The second shipping sample of Roman fabric they sent out was not approved.
The customer's feedback was that the feel had been fixed, but after preshrinking, the fabric had stretched wider, and its weight per square meter had fallen below the acceptable range.
Jeff did not show up this time. He called and vented his anger, telling Ding Ding to find a solution quickly.
Jeff had no less money tied up in this order than Ding Ding did. Although the twenty tons of Roman fabric would ship in batches, to ensure consistent quality, all the specialty yarn needed for twenty tons of fabric had been bought and sent to the factory at once.
Now the shipping sample could not be approved, the bulk goods could not ship, and with the delivery deadline fast approaching, Jeff was distraught.
He was not the only one. Ding Ding was frustrated too.
Approval of a shipping sample took time as well-three or four days at the fastest. Letting things drag on like this really was no solution.
The atmosphere in the office had been heavy these past few days. Even Fang Yun had grown less talkative, spending all day asking online friends how to resolve something like this.
Of course, she did not get any useful answers.
The only one unaffected was Little Bai, who remained as cheerful as ever, except that when he ate with Ding Ding, he piled all his meat into Ding Ding's bowl.
"Eat your fill! No trouble!"
Only at times like these could Ding Ding's taut nerves relax for a moment.
"Eat it yourself, Little Bai." Ding Ding put the meat back in his bowl. "Your big brother's not in trouble."
They sent shipping samples twice more. After four or five runs through the machinery, the roll specifically selected