Reborn in 1977, I will no longer be my brother's blood bag.

The inspector pulled the first window latch out of the box.

The latch got stuck halfway down.

The second one has the hole positioned incorrectly.

The third one couldn't even fit the sample.

Ma Chunlan's smile vanished instantly.

The purchasing staff put the samples back into the box.

"How am I supposed to pull this?"

Guo Cheng opened a fountain pen at high altitude.

"never mind."

"If we keep going like this, we won't even be able to keep all three thousand sets."

Ma Chunlan pressed down on the agreement.

"Wait another half hour."

"I've been waiting this morning."

"Twenty minutes."

Guo Chenghai looked up at her.

"Chunlan, I'm going to lay out the unpleasant truths upfront."

"Once the twenty minutes are up, there's no way anyone can stop this."

The workshop staff quickly learned that the sample had failed.

The female worker, who had just sat down, took off her gloves.

The repairman pushed the toolbox against the wall.

"I told you long ago, the results from foot pedal devices are inaccurate."

The workshop director's voice became hoarse from shouting.

"It worked fine when I tried it this morning, so why is it all crooked after I installed it?"

Lin Xiuhe took out two stamping sheets from the returned box.

One was dark in color and had old scratches on its edges.

The other one has a shiny iron surface and was made not long ago.

She stacked the two together.

The holes are offset by half a finger.

Who put these two batches together?

The warehouse worker squeezed through the crowd from the back.

Her face turned red first.

"They were all moved out of warehouse number two this morning."

Ma Chunlan suddenly turned her head.

"Warehouse number two contains the previous batch of older specifications!"

The warehouse clerk was so anxious that he kept waving his hands.

"The two baskets were too close together, and the labels fell off."

"I figured they were about the same size, so I had them all moved together."

The workshop director snatched the old material away.

"Does it look about the same to you?"

"If this were actually given out, the department store could be on par with yours?"

Guo Chenghai held the pen, the nib already touching the agreement.

The arguments in the workshop grew louder and louder.

Lin Xiuhe threw the old materials into the empty basket.

"Don't argue."

"Move all the old materials out."

"The new material baskets are tied with red cloth."

"Before starting assembly, use a sample for comparison."

She looked at the workshop director.

"How much time is left?"

The workshop director looked up at the clock.

"Seventeen minutes."

"There's still time."

Ma Chunlan grabbed a roll of red cloth.

"Everyone from the warehouse, follow me!"

Several female workers followed her and ran towards the back warehouse.

The incorrectly assembled finished product was disassembled again.

Baskets of new materials were carried out one by one, and red cloth strips were quickly tied to the edges of the baskets.

Inside the yard, the truck driver had already thrown away his cigarette butt and reached for the truck door.

The purchasing manager picked up the order transfer agreement.

"I can't wait any longer."

Guo Chenghai gripped the pen tightly.

Just as the pen touched the ground, a shout suddenly came from the workshop entrance.

"Director Guo, don't sign yet!"

Two female workers ran in carrying a wooden crate.

The workshop director, panting heavily, followed behind.

"One hundred sets, all complete!"

The wooden crate landed on the table.

The inspector took samples on the spot.

The first one, buttoned into the template.

The second one closed as well.

He pulled a few more from the bottom of the box.

All of them are usable.

The workshop director picked up one of them and pushed it back and forth twice.

"It really worked."

The repairman who had been complaining about the inaccuracy of the pedal equipment also came over.

He flipped through the stamping sheet, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"It's really not about the pedal equipment."

The warehouse clerk stood by the door, his head almost buried in his collar.

"I mixed the new materials and the old materials together."

The female workers in the assembly team have already picked up the finished product boxes.

"What are you still standing there for?"

"The truck hasn't even left yet, hurry up and load it up!"

Another worker carried the empty box, running and shouting:

"We spent the whole morning fiddling with that parked car."

"When Engineer Lin arrived, he first counted the baskets, then the people."

"Look, the goods are out now!"

The person next to him took the box.

"That's why they're from the Beijing Research Institute."

"We're just waiting, but she can find a way out for you first."

Ma Chunlan was still urging:

"Stop talking and get your hands busy!"

But she couldn't suppress the smile on her face.

The purchasing officials then randomly selected more than a dozen sets.

Finally, he took the transfer agreement from Guo Chenghai's hands.

"Deliver another thousand sets by tomorrow afternoon."

"We can deliver the orders; the remaining orders will remain at the Hongxing Factory."

The courtyard suddenly became lively.

The truck driver closed the door again and went around to the back to lower the barrier.

Boxes of finished products were loaded onto the truck.

Guo Chenghai stood at the office door.

He glanced at the people loading the truck, then at the production order in his hand.

The wrinkles on his face had just smoothed out when they wrinkled back up.

"I managed to get this box today."

"What about the thousand sets tomorrow afternoon?"

Ma Chunlan's smile faded somewhat.

"Can we continue with this schedule today?"

Lin Xiuhe opened the notebook she had just written down.

"We can keep going."

"But with the factory's current production capacity, it's not enough to make 20,000 sets in five days."

Guo Chenghai walked back.

"How much difference?"

"The machine that was taken out of service cannot be restored in a short period of time."

"With one machine left, plus the foot pedal equipment and existing semi-finished products, we can ensure that we can produce a thousand sets tomorrow."

"The gap is still there."

Ma Chunlan hurriedly asked:

"What should we do then?"

Lin Xiuhe spread the notebook out on the table.

"Assembly and final inspection will remain at your factory."

"For the part that's most stalled, we'll find a nearby factory with the necessary capabilities for temporary collaboration."

Guo Chenghai frowned.

"Should we outsource the work?"

"Give it a portion."

"They all transferred it away, and the orders became someone else's."

"You're keeping it all in your hands, but you can't hand it over."

Ma Chunlan drew a line on the notebook with a pencil.

"There are two repair and maintenance teams near Linzhou that can take on this job."

There is also a small hardware factory in the county.

Guo Chenghai looked at her.

Why should someone let you cut in line?

"So the Light Industry Bureau has to step in."

Lin Xiuhe took out the application from yesterday.

"Please write down today's production volume, shortage, and delivery deadline clearly."

"The bureau coordinated temporary cooperation."

"Hongxing Factory is responsible for materials, acceptance, and final assembly, and the accounts are also handled by the factory."

Guo Chenghai asked:

"Aren't you staying?"

"I'll get the numbers right today."

Lin Xiuhe closed the notebook.

"Please send the application to higher authorities; I need to get back to Beijing as soon as possible."

Ma Chunlan's lips moved.

"What if the bureau makes us wait again after you leave?"

"Today's record has the department store's signature and your factory's stamp."

"We need to deliver another thousand sets tomorrow afternoon."

"This is not something that can be dragged out with a simple 'let's look into it some more'."

The purchasing manager was standing at the door.

Upon hearing this, he turned around and added:

"Submit the application and include my name."

"If orders really stop, I'll still get scolded when I go back."

Ma Chunlan immediately pushed the paper over.

"Then sign it now."

The purchasing manager glared at her.

"You know how to take advantage of a situation."

"Everyone's here, so you don't have to go back and say you didn't see them."

The purchasing manager took the pen and signed the delivery instructions.

Guo Chenghai opened the drawer, folded the transfer agreement, and stuffed it inside.

He then took out the official seal and stamped it on Lin Xiuhe's research record.

The red seal landed firmly on the paper.

"Where's the accountant?"

The accountant rushed in carrying the ledgers.

"Factory manager."

"Please give Engineer Lin a clear list of how many people we used today, how many we need for outsourcing, and how the night shift is calculated."

Guo Chenghai shouted again towards the warehouse:

"Make sure I clearly distinguish between the old and new accounts."

"Don't put everything in one basket!"

The warehouse clerk responded at the door, his face turning even redder.

Guo Chenghai pushed the research booklet towards Lin Xiuhe.

"Forest worker."

"Write down the gap clearly."

"This time I'll personally deliver it to the station."

Ma Chunlan listened with amusement.

"You were just a young comrade a moment ago, and now you're calling me Engineer Lin?"

Guo Chenghai had a stern face.

"She can leave the order with me, so what's wrong with me calling out to Engineer Lin?"

"If you had that skill, I'd call you that too."

Ma Chunlan crossed her arms.

"Then call me Director Ma first, and I'll see if it sounds right to me."

"Stop trying to take advantage of the situation."

Several workers nearby laughed.

The accountant quickly finished calculating the accounts.

Even after accounting for temporary collaborations, night shifts, and material losses, the factory will still have nearly 1,200 yuan left after completing this batch of orders.

Ma Chunlan took the form and looked at the last line first.

She handed the paper to Lin Xiuhe.

"One thousand and two."

"You asked me yesterday whether this batch of goods is still worth protecting."

"This time I don't need to vouch for it, right?"

Lin Xiuhe took the paper.

Outsourcing fees, labor costs, and material expenses are all clearly listed.

The projected profit at the bottom was circled in red by the accountant.

1200 yuan.

The phone in the factory office suddenly rang.

The operator ran to the door.

"Mr. Lin, it's a call from Linzhou."

"Officer Fang said the Beijing Research Institute is looking for you."

Lin Xiuhe walked over and picked up the microphone.

Zheng's voice came through the phone.

"You're quite fast."

The sound of pages turning came from the other end of the phone.

"Sun's report had just been placed on the table when you arrived at the Hongxing Factory."

Lin Xiuhe looked out the window.

The department store's delivery truck is still parked in the yard.

Workers are loading the last few boxes of window latches onto the truck.

"I'm conducting the planned local research."

"You can tell the director this yourself when you get back."

There was a crackling sound in the telephone line.

"Don't accept any new assignments."

"Come back as soon as you've dealt with things in Linzhou."

"The director wants to see you."

In Lin Xiuhe's hand, on one side, was a research record stamped with a red seal.

On the other side was the bill that circled a profit of 1,200 yuan.