Lin Yuanjun tore off the approval slip and handed it to her, "Take this to the warehouse and find the warehouse keeper to buy cloth." ”

"But I told you in advance, when you choose the fabric and transport it away, you have to find a car to pull it yourself, and the factory is not responsible for delivering it."

"I told Uncle Liu, and after confirming the fabric, he will help me find a car at that time."

"Okay, you go quickly, I'll go to Anseong University."

Jian Yuelan gave him a new idea, the master in the factory can't repair the machine, and those old professors who have returned from abroad to engage in mechanical research may be able to help.

If he could, he wanted to hire an old professor as a foreign aid.

Jian Yuelan didn't know what he was thinking, and seeing that he looked like he was in a hurry to go out, she decisively took the approval slip and said goodbye.

Then, the two went out at the same time, one went to Anseong University, and the other went to the warehouse of the textile factory.

There was a note stamped with the official seal personally approved by Lin Yuanjun, and the person-like warehouse manager enthusiastically led her to the No. 1 warehouse.

"The No. 1 warehouse is the display area of our factory, and every fabric produced has a model here, you can pick it casually, pick the list to me, and the financial settlement will come over with the documents, and I will notify the warehouse behind you to ship directly."

The warehouse manager is an uncle in his early forties, an old weaver, surnamed Du Tiezhu, enthusiastic and hearty, who knows everything he can say, and he never talks much if he can't say it.

Jian Yuelan looked at the fabric under his leadership.

As the largest textile mill in Southern Province, Ancheng Textile Factory is famous in China in terms of shipments and varieties of fabrics.

Before she came, Jian Yuelan had great hopes for the fabrics of the textile factory, but now when she suddenly saw the pieces of fabrics piled on the big shelves and hung on the poles, she was still deeply surprised and surprised.

Without him, there are really many kinds of patterns.

Reform and opening up has made colors brighter, and the era of gray, blue, black and other colors as the mainstream has passed, and people have begun to pursue a strong color impact.

Therefore, the textile mill kept pace with the times, and the fabrics produced were also more colorful fabrics such as red, blue, blue and purple.

Wool, corduroy, polyester, cotton...... Labor cloth and so on, not to mention a wide variety, there are also thick and thin.

"This batch of light-colored fabrics was only produced two months ago, and there were not so many colors before, but now that the reform and opening up has become a variety of colors, it looks good to look good, which is like before, and it looks like a few colors on the street."

Du Tiezhu smiled and said, "Big girl, you choose slowly, click carefully, choose well, write down the number, and wait for Uncle Xia to match you." ”

As he spoke, he handed over a pen and paper.

Jian Yuelan stretched out her hand to take it, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Uncle Du, you can go quickly, I guess it will take a while, and I will go to you when I am well." ”