The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 226 The repair shop makes a contribution, and the sewing machine enters the scene.

With a workshop and a working environment in place, the next step is to address the issues of people, machines, and raw materials.

The tailor teacher was taken care of by Wei Xiangmi and her team.

Zhang Hongmei is the key figure among them.

When faced with Wei Xiangmi's visit, Master Zhang was initially hesitant, after all, she had been enjoying a leisurely life since retiring.

But after hearing Wei Xiangmi talk about Qian Jin's plan and the generous benefits, Master Zhang was somewhat tempted.

She worked in a tailor shop during her teenage years in the old society, and joined the No. 6 State-owned Cotton Mill after liberation.

Thanks to his rich experience and excellent skills, coupled with his enthusiasm for work and his firm belief in serving the people, he worked his way up to the position of workshop director, winning numerous honors during his tenure.

As a result, his retirement days at home were relatively uneventful.

Wei Xiangmi is quite good at ideological work.

She demonstrated the desire of people in both urban and rural areas for ready-made clothes, and then offered a monthly salary of 120 yuan.

From 1956 to the present, the entire society, including party and government departments, military enterprises and factories, has adopted a 24-level wage system.

A monthly salary of 120 yuan is quite high. In the military, it is equivalent to a battalion commander or deputy regimental commander, and in the government, it is equivalent to a deputy county head.

In the context of the No. 6 State-owned Cotton Mill, the benchmark would be the deputy factory director and heads of important departments.

Zhang Hongmei is a true supporter of the leader and comrades. She doesn't care about treatment; what she cares about is her own value in life.

In fact, she earns a very good salary and her family is not short of money.

This year, the state issued the "Interim Measures on Retirement and Resignation of Workers," which stipulates that workers with 10 years or more of continuous service can receive retirement benefits.

Specifically, those who participated in the Liberation War and received a retirement pension of 80% of their pre-retirement salary.

Those who have worked for 20 years since the founding of the People's Republic of China will receive 75% of their pre-retirement salary in retirement pay, while those who have worked for 10 to 15 years will receive 60% of their pre-retirement salary.

However, in practice, units like the Sixth State-owned Cotton Mill usually distribute the funds at 70% to 85% of the national standard.

Zhang Hongmei was well-off; she started working at the No. 6 State-owned Cotton Mill when it was first established.

That means he has worked for 20 years.

However, the No. 6 State-owned Cotton Mill did not distribute the money to her according to the national standard. Instead, it distributed the maximum amount of the secondary standard, which is 85%, with the remaining 15% being temporarily withheld.

The old lady's husband has a pension, and her children all work in state-owned factories, so her pension is enough for her needs.

Seeing that she didn't care about money, Wei Xiangmi tried to persuade her to come out of retirement by talking about serving the people, and encouraged her to pass on her skills to more people and make further contributions to the community and the collective.

She took out a stack of newspapers and showed them reports about Qian Jin's exemplary work.

She told Zhang Hongmei.

The soon-to-be-established Taishan Road People's Clothing Factory was not simply for making money. More importantly, after Comrade Qian Jin came into contact with the rich foreign ready-made clothing market, he wanted to introduce various styles to the people of Haibin City and enrich the clothing environment for the Chinese people.

Master Zhang was moved by Qian Jin's ideological awareness and finally accepted the garment factory's invitation.

Upon learning this news, Qian Jin immediately arranged an office to specifically receive Master Zhang.

Zhang Hongmei is 62 years old this year.

In the 21st century, many city dwellers in their sixties don't look old at all, and it's even less of a problem in America, where many seventy- or eighty-year-old men are still striving for public service jobs.

There was an elderly man with golden hair who left his public office in his seventies, and when he was almost eighty, he returned to his public office through hard work, determined to continue serving the country's rejuvenation and the rise of the stock market.

However, that won't work right now.

Like Zhang Hongmei and other veteran comrades, they ate poorly and worked hard in the old society when they were young.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the country was extremely poor, and it was through their hard work and tireless efforts that the country gradually developed.

Due to malnutrition and overwork, they look much older than their age.

Zhang Hongmei, who is in her sixties, has almost completely white hair, and her back, which had been straight for more than half a century, is now somewhat bent.

Wei Xiangmi invited the elderly comrade to the neighborhood committee office, and Qian Jin quickly stood up to greet him: "Master Zhang, welcome, welcome! Your arrival is truly a blessing for our garment factory!"

Master Zhang was very polite and said, "Director Qian, you flatter me."

"I only know a little bit about cutting and sewing. Don't expect me to do anything. In fact, I don't even know if I can be of any help."

Qian Jin said sincerely, "Master Zhang is too modest. Your skills are truly those of an old master. We need a master like you to guide us novices."

In addition, they need Zhang Hongmei to take the lead in attracting other retired master craftsmen to join the People's Garment Factory.

Zhang Hongmei is, after all, a veteran workshop director and a recipient of numerous honors, including the Municipal March 8th Red Banner Pacesetter and the Factory's May 1st Labor Medal.

In this era that values ​​the power of role models, she is a beacon.

She joined the People's Garment Factory on Taishan Road, and some of the experienced workers who were still observing followed suit.

After all, Zhang Hongmei's family is not short of money, but other experienced workers' families may not be.

Even if you're not short of money, who would complain about having too much?

It's important to understand that there's no such thing as being rehired now. Once you retire, you have to go home and stay idle, receiving only your retirement pension; there's no extra income.

The main reason is that factories and enterprises do not have extra positions to assign to retired workers, nor is it necessary to do so for them.

The planned market economy system is indeed somewhat rigid.

Qian Jin personally accompanied Zhang Hongmei to take a look at the newly renovated warehouse.

The experienced worker was quite satisfied with his work environment.

After all, the walls were snow-white, the doors and windows were brand new, and there were large propaganda posters and busts of leaders inside.

These are all things she is very familiar with.

The labor shock brigade began selecting female educated youth to enter the People's Garment Factory, and Qian Jin led the team to move machines into the warehouse.

He originally thought there was no rush, since the Mid-Autumn Festival was just around the corner.

Now that all the preparations were in place, there was no need for him to delay. September 17th was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and on the 15th, Qian Jin organized his team members to move the sewing machines.

Naturally, he also bought the sewing machine from the mall.

Sewing machines are simple in construction and became popular from the 1960s until the 1990s, remaining one of the most relied-upon tools for housewives in both urban and rural areas.

Therefore, even in the 21st century, there is still a large number of old-fashioned sewing machines on the market.

These secondhand machines are worthless in the mall, and you can find all kinds of brands, from old to new.

Qian Jin bought forty sewing machines in one go.

To avoid creating a sensation, some of these sewing machines had severely rusted parts, while others were damaged.

In the morning, Qian Jin called on the labor commando team to move the sewing machines.

The machines are small in size; their main body, the machine head, can be stored in the base, making them less than 80 centimeters in length, width, and height, which an adult can easily move.

Of course, one can also enter and exit from the large gold chest.

He placed all the sewing machines in the workers' new village house as usual.

With the new duplex apartments, the workers' village has been basically abandoned. In the past six months, when he went to the countryside, it was used as a large warehouse.

The team members followed him in a large group and took one look.

Neatly arranged, they're all sewing machines!
Shi Zhentao was immediately impressed: "Wow, so many machines? Chief Qian, you're really something. You know, a snake can't function without a head. There are some things that only the snake's head can do, but we can't."

Su Changshun stroked and examined each one: "Butterfly brand, Swallow brand, Capital brand, and Workers and Peasants brand—all big brands."

"Why are there still some rusty ones?" He noticed several machines in poor condition behind him.

Qian Jin explained, "These are all scrap sewing machines. I asked my driver friend to buy them from a factory in the south. Otherwise, you can imagine, these days, besides the government, who has the ability to get forty or fifty machines at once?"

The team members nodded.

One young man sighed and said, "Let alone forty or fifty machines, even one machine can stump a person."

“When I got married in February, my family wouldn’t have been able to afford the three turns and one sound if it weren’t for Chief Qian’s help.”

Mi Gang squatted down in front of a machine and looked at it hesitantly, then asked, "Chief Qian, this sewing machine is badly damaged. Do you think we can fix it?"

Qian Jin patted him on the shoulder, his eyes resolute, striking a pose like a snakehead or a locomotive: "Captain Mi, don't underestimate our strength. As our leader has said, the power of the people is boundless!"

"Let me tell you, all the machines here used to have problems. I asked someone to find a repairman locally to fix a large batch of them. The rest couldn't be repaired in time, so we had to bring them back and take care of them ourselves."

"But the mechanic checked them and said that there were no major problems with these machines. As long as we repair them carefully, these scrap metals can be turned into treasures."

Mi Gang squatted down and casually flipped through a sewing machine: "The problem is, the machine head is rusty, can it still be used?"

Qian Jin also squatted down, picked up a wrench, and skillfully removed a screw:
"Don't be fooled by their intimidating appearance now; they're just minor problems. Apply lubricant where necessary, and polish them where needed."

"If we're missing parts, that's easy to handle. I'll ask our logistics director for help; we're sure we can find replacement parts."

This is really not a big problem. There's no need to go to the mall to buy it. There are a lot of sewing machines on the market, and many repair shops have the parts that have been replaced.

There is strength in numbers.

Each person carried one sewing machine, and more than a dozen young men carried all the machines onto the truck they had found in a few trips.

The truck drove for more than ten minutes to Taishan Road and went directly to the new factory building of the People's Garment Factory to unload the goods.

Wei Xiangmi crossed her arms and tapped the stone pavement with the heels of her leather shoes, watching with great interest as the sewing machine was being taken down.

The metal parts gleamed dullly in the sunlight, and the paint on several machines was peeling badly, as if they had a skin disease.

Repairing sewing machines requires professionals, and now mobile repair shops come in handy.

After more than half a year of development, the People's Mobile Repair Shop has expanded and now has ten employees.

Qian Jin called over Qu Dongfang, Zhao Jianguo, and other veterans, who are now team leaders and have more extensive repair experience.

The team members unloaded the goods, inspecting each unit as they were unloaded. Those without issues were moved into the factory and stored properly; those with problems were recorded and placed in front of the factory.
"This pedal is broken."

"This bobbin case is rusted to death."

"Look at this, the needle shaft is bent!"

When Qian Jin bought things at the mall, he bought a batch of pretty but useless items.

So having many problems is not a problem for him; he remains calm.

Wei Xiangmi, who had been in high spirits, lost interest.

She anxiously squatted in front of the most dilapidated machine, frowning as she pressed the pedal.

The pulley turned with difficulty, making a harsh "creaking" sound, like the hinges of an iron gate rusting.

She flipped open the bottom panel and saw that the shuttle inside was rusted into a heap, with a tangled mess of broken threads everywhere like a spider web.

"The situation is more serious than we thought." Qu Dongfang came over, took a look, sighed, and took out his notebook to start taking notes.

His handwriting was neat and strong, and he marked out the problems of each machine in detail.

Wei Xiangmi asked him helplessly, "Master Qu, do you think this machine can still be repaired?"

Qu Dongfang smacked his lips.

He dared not draw a conclusion without a thorough examination.

Qian Jin laughed when he saw this.

Come live.

As is customary, he, the leader, was about to give a pre-battle pep talk: "Come on, comrades from the repair shop, look over here."

“These machines in front of us may look like scrap, but once repaired, they can become great helpers in production.”

"Yes, the repair work is very difficult. Many machines are severely damaged. But have you seen what this place looked like before it was used as a warehouse? Back then, someone told me that it was a dangerous building and could not be used."

“I said, if it’s not repaired, it’s naturally a dangerous building, but if we repair it properly, it can still be very useful!”

As he spoke, he pounded his fist against the wall.

The walls, reinforced with a layer of red bricks both inside and out, emitted a dull thud.

Shi Zhentao led a team to participate in the warehouse renovation work, a task that he was very proud of.

Because it's so fulfilling.

So when Qian Jin mobilized him, he immediately perked up: "It doesn't matter if your repair shop can't do it, I'll lead the team to do it."

"It's okay, I won't go home tonight. I'll stay here and study how to repair the machine. This machine is man-made, not conjured up by a god. If someone can build it, then I can repair it!"

Zhao Jianguo, a tough guy from Northeast China, waved his hand and said, "Captain Shi, go wherever it's cool."

"Chief Qian called on our repair shop, not your security task force. What's the rush?"

"Isn't that right, comrades!" He said this to Qu Dongfang, Song Shouren, and a few others.

Several people clapped: "Go away and cool off somewhere else. Expecting you to repair these machines? I think we might as well smash them and melt them down to make steel and rebuild them."

Qian Jin chuckled and said, "That's right, that's the spirit we should have."

Zhao Weiguo said to Song Shouren, "Old Song, let's not just talk big here, we need to actually get things done."

"I think we can fix most of the machines, but there are a few that are hard to fix. Why don't you go and find your master?"

Song Shouren said, "No rush, let's try to fix it first."

Each person had a repair kit, and they each selected a faulty sewing machine to begin repairing.

Following Qian Jin's guidance, the repairmen each chose a specific area to focus on learning.

For the past six months, Qu Dongfang has been specializing in repairing precision machinery; he is an expert at repairing watches and radios.

Sewing machines weren't his forte, but he happened to choose one that couldn't adjust the stitch length.

Song Shouren took a moment to come over and glanced at it before finding the problem: "The adjusting screw on this clamping rod is stripped."

He turned on his flashlight and shone it inside, squinting as he examined the threads: "We need to re-tap them, or find a matching replacement."

All in all.

Sewing machines are not precision machines, and Qu Dongfang was able to repair them once he knew where the problem was.

He took out a tap and a wrench from his toolbox and got to work, huffing and puffing.

Watching the workers busily at work, Wei Xiangmi felt much more at ease. She walked over and nodded to Qian Jin: "Chief Qian, you are a brilliant strategist. Using the labor shock brigade as a foundation for cultivating talent in all directions is the right idea."

“I have reported your work plan to the district. I estimate that starting from the fourth quarter or next year, the district will call on all sub-districts to learn from us and make full use of the labor force.”

Qian Jin exchanged a few polite words but didn't reply.

He knew it was impossible.

The reform and opening up is already in full swing.

Starting next year, the labor commando team will likely be on the verge of disbanding, and the members will have to remain on duty and go their separate ways.

Wei Xiangmi was quite satisfied with the repair work done by the technicians, but Qian Jin was not.

Seeing that the repair shop staff were planning to work on their own, he shook his head and said, "The family workshop approach is not acceptable. You need to work on an assembly line."

"Zhao Jianguo, you are in charge of disassembling the outer casing and repairing any problems with it."

“Old Qu, you used to work with precision machinery, right? Then you can disassemble the damaged parts. Song Shouren, you specifically studied sewing machine repair, so you can lead a team to take charge of the repairs.”

Soon, the warehouse was transformed into a repair shop.

The disassembled parts are arranged by category:

Here is a pile of rusty shuttle beds, and there are presser feet and needle plates of various sizes.

Su Changshun was meticulous in his work. He led several newly recruited female team members to soak small parts in kerosene and then brush away the rust bit by bit with toothbrushes.

"Old Zhao, this wire-pulling spring is broken. Do we have a spare part?" Qu Dongfang shouted, holding up a bent metal piece.

Zhao Weiguo walked over, squinted at it, and said, "We have spare parts, but what kind of machine is this for? I've never seen it before."

"This machine," Qu Dongfang pointed to the machine beside him.

Song Shouren leaned over to take a look: "Hey, this is a special reed for the old-fashioned Flying Man brand. It's probably hard to find now."

He turned to Qian Jin and asked, "Chief Qian, does your unit's logistics department have any way to find spare parts of this model?"

Qian Jin immediately jotted down in his notebook: "How many do you need?"

“All five need to be replaced,” Song Shouren said.

Qian Jin got on his motorcycle: "Is there anything else you need? I'll head over to the municipal hardware factory right away..."

"Why don't we go to the junkyard and see if they have any of the same model that have been scrapped?" Zhao Jianguo suggested.

That's a really good idea.

Qian Jin instructed Shi Zhentao to take people to the recycling station on the nearby street, and if they found any broken sewing machines, to disassemble them, remove the parts, and bring them back.

The Taishan Road Labor Commando Team is famous throughout the district and is a celebrity on the nearby streets. It's nothing for them to disassemble a few small parts.

Anyway, they didn't take it for free; they bought it in the collective name of the labor shock brigade.

When Qian Jin returned from the hardware factory, the group was still busy at work.

The transmission mechanism of one of the Gongnong brand sewing machines got stuck, and Zhao Jianguo had to disassemble the entire machine head.

“Look, this spindle bearing is broken,” Zhao Weiguo said, pointing to several pieces of metal. “We need to find a ball bearing with a diameter of 12 millimeters to replace it.”

His hands were covered in black engine oil, and even his wrinkles were stained with grease.

Seeing Qian Jin return carrying a suitcase, someone greeted him warmly: "Hey, Chief Qian is back! Did you bring back some parts?"

Qian Jin raised the box as a gesture, and Song Shouren quickly went to meet him.

He opened the box and saw that it was neatly filled with parts of various sizes, some of which still had a freshly processed sheen.

Qian Jin used his connections to buy the new parts.

These days, reputation and connections are still the most useful; a single phone call seems to solve everything.

"Great!" Song Shouren was overjoyed and immediately found the bearings he needed and handed them to Zhao Jianguo.

Zhao Jianguo quickly got to work. He cleaned the bearing housing, applied grease, and carefully pressed the new bearing in.
"This needs to be done slowly; if it's off-target, it will affect the accuracy of the entire machine."

Qu Dongfang was disassembling a bent needle bar, and after he took it apart, he handed the problem over to Song Shouren.

Song Shouren rummaged through his toolbox but couldn't find a suitable needle bar.

Qian Jin then said, "I'll go look again."

Song Shouren waved his hand: "No need, the needle shaft is still usable, I can fix it."

He fixed the needle bar to the bench vise, straightened it little by little with a copper hammer, and then polished it with sandpaper.

Qian Jin asked, "Will it work?"

“I’ll give it a try. Hard advertising is fine, as long as the verticality error of the needle bar does not exceed 0.1 millimeters, it can be used,” Song Shouren said casually. “Otherwise, it will affect the uniformity of the stitches.”

"A small difference can lead to a huge error; this is exactly what is meant when it comes to sewing machines."

Su Changshun assisted Zhao Jianguo in assembling the repaired machine. They oiled each moving part and adjusted the tightness of the screws.

"Try this one." Zhao Weiguo straightened his aching back and pointed to a sewing machine that had just been repaired.

A female team member sat on the machine, stepped on the pedal, and the machine made a steady "click-click" sound. The needle flew up and down, leaving a neat line of stitches on the fabric being tested.

Qian Jin smiled upon seeing this: "Very good, well repaired."

Zhao Jianguo wiped the machine oil off his hands with a rag and chuckled.

Praise from the leader is a great motivator!
"Let's fix this machine?" Su Changshun brought over the sewing machine that was most severely rusted.

"The outer casing is badly rusted, so be careful when disassembling it to avoid damaging the internal parts." Zhao Weiguo quickly got to work and then slowly and cautiously tightened the screws.

Qian Jin looked at it and said, "If it doesn't work, forget about this machine. I don't think it'll last long."

Not all forty machines need to be repaired.

In reality, the first wave consisted of five or six masters leading about twenty apprentices, so they didn't need thirty sewing machines.

Qian Jin bought so many defective machines simply to dispel everyone's suspicions.

But the repair shop staff were very proud.

Open the bow without turning back the arrow.

Since most of the machines are repaired, we can't be short of one or two more; we must get them all fixed.

This sewing machine is the most difficult to repair. The screws are almost rusted to death inside the nuts due to the corrosion of rust, and it has become very fragile. It can be broken off if you are not careful.

With no other option, Zhao Jianguo had to add lubricant, and each twist required considerable effort.

Qu Dongfang placed a small stool over and sat down. He pointed to the pulley and said, "Do we still need to fix it? Look, this conveyor belt is so old and worn out that it can't function properly at all."

Then, as Zhao Jianguo removed the outer cover, more problems arose.

Qu Dongfang pointed to the sewing machine needle bar and said, "The needle bar is worn out too much. We need to replace it, right? Tapping it won't help this time. It will definitely affect the sewing results."

Zhao Weiguo was unwilling to give up: "Let's give it a try. Anyway, we've entered the final battle, so we have to win a complete victory!"

He picked up a wire brush and began to remove the rust from the heavily rusted parts.

The wire brush danced in his hands, and the loose outer layer of rust fell off under the friction of the brush.

Qian Jin stood to the side, hands in his pockets, nodding repeatedly as he watched.

Zhao Weiguo is very meticulous in his work.

He can't compare to him in this respect.

The sewing machine, which was so badly rusted, became usable again after he turned it around in his hands.

When cleaning the rust, he didn't overlook any corner of the sewing machine, even the hard-to-reach crevices were cleaned thoroughly.

Qian Jin thought that if it were the 21st century, Zhao Jianguo could work as a hotel hygiene inspector; he was too good at scrutinizing details.

After cleaning the rust, lubricant needs to be added.

Zhao Weiguo carefully opened the oil tank cap, used a dropper to draw up lubricating oil, and then slowly dripped it into the sewing machine along the gears, bearings, and other parts, turning the machine twice after each drip.

The dripping of lubricating oil gradually made the originally dry parts smooth, producing a slight "sizzling" sound.

After he finished his work, Qian Jin handed him a cigarette: "Good job, Lao Zhao, you're a natural for this line of work. The repair shop will definitely shine in your hands from now on!"

No one doesn't like to hear good words.

Zhao Aiguo took a satisfying drag on his cigarette and said, "It's nothing, you just have to love what you do."

"Chief Qian, if you hand this business over to my buddies, we'll definitely have to make something of ourselves, otherwise those people at the People's Mobile Canteen will laugh their heads off!"

"And the female comrades from the People's Garment Factory," Qu Dongfang added, glancing up at the scene.

He studied the parts of the sewing machine, and basically every part he studied was scrapped, and almost all of them needed to be replaced and repaired.

In particular, the main shaft and feed rod of this sewing machine are completely unusable.

After thinking it over, Song Shouren still couldn't figure it out and said, "This shaft is too badly damaged; we can only sell it to a recycling center."

"Then let's not fix it." Qian Jin decided to scrap the broken machine.

As a result, Song Shouren, Zhao Jianguo and the others still had that stubborn streak: "This machine can be repaired. All that's missing now is the main shaft. The feeding linkage, rotary hook, feed shaft, lifting shaft and oil pump are all readily available."

"Yes, it can be fixed by replacing the spindle. Don't be fooled by the rust on the outer casing; once we fix it, it's almost like a new machine."

"We need to find a way to get one of its spindles, otherwise all these parts are just sitting idle, which is basically a waste..."

Song Shouren nodded and said, "Yes, this machine is like a person without arms and legs; it can't work properly without key parts."

Qian Jin was speechless for a moment.

Too lazy to go and find a separate spindle, since the hardware store didn't sell them, he simply noted down the brand and model of the sewing machine, went to the mall and bought the same model, and then took off the spindle himself...

This is truly a case of shooting oneself in the foot!

When the main shaft was brought back, cheers erupted.

"Commander Qian is really awesome!"

Such exclamations of praise continued unabated.

Qian Jin was delighted upon hearing this.

That's good, we still made a profit this time.

I bought a broken sewing machine for a little over a hundred yuan and then gained a lot of emotional value; it was a decent deal.

Emotional value is very valuable!
After replacing the main shaft, Song Shouren slapped his thigh excitedly: "Perfect! Chief Qian, you're amazing! The main shaft you found is a perfect match!"

The money must match the secret passage; now there's a sewing machine of the same model that has lost its spindle.

After installing the outer casing, Zhao Weiguo took a clean cloth and carefully wiped it.

He cleaned it very carefully, not missing a single stain. He treated this most dilapidated sewing machine with the best attitude, and in the end, it was spotless.

After wiping it, he checked the sewing machine again.

After doing all that, he looked up and smiled: "It should be fine."

Song Shouren immediately went up to start the sewing machine and began a trial run.

As usual, a piece of fabric is placed on the sewing machine, and then the pedal is gently pressed down, and the sewing machine immediately makes a "click-click-click" sound.

"How beautiful!" Zhao Jianguo slapped Song Shouren on the shoulder.

Song Shouren grinned.

The needle tip moved quickly across the fabric, the stitches were fine, and the stitches were even and tight.

The female team member watching nodded as she looked at the stitches on the fabric: "This sewing machine is very well repaired and runs smoothly."

Song Shouren and his companions were beaming with pride.

It gives you a great sense of accomplishment.

It's as if a labor shock brigade repaired this warehouse.

Qu Dongfang seized the opportunity to show off.

He picked up the cloth and showed it to the people around him: "The stitching on this sewing machine is not quite right. Look, I noticed that it's a little loose here."

"what happened?"

"It's probably a problem with the tension of the thread take-up spring."

The three of them worked together to make further adjustments.

The thread take-up spring has an adjustment knob, and Qu Dongfang gradually increases the elasticity of the thread take-up spring.

When the sewing machine was started again, the stitches were indeed tighter and neater.

Qian Jin clapped and exclaimed, "Awesome! Domineering! Invincible!"

What a bunch of drama queens!
But this kind of work can really increase team cohesion and morale.

After a busy day, the forty sewing machines were neatly arranged.

The entire warehouse was filled with a vibrant atmosphere.

Qian Jin liked this feeling.

Although everyone is busy and tired, they are full of expectations for the future.

This is different from the working class of the new century.

The main thing is to hope for something different.

Working people know that no matter how hard they work, they are still working for the boss; they are just beasts of burden.

One advantage now is that ordinary people genuinely believe they are the masters of their own destiny.

So even though life is tough now, and even though they know there are more difficulties to come, neither the mobile repair shop workers nor the members of the labor commando team are afraid.

Qian Jin likes this kind of environment.

(End of this chapter)