My Beloved Super Fierce Wife
Chapter 411 is called ’Petty

Chapter 411: 411 is called ’Petty

Yang Lao nodded and spoke, "Let’s follow Comrade Xiaolin’s suggestion. We’ll visit the industrial exhibition area first and take our time with the rest."

Everyone naturally agreed.

Having decided, the group headed towards the industrial exhibition area in front.

There were many people, and moving forward was quite slow. By the time they reached their destination, half an hour had passed.

The huge ’Industrial Exhibition Area’ sign was erected high up.

A few meters away, it was surrounded by layers of people both inside and out.

Faint voices could be heard from within.

"Don’t dawdle, move on quickly after you’ve seen it."

"The people behind you and other comrades are waiting, too. Are you wasting your own time?

No, it’s the time of all the worker comrades. Hurry up and look quickly, move on quickly after you’re done..."

Lin Tang was short and was squeezing through the crowd.

He was surrounded by heads on all sides.

She could only hear voices and couldn’t see anything.

She tugged at Qiao Cheng’s clothes beside her and asked, "Comrade Qiao, are they demonstrating the production process live in front?"

Qiao Cheng was standing on tiptoes, straining to peer through the crowd.

He felt someone tugging at him.

Looking down, he saw Lin Tang gazing up at him.

The little girl was encircled by the crowd, tiny like a clueless bunny among wolves, looking utterly adorable.

’Pfft...’

Qiao Cheng burst into laughter.

It wasn’t enough that he was laughing; he even said to Yang Lao, who had just noticed the two of them, "Master, doesn’t Lin Comrade look like a silly rabbit that’s entered a pack of wolves?"

Lin Tang: "..."

As soon as these words were spoken—

The surrounding people shot deadly glares at him.

Who are you calling wolves?

They were clearly the successors of the new era, the pillars of the motherland!

Lin Tang could obviously tell that this guy was mocking her for being short.

Her eyes lingered on Qiao Cheng, her smile tinged with a hint of coolness.

Qiao Cheng felt a shiver down his spine under the chilling scrutiny of everyone around him.

He awkwardly patted his mouth and apologized to the crowd.

"That... sorry, I misspoke."

Seeing that he admitted his mistake, the crowd collectively diverted their gazes.

Yang Lao noticed the young lady’s puffed cheeks and rapped Qiao Cheng’s forehead with a flick of his finger.

"Silly boy, no wonder you can’t find a wife in your twenties!"

Can you be so blunt when talking to a female comrade?!

Qiao Cheng scratched his head.

He didn’t understand why everyone was so sensitive; he was just making a metaphor.

Lin Tang cast a cool glance at Qiao Cheng.

Then, turning to Yang Lao, she smiled and said,

"Yang Lao, Comrade Qiao is tall and was completely engrossed in watching the production process, fully immersed in it.

With so many people attending the exhibition, there must be quite a few from our factory who, like me, didn’t see anything.

My suggestion is to let Comrade Qiao turn what he saw into written materials for everyone to study together. What do you think?"

Qiao Cheng’s smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

He looked at Lin Tang as if she was a little demon.

No way!

All his colleagues from the Technology Department knew making him write was torture.

Please, have mercy, woohoo.

"Master?" Qiao Cheng called out pitifully.

Yang Lao looked on, his expression gentle and composed, yet he said, "You should write it down. Didn’t you just say a good memory is no match for a bad pen? Now’s your chance to practice what you preach."

Lin Tang is no silly bunny, but a clever little fox.

It’s time for the apprentice to pay for his loose tongue.

Qiao Cheng: "..."

"Fine, I’ll write," he said, running his hands through his hair with a look of wistful resignation.

Lin Tang was satisfied.

To tell you the truth, she actually has a nickname, "Little Miss Petty."

The people at the Jinzhou Cotton Textile Factory quietly enjoyed the spectacle, seeing Qiao Cheng’s face instantly deflate, and couldn’t help but chuckle under their breath.

In their heads, they thought: The brat sure deserved a lesson in humility!

The "silly rabbit" incident passed quickly, and the people in front finally shuffled forward, slowly making their way.

Lin Tang and the others stepped forward.

In front of them was a concrete platform, several dozen meters in length and about half a man’s knee higher than the ground.

On the platform was a set of wool spinning equipment that included wool washing, carding, fine combing, and needle combing machines.

A worker was fervently demonstrating the production process.

The efficiency was indeed high!

The technicians in the front row stared intently at the machinery.

As if by opening their eyes wider, they could discern the internal structure of the machines.

"This machine’s efficiency is really high, it must be three times that of the ones in our factory, right?"

"Hiss! A threefold difference is no small gap."

"If only our factory had this kind of advanced equipment."

"Haha, Japan is as wary of us as if guarding against thieves. Under the guise of exchange and learning, they keep us at a distance—is this what they call exchange and learning?

Bullshit!

I just wish our country would hurry up and develop, to throw a few deserving slaps in the faces of these hypocrites."

The participants muttering under their breath, their eyes, however, were honestly glued to the machinery.

Wishing they could disassemble it right there and then.

Listening to the words of her peers, Lin Tang glanced at the equipment not too far away, and a flicker of light danced in her eyes.

Suddenly, Elder Yang spoke softly.

"Comrade Xiaolin, how do you think the machinery in our factory compares to this set?"

He did not look at Lin Tang as he asked the question, as if he was asking casually.

Lin Tang pulled herself out of her thoughts, turning to look his way.

The elder’s gaze was profound, showing no emotion.

She replied, "It needs improvement, but there is hope of surpassing."

The machinery in the factory had just been introduced not long ago, and its efficiency far surpassed that of other textile factories in the country.

But, compared to that nearby set from Japan, it was clearly inferior.

The machinery in the textile industry was being updated rapidly.

To be ahead in factories, provinces, and even the world, technological innovation was key.

Lin Tang vaguely remembered from future records that it took Zhonghua Country just a few short decades to go from self-sufficiency to being an exporter.

And it wasn’t just the textile industry—many industries followed the same pattern.

It wasn’t surprising, really.

The wisdom of the Zhonghua people had never been something to underestimate.

Given the right leverage, they were a terrify presence capable of lifting the entire Earth.

But back to the point.

Upon hearing Lin Tang’s response, Elder Yang withdrew his gaze to look at her.

Seeing the young woman’s confident demeanor, he laughed heartily, "I believe so too."

Billions of compatriots, forging ahead continuously, there would be a day of soaring high!

Even if they could not witness it, ensuring the younger generation was spared from humiliation would be enough.

The group had only taken a cursory look when a person standing at the edge suddenly spoke up.

This person, with a stern face and a hoarse voice, shouted, "If you’ve seen enough, then move on quickly, don’t waste time. The comrades behind are still waiting."

Currently, the people in the front row, led by Lin Tang and others, weren’t too close to the machinery.

Even if they stood on tiptoes and leaned forward, it was hard to make out much.

Qiao Cheng immediately felt dissatisfied.

He spoke up defiantly, "We’ve just arrived, haven’t we? Isn’t this supposed to be for exchange and learning? How can we exchange and learn if we can’t even see clearly?"

Most of those who had come to attend the exposition were the technical elite from the factories.

Not to mention their high status, they were also highly respected.

Being hurried along like cattle was naturally uncomfortable.

As soon as Qiao Cheng finished speaking, someone else chimed in.

"This comrade is right, we can’t see anything clearly, and you’re still hurrying us along—is this your way of preventing us from learning? If that’s the case, then why bother displaying the machinery at all?"