Garment Factory

The director of the Garment Factory was a man in his fifties. He personally led them around. "Don't let the factory buildings fool you—they look a little old and a little small, but even a sparrow may be small yet have all its vital organs. We have everything you could need. Look, this is the warehouse, this is the accessories warehouse, this is the fabric warehouse, and this is the finished-goods warehouse."

"This is the workshop. It covers five hundred square meters. Over there is the finishing section, which covers three hundred square meters. Cutting, buttonholes, sewing on buttons, trimming loose threads, pressing, quality inspection, and so on are all handled there."

Jiang Xia walked into the workshop to take a look.

Sewing machines stood one after another throughout the workshop.

She casually picked one and tested it. It was broken.

She tried another one. That one was broken too.

The director immediately said, "These sewing machines only have some minor problems. Get a technician to repair them, and they'll absolutely last another eight or ten years. You know, machines are bound to develop some minor problems after being used for a long time. But they're all small issues and can be fixed. This one, for instance, only needs its belt replaced."

The Garment Factory was indeed old. The buildings being old was no problem; they could be renovated. Its small size was no problem either. She didn't have enough money right now to take over a large factory.

The biggest problems were that there was too much inventory, the equipment was too old, and many of the sewing machines were broken—practically ready to be scrapped.

Jiang Xia tried several more sewing machines. Almost all of them had problems of one sort or another.

Jiang Xia said, "These sewing machines