Director Lian paid the painful price of washing lunch boxes for ten days and finally got Shen Que to stop talking about making complaints.
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Meanwhile, Jiang Cheng woke up and left the mechanical factory, checking the time.
Nine o’clock.
It’s the perfect time.
Get to work!
Jiang Cheng pedaled his 28-inch bike, heading to the bamboo weaving factory while being bathed in a small northwestern wind.
The Bamboo Factory Director greeted Jiang Cheng with such enthusiasm that he nearly burst into song and did a somersault on the spot.
He understood the pain of missing out all too well!
The last time he missed Jiang Cheng’s call, he spent sleepless nights, almost breaking his bed board with frustration!
Though Jiang Cheng said there were no grudges between them, who could be certain?
During the entire morning, Jiang Cheng was in the workshop of the bamboo weaving factory, communicating with the master craftsmen.
The Bamboo Factory Director stayed right behind Jiang Cheng.
Listening intently, he realized one truth.
Jiang Cheng’s success is absolutely not accidental.
She has truly put in the hard work.
"Master Cheng, if we use thinner bamboo strips, can we weave more intricate bamboo products?"
"Of course we can!"
Jiang Cheng praised Master Cheng first, then continued to ask, "If we want to weave patterns into it, is it complicated? What standards can the output reach?"
Master Cheng used his hands to gesture the size of the item and explained that the complexity and ease of patterns were key factors.
Jiang Cheng carefully memorized each word.
After a morning of visits, Jiang Cheng had lunch with the Bamboo Factory Director.
After lunch, she was like the busiest street wanderer, heading to the shoe factory.
Soon, news of Jiang Cheng wandering around the city spread everywhere.
There was no choice; she was too much of a focus for all the directors.
By the third day, several directors were craning their necks in their factories, nearly becoming stone statues waiting for Jiang!
Upon hearing the news, the food factory’s Director Lu couldn’t sit still.
Jiang Cheng is so busy, could she have a new idea to work on? What about their pickled cucumber production line?
Director Lu was a bit anxious, but the approval from upper management hadn’t come yet.
He was worried but had nothing in hand, so couldn’t just go find Jiang Cheng.
In the following days, Jiang Cheng continued to run around the city, sometimes gone for half a day, sometimes staying the entire day.
Some factories even flauntingly set off firecrackers!!
Director Lu was so anxious that he got a cold sore on his lip.
That day, there was a city-wide conference.
Every factory director attended, the deputy director representing the mechanical factory.
For over two hours, there was a summary of production and future production planning for each factory.
Finally, it was the food factory’s turn.
"Director Lu, your pickled cucumber production line proposal is very feasible..."
The good news came so suddenly, Director Lu’s first thought: quickly go find Jiang Cheng!
Director Lu tried to stifle his urge, first expressed his gratitude for the leadership’s trust, then made his resolution, and finally the conference ended.
He didn’t want to waste a single second, got in the car, and went back to find Jiang. Military Adviser. Cheng.
Other directors watched enviously as Director Lu’s car exhaust faded away.
"Definitely going to find Mr. Jiang."
"Mr. Jiang is really impressive; I wish she could visit our factory someday."
"I want her to come to our factory too!"
"Do you think I could send something to Mr. Jiang?"
One director said unconsciously, and the directors nearby immediately echoed: No! Bad idea! Not good!
After firmly stating it, each of them turned their heads, their expressions intriguing.
The phrase "five people with twelve groups and eight hundred cunning ideas" took form at this moment.
At this point, the topic’s center, Jiang Cheng, was at home organizing her data books.
There were words, drawings, and order.
What each factory has more of, what they currently have, what they can produce, the production capacity, all were organized into a booklet by Jiang Cheng.
These were not only for the trip to Sea City but also for the December trade fair in Sheep City.
By then, it would be full of foreigners, in Jiang Cheng’s eyes, it was simply a sea of gold stars!
"Jiang Cheng——-Director Lu is here!"
Grandma Shen called out, Jiang Cheng put away her booklet and stored it in her space.
"Director Lu!"
With a call, Jiang Cheng opened the door and saw Director Lu, sweating bullets.



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