Rebirth in the 70s: A rough man’s husband pinches his waist and dotes on him

Section Chief Fu introduced, "Everyone, please be quiet, please be quiet."

Section Chief Fu shouted for a long time, but no one calmed down. He had to shout at the top of his voice, "Hello everyone, let me introduce you. This is our new designer..."

Someone below shouted loudly, "Is that the temporary worker?"

Suddenly, the workshop burst into laughter.

"Where did the temporary workers come from? They want to guide us in our work!"

“We’ve been making clothes all our lives, but we don’t know any better than she does!”

"Exactly! What's so good about our well-made clothes, if we keep changing them over and over again?"

"It's still selling well in the provincial capital! It's a joke! Are you bragging? Do you believe it, Lao Fu?"

"Yes, Lao Fu, you have worked in a clothing factory all your life, and you were deceived by a female liar from outside. Are you always blushing?"

"Don't just look at people who are young and beautiful, right? Hahahaha! Lao Fu, you can't make mistakes on the issue of style!"

Section Chief Fu was indeed blushing, but it was not because he was deceived by Lin Qingping, as this person said, but because he, a section chief, was helpless in front of these tough guys.

Lin Qingping observed that among so many workers, only a few kept talking loudly and stirring up emotions, causing other workers to laugh and boo.

Lin Qingping walked directly towards those people.

Walked up to a young man.

He was the loudest.

No one expected that she would walk into the middle of the crowd alone, and everyone fell silent for a moment, looking at her and the young man.

In the workshop, there was only the sound of cracking melon seeds from time to time, which was particularly harsh.

Lin Qingping just stood in front of the young man, looking at him with a smile.

As a result, even the sound of cracking melon seeds slowed down, and finally, there was no sound at all.

The young man slowly became a little uncomfortable when Lin Qingping stared at him like this. He straightened his neck and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Lin Qingping smiled and said, "I think you are quite good at speaking. I would like to ask you for advice. What is wrong with the style of my clothes? Are you unwilling to change them accordingly?"

"I..." The young man hesitated and looked around, not knowing what he was looking at.

"You can't tell, right?" Lin Qingping was still smiling.

"Who says I can't speak out!" The young man's voice was louder, but his eyes were wandering, looking around, obviously seeking help.

"Let me tell you!" another voice from the crowd said.

She is a woman in her 30s, and she was one of the people who made the most noise just now.

I saw her rushing to the clothes rack in front, pointing at the sample clothes on it and yelling, "This one!"

She meant a coat.

"Why is the waistline so small? Even if you are a little fatter, your waist will be tight when you wear it! It's risqué!"

"And this one!" She pointed to another shirt, "Why do you add so many edges to the cuffs? Is it convenient for doing laundry and cooking?"

"And these trousers!" She pointed to another pair of trousers, "Why do you have to make them smaller? The shape of your legs is exposed! Who dares to wear them? Is it rumored to be a hooligan?"

In fact, the styles of these clothes were only slightly modified. The waistline of the straight-through coat was slightly tightened, and the lace on the cuffs was only a little bit. It was not an exaggerated ruffle, and it did not hinder work at all. As for the pants, they were in line with what became popular later. Tight pants are completely different. They are just ordinary trousers, which make the legs appear slimmer, but they are definitely not to the extent of being stigmatized. Otherwise, would those people in the provincial capital be neither blind nor stupid, and would they buy them so crazily?

In later words, this woman was black for the sake of being black.

After hearing this, Lin Qingping turned around with a smile and faced everyone, "So, do you all think so?"

"Yes!" Several voices echoed first.

Then, loud shouts rang out in the workshop, "Yes! We resist! We won't change!"

Lin Qingping smiled and said, "Okay, I understand! You are all masters of making clothes. Some of them have been masters for decades. You must know better than me. If a piece of clothing is not filled with our love wholeheartedly, it will not be made." It won’t have good results! In this case, if you don’t want to change, just don’t change it. I won’t force you to do it.”

Everyone looked at each other, what kind of trick is this? Shouldn't they be forced to change it? Why just let it go?

Some people were whispering to each other below, "Little girl, you are young and don't dare to go against us. Section Chief Fu can't do anything to us. She is a temporary worker and a yellow-haired girl. What can we do to her?"

"Yes! We are all so old, and we can't possibly listen to a yellow-haired girl!"

"That's right! Show her how awesome she is!"

During the discussion, Lin Qingping didn't say anything else to them and just called Gu Youlian, "Sister, come, let's rework these."

"Okay!" Gu Youlian was already furious to death. If this were in the village, she would have jumped up and scolded them, but this was not a village, but a factory. She didn't dare to mess around for fear of getting into trouble. Regarding Lin Qingping, anyway, just listen to Pingzi.

Therefore, when Lin Qingping called, she responded immediately and even took Du Gen with her.

Dugan has been making revisions for a period of time. Cutting and sewing cannot be done, but measuring and marking can still be done.

The three people started reworking in the huge workshop.

Other workers continued to sit there, chatting and eating melon seeds. Some people also laid out chess and playing cards. It was so lively that it was comparable to a vegetable market.

Section Chief Fu couldn't stand it anymore, so he collected all those people's playing cards and chess sets and drove them to work.

Those people didn't care. They dug through a few more boxes of cards and took them out. They even said provocatively, "Fire us if you can! Report the criticism! We don't want to criticize the advanced ones!"

Section Chief Fu Fu was so angry that he had no choice but to go around to Lin Qingping and apologize with a grimace, "Comrade Xiao Lin, look at this... I really..."

Lin Qingping smiled and said, "It's okay. You go about your business first."

"Then what are you doing here?" Section Chief Fu really felt aggrieved for Lin Qingping.

Lin Qingping was calm and confident, "It doesn't matter, just leave it to me."

Section Chief Fu sighed and didn't leave, but there was nothing he could do. He sat aside and stayed with Lin Qingping and the others.

With mountains of clothes and noisy noises, Gu Youlian was so aggrieved that she wanted to cry while cutting. She was happy for a while after joining the factory as a temporary worker, but when she returned to her husband's house, she even bragged about it. From now on, she was a worker! Who knew it was so humiliating.

Dugan looked at his wife's unhappy face and comforted her, "Look at the bottle, it's fine. Don't worry yet."

Gu Youlian held her breath and asked, "Are temporary workers much worse than them?"

Dugan remained silent. Temporary workers were indeed looked down upon by those present. In the past two days, he had received countless looks because of the word temporary worker and because he was a person who was concerned about the quality of clothes.