This group of people were all wearing suits, carrying briefcases, and speaking with southern accents, and were walking towards the factory.
There was actually a staff member who thought Lin Chuan was with them, and said to Lin Chuan with a smile: "Sir, please come this way!"
Lin Chuan thought it was funny, but didn't say anything. It was just a good time to follow along and visit.
And the leader is Yuan Meiqing.
In his previous life, Lin Chuan had heard of this woman's name and some news about her.
Now I see this Yuan Meiqing, she is in her thirties, has delicate skin and a good figure.
Her shoulder-length hair makes her very feminine.
Although he is wearing factory work clothes, his temperament and appearance are still good.
Especially her oval face and beautiful eyebrows make her look very sexy.
In the memory of Lin Chuan's previous life, after the factory closed down, she also committed suicide.
Walking into the factory, it was quite lively.
The workers were busy in front of the textile machines, waves of heat rolled out, and the fabrics produced fell together bit by bit.
Yuan Meiqing explained with a smile as she walked: "These textile machines, as well as cotton rolling machines, shuttle machines, etc., were all newly purchased last year.
Now the annual output of my factory can reach 50,000 meters, and the fabrics we produce also meet the standards of fabric production!"
Lin Chuan then picked up a piece of fabric and took a brief look at it, which made Lin Chuan grin.
The pure cotton fabrics produced here are natural fiber fabrics.
In this era, this fabric is mainly used, and the technology of synthetic fiber fabrics and artificial synthetic fiber fabrics is not yet available.
Even so, the quality of the fabric is still a bit unreasonable.
What the fabric pays attention to is the tightness and hardness, as for the thickness and breathability, it is not important.
However, Lin Chuan discovered that the cloth in his hand had poor density and hardness, and the fibers would break if he applied even a little force.
Not only Lin Chuan discovered that the quality was not good, but also those in the south discovered this problem one after another.
One of them, a thin middle-aged man, kept frowning and shaking his head.
"Boss Yuan, the machines and equipment you have here are indeed good, but I don't understand how you can use such a good machine but produce such inferior fabrics?
The fiber is not hard enough and will break when pulled, and the longitude and latitude are all messed up, and there are hair defects. If such fabric is sold to our garment factory, it will be a trap for us!"
Yuan Meiqing seemed particularly nervous and hurriedly explained: "Boss Han, it's like this, because there are some problems with the raw materials we purchased and the workers are not skilled in the operation, so this batch of fabrics is like this.
However, our technical staff have begun to make adjustments. We can sell this batch of fabrics to your garment factory at a cheaper price. If they are used as accessories, there will be no problem!"
Not only did Lin Chuan feel helpless when hearing this explanation, but Boss Han also had a helpless smile on his face.
Then he said directly: "Boss Yuan, this is not a question of money. Even if you make accessories, it won't work. Even if you make linings for clothes, they will break after just two washes. It won't work!"
Forget it, let’s not waste each other’s time. Originally we were going to Huishi Textile Factory, but you just dragged us here and showed us fabrics like this.
You are wasting our precious time!"
Yuan Meiqing also wanted to explain that Boss Han would not give him any chance.
"Stop talking, we can only go to Huishi Textile Factory now, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
After that, Boss Han led everyone and walked out of the factory while shaking his head.
Lin Chuan didn't think about leaving because he felt a little strange.
The equipment in this textile factory is considered new. If it is adjusted properly, such problems will not occur at all.
There is only one reason, and that is man-made.
Either the technology is not good enough, or someone did it on purpose.
Yuan Meiqing still didn't want to give up the business, so she chased Boss Han and others while apologizing.
"Boss Han, it's almost noon, the hotel has been booked, we have to have lunch anyway!"
Boss Han shook his head and waved his hands and said: "I won't eat it, I won't eat it. Boss Yuan, stop talking. We don't even want the fabrics you produce for free. What you produce is garbage.
It has no use value, and it’s hard for me to imagine how such a good factory like yours could produce such rubbish."
In the end, Boss Han didn’t even want to talk to Yuan Meiqing.
Yuan Meiqing stood blankly at the door of the factory, her hair messy in the breeze.
The feeling of powerlessness made her lean gently against the door of the factory, with sad tears swirling in her eyes, filled with despair and helplessness.
The employees lowered their heads and remained silent.
Instead, Lin Chuan continued to watch in the factory.
In the previous life, his textile factory exported various textiles worth tens of billions of dollars every year.
I have a very good understanding of the equipment and production processes in the textile factory.
At this time, Yuan Meiqing's secretary Yang Xiaonan noticed Lin Chuan's figure and asked doubtfully: "Why hasn't that person left yet?"
Yuan Meiqing wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and turned to look at Lin Chuan.
At this time, Lin Chuan was in front of the shuttle machine, carefully looking at the design of the longitude and latitude lines, his brows tightly knitted together.
"Sir, may I ask who you are..."
Yuan Meiqing looked at Lin Chuan's back strangely and asked.
Lin Chuan has already seen the problem, but he feels that there should be something complicated behind it.
So he turned around and said with a smile: "I'm here to order fabrics. My name is Lin Chuan!"
Upon hearing that she was going to order fabrics, Yuan Meiqing's desperate eyes immediately regained their luster.
But thinking about the quality of her fabrics, I suppressed my excitement.
"You have also seen our fabrics. If you think they can be used, I can sell them to you cheaper!"
The heat wave in the factory made Lin Chuan feel very depressed. As he walked towards the door, he said, "I bought a lot of fabric. I need at least 50 rolls a day. Can your productivity meet the requirements?"
Lin Chuan did not refuse, which made Yuan Meiqing seem to see hope again.
She hurriedly caught up with Lin Chuan and said sincerely: "We can produce it. We can produce it as much as you want!"
Lin Chuan, who had just walked out of the factory, suddenly stopped and said coldly: "But the quality of the products is not good at all. That boss Han is right, these things you produce are all garbage!"
These words were like thunder from the clear sky exploding on Yuan Meiqing's face, causing all the bitterness in her heart to squeeze onto her beautiful cheeks.
Lin Chuan then asked: "You are the director of a textile factory, don't you know the reason? Do you understand textiles?"
Yuan Meiqing was about to cry.
He said pitifully: "If I understood, would I still be like this?"