80 village women marry military officers; it was supposed to be a fake marriage.

Xu Song's suggestion was approved by everyone, probably because this is what their design studio is good at, and it's much simpler than singing and dancing.

Lan Yajing thought of the events they had held before, "But just designing ordinary clothes isn't very original. Would people be interested?"

They held a similar event a few years ago, but the audience response was lukewarm, and they didn't win any awards.

Wu Xiaoling has only been working at the factory for a year and hasn't participated much. "We could organize a domestic and international clothing competition, but some of the foreign clothes we make will probably be criticized."

The models didn't want to wear those clothes; they all felt they were too revealing and were afraid of being gossiped about.

After listening to Wu Xiaoling's words, an idea popped into Lin Yue's mind.

Huo Qingyan noticed her slightly furrowed brows and knew that she had an idea.

"Anyone with good ideas is welcome to share them. Our mechanics department can collaborate with you; we'll provide the models."

Wu Xiaoling's eyes lit up like light bulbs; with these muscular men as models, she could feast her eyes.

Just thinking about it made her drool. Fang Zhimin, seeing her like that, couldn't help but tease her, "Comrade Wu Xiaoling, wipe your drool, mind your image."

"Huh? Oh!" She touched her mouth, but there was nothing there. "Fang Zhimin, you're so annoying. How can you be so mean? I'm a girl, after all."

"Hahaha, I can tell." Fang Zhijie slapped his thigh and laughed so hard he almost fell over.

"You..." Wu Xiaoling was originally prepared to have a serious talk with him, but thinking that Huo Qingyan was watching, she gritted her teeth and held back.

"Never mind, I'm a magnanimous person, I won't hold it against you." She sat up properly and very ladylike picked up her teacup to drink water.

Lan Yajing almost spat out the tea in her mouth. "Don't be like this. We've known each other for a long time. We can't stand you acting like this."

"Hmph, I want you to take care of it."

If this argument continued, it would never end, so Ren Xiujuan quickly steered the conversation back to the main topic, "Alright, alright, let's discuss the welcome party. Lin Yue, what are your thoughts?"

Lin Yue glanced at Huo Qingyan, who nodded. Lin Yue took a deep breath before boldly expressing her thoughts.

In a soft, sweet voice, she said uncertainly, "We can put on an ancient fashion show, blending the styles of cheongsams with modern clothing."

Lan Yajing was the first to agree, "Hey, this is a great idea. We can have the women wear cheongsams and the men wear Zhongshan suits or jackets, and then they can walk the runway together, calling it a collision of ancient and modern times."

"This feels quite interesting. The cheongsam is the essence of our traditional culture and should be carried forward." Wu Xiaoling already had a plan in mind to pair the cheongsam with lace trim.

Ren Xiujuan once made a cheongsam for her wedding, but she kept it hidden at home, afraid to let anyone see it, let alone spread it around.

Later, with the reform and opening up, people had more freedom to dress as they pleased, and she gained weight, so she couldn't fit into any more clothes.

But she just couldn't bear to throw it away, always thinking that she would have the chance to wear it again. "I agree, many people have only seen it but never worn it, and they definitely want to try it."

“I’ll design men’s jackets, the kind that can be paired with cheongsam style.”

"Alright, let's get right to it. We'll start drawing the design tomorrow, following our own ideas first, and then we'll meet up again later."

Seeing their high morale, Xu Song couldn't help but praise them, "Cultural people are different from us roughnecks. They are quick-witted and full of ideas. It seems that studying really is worthwhile."

Fang Zhimin was displeased by this, "Look at what you're saying, what's with all this talk about being a cultured person? This idea was yours, we're all revolutionary comrades, there's no distinction between us."

Wu Xiaoling then returned with a bottle of wine. "Yes, yes, if it weren't for you guys in charge of repairing the machines, the clothes we designed wouldn't be made."

She bought it with her own money. She's happy today and feels that the atmosphere wouldn't be right without a drink.

She poured everyone a glass of wine, saying, "That's right, our factory can't function without anyone. Come on, cheers!"

As Xu Song and Fang Zhimin clinked glasses and put their arms around each other's shoulders, it was as if they had sworn brotherhood. "I'll leave the design work to you. Just let me know when you need us."

Zheng Qing listened to their discussion with a look of satisfaction. The future of the garment factory depends on these young people; unity is strength.

Lin Yue remembered that she had only drunk alcohol once, and she seemed to be quite happy at the time, so she reached out to take the glass.

The next second, the wine glass was picked up by a large hand, traced an arc, and then the wine went into someone's stomach.

Huo Qingyan had already drunk his own wine, and seeing that Lin Yue also wanted to try, he quickly drank hers as well.

Lin Yue looked at him blankly, while the sharp-eyed Wu Xiaoling also noticed the situation and narrowed her eyes in confusion, "Comrade Huo, why are you holding Lin Yue's wine glass?"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Huo Qingyan and Lin Yue. Huo Qingyan raised an eyebrow and said calmly, "Sorry, I took the wrong cup."

At Ren Xiujuan's age, what couldn't she see? This young man had been glancing at the people next to him all night, intentionally or unintentionally.

Especially just now, before he picked up the wine glass, he glanced at Lin Yue's stomach.

The meaning was clear: he didn't want Lin Yue to drink. Ren Xiujuan glanced at Huo Qingyan with a complicated expression, her eyes meeting his.

Wu Xiaoling was still somewhat doubtful, and the atmosphere suddenly became a bit tense.

Ren Xiujuan coughed lightly. "It's fine if you took the wrong one. I was just about to say something to you, Comrade Wu Xiaoling. How could you pour wine for a pregnant woman? Can pregnant women drink alcohol?"

Wu Xiaoling then realized what had happened and lightly slapped her forehead. "Look at me, I was so happy that I forgot about that."

She poured Lin Yue another glass of water, raised her glass and said with a smile, "Lin Yue, why don't you drink tea instead of wine? I'll toast you first."

"Ah? Okay, thank you." Lin Yue drank the tea and realized that she couldn't drink alcohol right now. She also understood Huo Qingyan's intention and gave him a grateful look.

After finishing their meal, Zheng Qing paid the bill, said goodbye to everyone, and left.

Ren Xiujuan was too lazy to go back to the garment factory to get her bicycle, so she went straight home from here.

Fang Zhimin and Lan Yajing lived not far apart, so they left together.

Wu Xiaoling originally wanted to get closer to Huo Qingyan, but she couldn't go back to the garment factory with him, so she reluctantly went home.

The other families in the mechanics department were also locals, and they all went home, leaving only Lin Yue and Huo Qingyan in the end.

They walked back to the garment factory side by side. Only then did Lin Yue ask him, "When did you come here? Why didn't you mention it before?"