Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

Upon entering the warehouse, Liang Jiajun stood at the door, his brows furrowed tightly, and glanced around with disgust.

"The light was too dim; you couldn't even see the color of the fur."

"The temperature is also not good. The ground is too damp, and the leather panels will easily get moldy if left here for a long time."

He muttered to himself as he handed the exquisite thermos to Ah Kang behind him.

"But let's make do for now. Anyway, I'm just showing you newbies around."

He snorted, turned around and walked to the row of rather simple wooden shelves, casually pulled out a gray squirrel skin, and shook it out perfunctorily to take a look.

Upon that glance, the nonchalance on his face noticeably faded.

He lowered his head, twirled the woolen blanket with his long, slender fingers, and pressed his thumb firmly against the leather, feeling its resilience. His movements were more serious than before.

He looked up and glanced at Liang Tiejun casually.

"Where did you get all this leather? It's high quality!"

He casually twirled the fur on his fingertips, his tone tentative.

"This quality of squirrel fur is a hot commodity even in the Soviet Union. Your small factory must have some impressive distribution channels."

Upon hearing this, Liang Tiejun glanced at Zhao Shanhe, a smile finally appearing on his face, and replied with a hint of pride.

"We have our own channels. Everyone really did a lot of work and went through a lot of hardship to raise the funds for the factory."

Seeing that Liang Tiejun spoke so shrewdly, Liang Jiajun snorted coldly, clearly feeling somewhat displeased that he hadn't gotten the information he wanted.

"The most important first step in processing fur is to examine the hide. If you can't understand the base, everything else is a waste of time."

As he spoke, he lifted the card in his left hand upwards.

"This piece has a thick, plush texture and fine board quality; it can be used as a whole piece of material."

He flicked the card to the side with his right hand, and with a thud, the leather was thrown onto the dusty cement floor like a rag.

"This one won't do. The fur is sparse and stiff, and there's a piece missing from the back. It's a complete defective product. Just throw it away; don't leave it taking up space on the shelf."

Zhao Shanhe had been standing silently to the side with his arms crossed until this moment. He walked over with a sullen face, bent down and picked up the piece of leather that had been thrown on the muddy ground, carefully brushing off the dust.

"Why can't it work?"

The warehouse fell into a deathly silence; you could hear even your own breathing.

Liang Jiajun turned his head and looked at Zhao Shanhe, his expression clearly darkening.

"Director Zhao, I hope you can refrain from speaking while I'm teaching. This is the least you can do to show respect to a professional."

I think you're wrong.

"Did you say something wrong?"

Liang Jiajun nodded, as if he had heard a joke, and laughed in exasperation.

"Okay. Then I'd like to hear your professional opinion."

Zhao Shanhe pressed his fingers down on the lower back of the leather piece, then ran them along the rough texture. His voice was soft, but each word was firm and resolute.

"You said it wouldn't do because its fur is sparse and stiff, and it's missing a piece from its lower back. But you didn't even ask what we wanted to process it into, and you just said it's worthless?"

"The fur is sparse, which is relative to the large surface area of ​​the whole piece of material. But the guard hairs are short and the underfur is thick. This kind of leather is very tough and is the most wear-resistant for making hat trim. It won't lose its shape even if it's exposed to wind and rain."

He pressed his finger against the notch again.

"The board is hard because this gray squirrel is old; only old fur has this gripping quality. So what if there's a piece missing from the back? As long as the knife work is meticulous, following the grain of the fur to avoid that piece, and breaking it into three sections, which section can't be cut into it? By taking advantage of its strengths and compensating for its weaknesses, it can still be a good piece that can fetch a lot of money."

Zhao Shanhe's tone grew increasingly somber, revealing a suppressed anger.

"You don't ask what it's for, you don't look at where it's used, you just rely on your so-called discernment to see if it can be used for large items, and if it's not good enough, you throw it aside. How can you waste things like that?"

Liang Jiajun's face turned ugly after hearing what he said; his lips tightened, and his eyes were almost spitting out anger.

"Director Zhao, let me ask you, are you the expert, or am I?"

Zhao Shanhe put the leather back on the shelf, his movements very light, his tone still calm.

"You're the expert. So, I'll follow your instructions on how to turn the machine on and how to adjust it."

"But I, Zhao Shanhe, collected these hides piece by piece. I know which hides can be used for the whole piece, which can only be used to make small pieces, and which can be used sparingly even for the edges."

"Did you accept it?"

A flicker of surprise crossed Liang Jiajun's eyes: "Aren't you the factory manager?"

"I became the director of the Hongxing Factory a few days ago. Before that, I made a living by doing this."

"No wonder he's so vulgar, he's just a stinking peasant."

Liang Jiajun sneered, his contempt completely undisguised.

"Your leaders are really something else, appointing a farmer to manage a factory? No wonder they don't even know what proper waste is, and they're wasting their breath on this garbage material."

"Say it again!"

Wang Daikui took a sudden step forward, his anger reaching its peak, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

Zhao Shanhe raised his hand and blocked his chest.

"stop."

The voice wasn't loud, but Wang Daikui abruptly stopped.

The warehouse fell silent.

Zhao Shanhe then looked up at Liang Jiajun, his face expressionless.

"Mr. Liang, I've remembered what you said."

"Didn't you come here to teach the machines?"

"Then let's explain the machine clearly first."

"We'll talk about the rest later."

Liang Jiajun's expression turned even uglier.

He gave a cold snort, turned around and walked to the front of the machine, raising his hand and deftly turning on the switch.

"Buzz—"

The machine emitted a deep roar, and the side cooling fan began to whir.

The warehouse fell silent, with only the echoing roar of the machines.

Liang Jiajun didn't rush to deliver the leather; instead, he bent down, his movements slow but extremely skillful.

His long, slender fingers moved up and down on the several complex knobs on the side, adjusting them one by one.

"Look closely. This thing isn't hard to operate. The difficult part is adjusting it, getting the person and the machine into one."

"The force of the roller, the depth of the blade into the skin, and the tightness of the feed—even the slightest difference will result in something that isn't good; it will be scrap."

As he spoke, he took the piece of leather that he considered good and slowly inserted it into the narrow machine opening.

The people in the warehouse even breathed softly.

"You can't let your hands shake, and you can't force the material in. You have to pay attention to the vibrations of the machine."

"The same principle applies to feeding machines as it does to humans; you have to go along with their habits for them to produce good results."

As soon as he finished speaking, the skin was slowly expelled from the other end.

The moment the leather was unfolded, the entire room fell silent.

The edges were neatened, the board was evened out, and the previously messy fuzz now looked as if it had been carefully combed. Compared to before, it was noticeably different.

That's the texture achieved through top-notch craftsmanship.

Zhu Zi's eyes lit up like light bulbs, and he blurted out: "Holy shit—"

Before he could finish speaking, Old Xu slapped him on the back of the head: Shut up, look!

Wang Daikui also took half a step forward, stared at the leather for a couple of seconds, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything in the end.

Liang Jiajun picked up the treated leather, shook it gently, and finally his tone carried a hint of arrogance that came with true expertise.

"This is the kind of material that can be used for downstream processing; this is the kind of material that can be made into top-quality ready-to-wear garments."

"Whether you're making a hat trim, a collar, or the whole fabric, if the beginning isn't right, the rest is all nonsense. No matter how good the material is, it's a waste in the hands of a slacker."

After Liang Jiajun finished speaking, he draped the leather over the shelf, his eyes filled with a condescending provocation, and then glanced at Zhao Shanhe.

"So, Director Zhao, whether you can identify the quality of materials is one thing. Whether you can actually manufacture them is another."

"The difference between how the leather looks before going into the machine and how it comes out is significant. Ultimately, professional skills are best handled by professionals."

Just as Liang Jiajun was about to pull out the second skin, he suddenly paused.

He seemed to suddenly remember something important, raised his hand to pull aside his cuff and glanced at the shiny imported watch, his brow furrowing slightly.

"I almost forgot."

Everyone in the warehouse was stunned for a moment, craning their necks to see the second picture.

Liang Jiajun slowly pulled the white gloves down a little.

"I have an appointment in town tonight, and it's almost time."

"I need to buy something first; I can't go there empty-handed."

After those words were spoken, the warehouse fell into a deathly silence.

Zhu Zi's eyes were still shining. After a couple of seconds of stunned silence, he blurted out: "That's it?"

Liang Jiajun glanced at him sideways.

"What else? Let's leave it at that for today."

"What I just demonstrated is enough for you guys to digest for a while. Don't bite off more than you can chew. I'll continue tomorrow when I'm in a better mood."

Wang Daikui's face immediately turned ashen. He took a sudden step forward, his anger rising to his head.

"Hey, Mr. Liang, what do you mean by this?"

"You've left over twenty of us hanging here all morning, and after standing here for such a short time, before we've even warmed up our hands, you're already leaving?"

"What do you take the Red Star Factory for? Are you trying to make fun of us brothers?!"

Liang Jiajun frowned, his expression darkening, and his voice betrayed his impatience.

"Master Wang, if you don't understand my affairs, then you should refrain from interfering. How I arrange my time is my business, and it's written in the contract."

"How much of what you listen to is up to you; what does it have to do with me?"

"Xiao Wang."

Xiao Wang was squatting by the door, panting, when he heard this and was startled. He then instinctively stood up straight.

"Oh, Mr. Liang."

"Come out with me."

Liang Jiajun spoke in a flat tone.

"Come with me to the city first. I need to pick out a good bottle of wine and buy some decent gifts along the way. The roads here are terrible, so drive slowly. I don't want to get a stomachache from all the jolting."

Xiao Wang glanced at Liang Tiejun subconsciously, then looked at Zhao Shanhe for help, his face filled with bewilderment and frustration.

He really didn't expect that he would have to go to the city again so soon after he entered the house and before he could even settle down.

But Liang Jiajun had already looked away and had no intention of discussing it with him.

Assistant A-Kang, standing beside him, immediately and expertly handed over the thermos, casually tucking the heavy leather bag under his arm, his arrogant, domineering attitude returning.

"Take the cup! And that silk scarf from earlier, keep a close eye on it, you can't afford to pay for it if you leave it in the car!"

Xiao Wang opened his mouth, but his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton. In the end, he lowered his head and responded.

He quickly tucked the pile of things back into his arms and followed behind Liang Jiajun.

There was a moment of deathly silence in the warehouse; the air seemed to freeze.

Liang Tiejun stood there, his face twitching violently, his hands clenched tightly behind his back, his nails digging into his flesh.

Zhang Dafa's face had turned completely black, and his cheek was clenched so tightly that it was sunken in.

Liang Jiajun, however, acted as if nothing had happened and turned to walk out.

"Don't touch the machine yet. This thing is very valuable. You can't afford to repair it if you break it."

After saying that, he lifted the curtain and left the warehouse.