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The lively scene suddenly became quiet.

Director Qu looked back at Guo Yajuan, frowned, but did not say anything serious: "Director Guo, Comrade Xiao Meng is still young and full of energy. She is also doing it for the good of our factory. You can't pour cold water on comrades as soon as you come up. I understand your feelings, but we must also give young comrades some opportunities. This is also the key to the transformation of our factory."

"Director, what if it fails? Everyone doesn't like this kind of sofa. If we can't sell it, it's all in vain. For the past half month, everyone has been working in three shifts with no one to rest, so they are busy making these few If this sofa doesn’t sell, everyone will be even more disappointed.”

"Indeed." Meng Wantang answered with a smile, "But if a factory does not lead the trend with new products, it will be left far behind. Bankruptcy is only a matter of time."

Guo Yajuan looked over with sharp eyes: "Are you quite confident in the product you designed?"

"It's not bad. I can see Zhenzhang the day after tomorrow."

The color of the cloth Meng Wantang asked for has already been dyed.

Four fabrics, four styles.

The fresh colors will give people a bright feeling in early autumn.

Meng Wantang gave the detailed dimensions, and the textile factory had already made the finished product. I'll take it over and put it on tomorrow to see if there's anything inappropriate.

Finally, it is stitched and fixed to make the sofa look more perfect.

Guo Yajuan sneered: "Then let's see the results."

Meng Wantang gathered the young men in the factory and a few particularly good-looking girls to form a propaganda team.

She pulled people to the auditorium and started training.

"The product is our hardware, and the key lies with you. The alley is too deep for the smell of wine! Who would buy wine without people coming over, right?"

Several little girls and boys all laughed.

"The next step is up to you." Meng Wantang took out his notebook, pen, and uniform.

Everyone was wearing black trousers.

The top was made by Meng Wantang in a bright red color.

The name of the furniture factory is printed on the front of the clothes, and the same is printed on the back.

She gave them the printed leaflets: "I was supposed to send out small advertisements for three days, but I remembered too late. Let's run for one day today and one day tomorrow, and see the effect the day after tomorrow."

She distributed five tape recorders to the boys, took out a map, and drew on it: "You form five teams, one male comrade and one female comrade. The female comrade is responsible for explaining and handing out leaflets to people. The male comrades should also help. , everyone should explain everything clearly. Tell them that at eight o'clock the day after tomorrow, we will sell the new model, the only one in the country. Tell them that we will deliver it to their door. "

While Meng Wantang was talking, he gave a demonstration to a few young people before letting them go out to distribute flyers.

She rode her bike and watched for a while, then returned to the factory and asked the masters to continue making sofas.

"What if we become popular and people ask us to deliver goods to their doorsteps, but we don't have the goods, you will be the ones who suffer." Meng Wantang said so matter-of-factly that everyone's doubts were stuck in their throats and they didn't ask.

The finished sofa cover fits perfectly.

The textile factory is indeed an old factory. Even if the efficiency is not very good, its foundation is still strong.

Meng Wantang hasn't cooked for several days.

She got so busy that she forgot to go home.

When she came to her senses, she remembered that she wanted to go home.

Coming out of the workshop, it was dark outside.

My stomach growled.

This brain is really useless!

Forget about going home, forget about eating.

Meng Wantang was stunned.

Her dream is not to stay in a furniture factory and become a designer. Her dream is to open a clinic of her own and promote traditional Chinese medicine.

Meng Wantang pushed her bicycle out. As soon as she arrived at the entrance of the factory, she saw a familiar figure standing outside.

"Oh, why are you here?" Meng Wantang was overjoyed when she saw Lu Qingye.

She remembered that Lu Qingye was injured, so she hurriedly walked over and asked, "If you don't recuperate at home, why did you come out?"

"My injuries are all healed, and I have officially reported to my work unit. I will officially go to work the day after tomorrow." Lu Qingye explained, with a hint of grievance in his tone.

Is he wronged?

amount……

Meng Wantang felt a little guilty. She stretched out her hand to hook the man's finger and coaxed him: "Oh, I've been really busy recently. As you know, our factory is on the verge of death. Whether it can come back to life depends on this. If it does, , the factory will not go bankrupt, and you don’t have to worry about not being able to support your family.”

Lu Qingye had never been coaxed before.

Every time she mistakenly thought he was angry and took the initiative to comfort him.

This feels quite good.

"Are you exhausted these days?" Lu Qingye took the bicycle, let Meng Wantang sit on the back, and took her back.

Meng Wantang leaned behind him and sighed: "You don't know how stressed I am. I originally thought that I could make some small creams and ointments to earn some money for medicine and support my family. It's quite good It’s easy. But now, I am burdened with the hopes of a factory and I am a little breathless. I am afraid of failure and that others will not like the sofa I designed.”

"Let's buy the first set of sofas for our family."

Lu Qingye said suddenly.

Meng Wantang asked: "Do you think we can't sell even one set of sofas?"

"This is the first set of sofas you designed, and it has a different meaning. You can buy it and put it in our house as a souvenir. One for the three little guys, one for Lin Hao's room, one for my mother, and one for my aunt. And the ones in our house. I think the ones you designed are not very good.”

When Lu Qingye said this, Meng Wantang's attention was distracted and she became less nervous.

When he got home, Lu Qingye took out the food from the pot.

A small bowl of rice, a small bowl of steamed eggs with minced meat, a portion of shredded pork with green pepper, and finally a portion of cut fruit.

It can be said that it is quite nutritious.

After Meng Wantang finished eating, he took a comfortable hot bath and fell asleep without caring about Lu Qingye.

Lu Qingye also went to take a bath before coming back.

When they entered the room, Meng Wantang was sleeping deeply, even snoring slightly.

Lu Qingye helped her adjust the pillow, but she didn't even wake up.

The next day, early in the morning.

Meng Wantang opened her eyes and went to cook in a daze. After entering the kitchen, Lu Qingye cooked porridge and fried vegetables, and then went to the canteen to buy steamed buns.

Everyone ate steamed buns, drank porridge, and each ate an egg. Those who go to school after eating go to school, and those who go to work go to work.

Lu Qingye sent Meng Wantang to the door. Meng Wantang turned back and asked him with a smile: "Are you really planning to buy a sofa?"

"You think I'm kidding?"

"Our sofas are not cheap. Where did you get the money?" Meng Wantang looked curious.

Lu Qingye patted his chest: "Bonus."

The bonus earned from the injury was paid by a woman.

Tsk~

Meng Wantang rode away, not forgetting to tell him: "You don't have to spend this money, but I allow you to watch the fun."