She now suspects that there is something wrong with the drawings as well.
However, there is no point in doubting it, there is no evidence.
If this kind of large machine breaks down, it won't be a big deal. If it breaks down, the experienced technician can't fix it, and there is no manual for reference. It's really a mess.
The textile factory is expected to undergo an internal review.
I was thinking wildly, and my pen tip kept moving on the paper.
Amidst the rustling sound, Lin Yuanjun looked at the pale Wang Bingchang like a dead man, "Old Wang, get ready."
Wang Bingchang hesitated and opened his mouth to persuade. Lin Yuanjun didn't want to listen to his nonsense. He waved his hand and said in a cold voice, "Stop asking for mercy. Go prepare the materials. I'll hand them in later."
"well!"
As soon as these words came out, Wang Bingchang knew that this matter could not be solved. He sighed, "I'll go now."
Before leaving, he glanced at Jian Yuelan who was translating at the desk, and gave Lin Yuanjun a thumbs up, "Old Lin, your eldest niece can do it."
Nowadays, there are not many people who understand the White Ibis language, and there are only a few in the entire southern province.
This Comrade Jian not only understands, but can also translate. He is a talent.
After this incident is over, he has to talk to Lao Lin to see if he can recruit Comrade Xiao Jian.
Comrade Xiao Jian, who was remembered, spent more than half an hour translating the instructions and handed them to Lin Yuanjun.
He picked it up and read ten lines at a glance. He was so angry that he cursed without grace, "Why don't you die for a bunch of bastards and robbers who don't follow moral principles or rules?"
The subsequent words are so dirty that they need to be coded so as not to contaminate people's ears.
Anyway, Jian Yuelan couldn't resist his dirty words and covered her ears unbearably.
Five minutes later, Lin Yuanjun, who had finished venting his anger, picked up the big tea vat on the table and drank tons of tactical water.
Listening to his gurgling swallowing, Jian Yuelan raised her eyes and glanced at his face, and found that his expression had returned to normal, and she felt relieved.
"Uncle, are you going to Anseong University now?"
"go."
He said loudly, and Jian Yuelan nodded, "Then I won't bother..."
"You come with me."
Jian Yuelan, "???"
"What the hell?"
She jumped up in shock, "You went to Anseong University to find a professor, what should I do?"
"Let you communicate with professors."
At this point, Lin Yuanjun's nose widened. "You know the White Ibis language, and you can also translate..."
"etc."
Jian Yuelan interrupted him, "Uncle, I need to correct you. The instruction manual is not in White Ibis script, but in Skylark script."
"I think this is a bit strange."
Although the white ibis and the skylark live next to each other, both countries have their own languages. It is not surprising that people who live near the intersection can speak both languages.
But here comes the problem. The textile factory bought machines from the White Ibis Kingdom. Why did the fake instructions given have the text of Skylark?
When she said this, Lin Yuanjun was stunned, Yunque Chinese characters?
He picked up the tadpole-like instruction manual and said, "Isn't this the White Ibis Chinese characters?"
"no."
Jian Yuelan shook her head, "Uncle, did you purchase the machine yourself?"
"...Sort of."
Jian Yuelan saw his hesitation and understood in her heart.
There is something else going on here.
Very good, she is just an ordinary person, she shouldn't worry about the next thing.
"Uncle, I'm here to buy cloth."
"University……"
"I won't go, you go by yourself."
Worried that he would have to go alone, Jian Yuelan decisively pretended to be pitiful, "Uncle, please spare me. My grandfather is already so angry that I don't like me because I haven't studied. It took a lot of effort to persuade him to allow me to start a business. If you do this
He took me to Anseong University for a walk, and when grandpa found out, he let me study again."
Lin Yuanjun felt that her thinking was a bit strange, "Everything is of inferior quality, only reading is good. Don't you understand this?"
"Understand!"
"Then why don't you study?"
"I want to make money."
She bluntly said, "There are too many people to support, and there are too many places where money needs to be spent. If we don't make money, the whole family will have to beg for food."
It's just nonsense.
But Lin Yuanjun also saw that this girl was really not interested in studying.
The university life that everyone longs for cannot attract her.
"Forget it, as long as you are happy."
He took out a pen and paper from the drawer and approved a note and stamped it with his official seal. Lin Yuanjun tore off the approval note and handed it to her, "Take this and go to the warehouse to buy cloth from the warehouse manager."
"But I told you in advance that when you select the fabric and transport it away, you have to find a truck to pull it away. The factory is not responsible for delivering it."
"I made an agreement with Uncle Liu. After confirming the fabric, he will help me find a car."
"Okay, you go quickly, I'll go to Anseong University."
Jian Yuelan gave him a new idea. The masters in the factory couldn't repair the machines. Those old professors who had returned from abroad to engage in mechanical research might be able to help.
If possible, he would like to hire an old professor as a foreign aid.
Jian Yuelan didn't know what he was thinking. Seeing that he was in a hurry to go out, she decisively took the approval slip and said goodbye.
Then, the two of them went out at the same time, one went to Anseong University and the other went to the textile factory warehouse.
Lin Yuanjun personally approved the note with the official seal, and the spirit-like warehouse manager enthusiastically led her to warehouse No. 1.
"Warehouse No. 1 is the display area of our factory. Every type of fabric produced has a sample here. You can take a look at it and pick it out. After you select it, give me the list. After settling the bill with the financial officer, come over with the receipt. I'm here.
Just notify the warehouse at the back to ship the goods directly to you."
The warehouse manager is an uncle in his early forties, an old textile man, his surname is Du and his given name is Tiezhu. He is enthusiastic and cheerful, and he knows everything he can say, but he will never talk too much about what he cannot.
Jian Yuelan looked at the fabric under his guidance.
As the largest textile factory in Southern Province, Anseong Textile Factory ranks among the best in the country in terms of shipment volume and fabric types.
Before coming here, Jian Yuelan had great hopes for the fabrics from the textile factory. Now when she suddenly saw the pieces of fabric piled on the big shelves and hung on the poles, she was still surprised and pleasantly surprised.
Nothing else, there are so many varieties.
The reform and opening up has made colors brighter. The era where gray, blue, black and other colors were the mainstream has passed, and people are beginning to pursue strong color impact.
Therefore, textile factories have kept pace with the times and produced more colorful fabrics such as red, blue, blue, and purple.
Woolen, corduroy, polyester, cotton...labor cloth, etc., there are many types, including thick and thin.
"This batch of light-colored fabrics was only produced two months ago. There weren't so many colors before. Now with the reform and opening up, the colors of the fabrics have become more diverse and look better. It's not like before, when you walked on the street and looked like that.
Several colors.”
Du Tiezhu said with a smile, "Girl, you choose slowly, click carefully, choose and write down the number, and wait for my uncle to match it for 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. Go ahead and go. I think I will take it once. I will go find you when I am better."