To make up for the debt owed to Lin Qingping and Gu Juncheng

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

After shouting for a while without getting any response, Section Chief Fu finally raised his voice and said, "Hello everyone, let me introduce you to our new designer..."

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

Immediately, a burst of laughter erupted in the workshop.

"Where did this temporary worker come from? And they want to instruct us on our work?!"

"We've made clothes our whole lives, we don't know as much as she does!"

"Exactly! What's the point of altering perfectly good clothes?"

"It's still selling well in the provincial capital! What a joke! You're just bragging, aren't you? Old Fu, you actually believe that?"

"Yeah, Lao Fu, you've worked in the garment factory your whole life, and you still got scammed by a female con artist from out of town. Aren't you ashamed?"

"You're not just after her youth and beauty, are you? Hahaha! Old Fu, you can't afford to make a mistake about your conduct!"

Section Chief Fu's face was indeed flushed, but not because he had been tricked by Lin Qingping, as this person claimed. Rather, it was because he, as a section chief, felt powerless in front of these troublemakers.

Lin Qingping observed that among so many workers, only a few people were talking loudly, stirring up emotions, and making the other workers laugh and cheer.

Lin Qingping then walked directly toward those people.

She walked up to a young man.

He was the loudest one shouting.

No one expected her to walk into the middle of the crowd alone, and everyone fell silent, watching her and the young man.

Inside the workshop, only the occasional cracking of sunflower seeds could be heard, sounding particularly jarring.

Lin Qingping stood in front of the young man, smiling as she looked at him.

So even the sound of cracking sunflower seeds slowed down, and finally, there was no sound at all.

The young man gradually became uncomfortable under Lin Qingping's gaze, and straightened his neck, asking, "What are you looking at?"

Lin Qingping smiled. "I see you're quite articulate. I'd like to ask for your advice: what's wrong with the style of my clothes? Why are you unwilling to alter them?"

"I..." the young man stammered, looking around, seemingly at something.

"Can't say it, is that it?" Lin Qingping still smiled.

"Who says I can't say it!" The young man's voice was loud, but his eyes darted around, clearly seeking help.

“Let me speak!” another voice rang out from the crowd.

She is a woman in her thirties, and one of the people who recently made the biggest fuss.

She rushed to the clothes rack in front, pointed at the sample garment, and loudly criticized, "This one!"

She was referring to a coat.

"Why is the waistline so tight? It's so constricting for slightly overweight people! It's indecent!"

“And this one!” she pointed to another shirt. “Why are there so many trims on the cuffs? Is it convenient when doing laundry or cooking?”

“And these pants!” she pointed to another pair. “Why did you have to alter them to be smaller? They’re showing the shape of my legs! Who would dare wear them out? Are they going to be seen as indecent?”

In fact, these clothes were only slightly modified. The straight coats were slightly tapered at the waist, and the lace on the cuffs was minimal, not exaggerated ruffles, so it didn't hinder work at all. As for the trousers, they were completely different from the skinny jeans that became popular later. They were just ordinary dress trousers that made the legs look longer, but they were definitely not stigmatized. Otherwise, would people in the provincial capital, who are neither blind nor stupid, have bought them so frantically?

In other words, this woman was criticizing for the sake of criticizing.

After listening, Lin Qingping smiled and turned to face everyone, "So, that's what you all think?"

"Yes!" Several voices echoed first.

Then, a deafening shout erupted in the workshop: "Yes! We resist! We won't change!"

Lin Qingping smiled and said, "Okay, I understand! You are all masters of clothing making, some of you are even veteran masters with decades of experience. You must understand better than I do. If we don't put our whole heart into making a garment, it won't turn out well! In that case, those who don't want to make changes don't have to. I won't force anyone."

The group exchanged bewildered glances. What kind of tactic was this? Wasn't it meant to force them to change? Why were they just letting it go like this?

Some people whispered among themselves, "She's just a young girl, too young to go against us. Even Section Chief Fu can't do anything to us. She's just a temporary worker, a greenhorn, what can she do to us?"

"That's right! We're all old enough to be taken in by some young girl!"

"Exactly! Let's teach her a lesson!"

Amid the murmurs, Lin Qingping didn't say anything more to them, but called to Gu Youlian, "Big sister, come on, let's redo these."

"Fine!" Gu Youlian was already furious. If this were in the village, she would have jumped up and started yelling at them. But this wasn't the village; it was the factory. She didn't dare to do anything reckless, for fear of ruining Lin Qingping's plans. In any case, she would just listen to Pingzi.

So when Lin Qingping called, she responded immediately, and even pulled Du Gen along.

Dugan worked on the revisions for a while, and while his cutting and sewing skills weren't great, his measuring and marking were still good.

The three of them began reworking the product in the huge workshop.

The other workers continued to sit there chatting and eating sunflower seeds, while some even set up chess and cards, creating a lively scene reminiscent of a vegetable market.

Even Section Chief Fu couldn't stand it anymore, so he confiscated their playing cards and chess pieces and sent them to work.

Those people didn't care, and pulled out a few more decks of cards, even tauntingly saying, "Go ahead and fire us! Give us a public reprimand! We don't need to be nominated for outstanding employee awards!"

Section Chief Fu was so angry that he couldn't do anything about these stubborn people, so he could only go around to Lin Qingping, put on a pained expression and apologize, "Comrade Lin, look at this... I really..."

Lin Qingping smiled and said, "It's alright, you go ahead and do your thing."

"Then how can you all stay here?" Section Chief Fu was truly aggrieved for Lin Qingping.

Lin Qingping remained calm and confident, saying, "It's alright, leave it to me."

Section Chief Fu sighed, but didn't leave. He had no choice but to sit down and keep Lin Qingping and the others company.

Amidst the mountain of clothes and the noisy commotion, Gu Youlian felt so wronged she wanted to cry as she cut the fabric. She had been so happy to get a temporary job at the factory, even bragging to her in-laws that she would be a worker from then on! Who knew she would be humiliated like this?

Seeing his wife's pale face, Dugen comforted her, "Look, the bottle is fine, don't worry."

Gu Youlian, holding her breath, asked, "Are temporary workers really that much worse than them?"

Dugen remained silent. Temporary workers were indeed looked down upon by those present. In the two days since he arrived, he had suffered countless scornful looks because of the word "temporary worker" and because he was in charge of the quality control of the clothes.