Chapter seven hundred and seventy seventh textile machine(2/2)
"Just kidding..." Nie Canglong rolled his eyes, "What is smooth is the texture of other people's silk. Does it have anything to do with the craftsmanship?"
"Of course it's related..." The girl gave the man a blank look, "Do you know what silk reel means?"
"Depth processing..." Nie Canglong didn't know much about this. He usually recruited female workers about this textile factory. Although Nie Canglong often had trouble and had nothing to do, he didn't think about working in a textile factory. First, a man worked in a textile factory, and it was hard to say about his face. Second, he had never heard of recruiting temporary workers in this textile factory. Even if there were, it was very rare.
"Yes, it's deep processing..." the girl nodded, "Only deep processing silk can have this smooth texture. Do you understand?"
"I understand..." Nie Canglong nodded. In fact, he was still confused, but he had no intention of understanding this thing. Men farming, women weaving, and textiles have been done by women since ancient times. It would be useless for him, a man to understand this.
"Duoduo processing, each person has ten sets of them. If they are dirty, throw them away and then change to new ones..." The girl watched a lot of clothes spray out from the outlet, and her eyes were so excited that she shone.
"Xiaojun, I have to say that you have the style of a nouveau riche..." Nie Canglong sighed and said.
"I'm a nouveau riche..." The girl curled her lips, "I tell you, I've never seen any big money since I was a child, such as clothes, all wearing the rest of my sister and the others. I'm so pitiful that you know, do you understand?"
"I don't understand..." Nie Canglong rolled his eyes, "Will you betray you if you say this? You are a second-generation official, may you wear the remaining clothes your sister wears?"
"Why can't it be?" The girl was displeased. "I tell you, my dad never moved his money from the public to his own pocket. He was paid for his own salary. He had three children at home, so it would be great if he could starve us to death. He was still counting on him to buy us new clothes?"
Chapter completed!