My Beloved Super Fierce Wife
Chapter 522 Melody Carved into DNA (Additional updates)

Chapter 522: 522 Melody Carved into DNA (Additional updates)

"Ah!!! We did it." Qiao Cheng excitedly hugged a male comrade, shouting with joy.

The male comrade, equally stirred, hugged Qiao Cheng back, tears brimming in his eyes.

"We succeeded, this is fantastic! Who says we can’t have our own machines? Here it is, isn’t it?!"

As these words were spoken, the crowd’s mood varied, some were excited and proud, others bittersweet and complex.

Until—

Old Yang’s eyes fixed on the red flag hung inside the factory building as his aged yet steadfast voice echoed gently.

"Arise, ye who refuse to be slaves; with our very flesh and blood, let us build a new Great Wall..."

He had barely sung one line when the noisy factory fell silent.

Everyone began to sing in unison.

Lin Tang could hardly bear such a scene; she sang along, but her eyes couldn’t stop tearing up.

She remembered in the future, when she saved money for a long time to go to the Capital specifically to see the flag-raising ceremony.

At dawn’s early light, dark-skinned, strong-bodied soldiers holding the five-starred red flag, tens of thousands singing that melody engrained in their DNA...

That powerful scene made her cry uncontrollably.

At this moment, it felt as though two worlds overlapped, and Lin Tang’s emotions were beyond description.

After the national anthem was over, the atmosphere turned somewhat silent for a while.

It took some time before Old Yang was the first to break the quiet.

"Comrades, you’ve all done brilliantly! We have turned in such an answer for our country, justified the time and sweat; everyone has worked hard.

Particularly our female comrades represented by Comrade Ling Lei and Comrade Lin Tang, juggling household duties and work at the Technology Department, indeed it has been tough.

Going forward, everyone will take turns to rest for a few days, spend some time with your families. Work is important, but so is home."

Because he was too busy with work, he had no time to take care of his family, and his relationship with his wife and children had become like an ice chasm.

Knowing how unpleasant this feeling was, he would allow everyone to rest in turns after each project was completed.

Ling Lei was a woman who held her own among men, more formidable than any iron lady.

She never complained while tackling dirty and tiring tasks.

Hearing this, she proudly responded, "...it’s what we should do."

Thinking that she could rest for a few days soon, Ling Lei was very happy, planning the things she wanted to do in the coming days in her mind.

Taking Wen Chang out for a stroll, tutoring Wen Xue and Wen Jing, and by the way, visiting her family...

There was much to do.

Old Yang knew about Ling Lei’s family situation and admired this woman of steel greatly.

He planned to apply for an additional project bonus.

One shouldn’t just take from people, appropriate rewards must be given.

Having secured the fully automated warp knitting machine, Old Yang was in high spirits.

He could say he had not let his leaders down!

Thinking about the next steps for the warp knitting machine, Old Yang informed everyone and headed back to his office.

Without even taking time for a sip of water, he rapidly dialed the phone to Jing City.

At that moment, in a spacious and bright office in Jing City.

Jing Yin, listening to the Secretary’s work report, furrowed his brow, displeasure flashing in his eyes.

"Wozi Country really can’t be shown any kindness."

Their duplicity and shamelessness were what he was referring to.

No wonder Emperor Kangxi had such thoughts about Wozi Country.

"Wozi Country, most infamous for its fickleness. Its people, extremely despicable, unaware of the concepts of grace and righteousness in this world, merely intimidated by military might... Therefore, one should never show them the slightest kindness."

He nodded in agreement!

Emperor Kangxi was indeed Emperor Kangxi, his judgment was incisive.

The Secretary also had no good feelings for Wozi Country, but seeing the usually meticulous leader swearing, their expression was slightly disillusioned.

Jing Yin suppressed the anger rising within him, regaining his usual scholarly demeanor.

"Tell the negotiation team, we won’t indulge them; that’s the condition, take it or leave it..."

Seeing his leader displeased, the Secretary acknowledged the command and immediately went out to relay the message.

The office quieted down.

Jing Yin massaged his forehead, letting out a sigh.

Just then, the telephone rang abruptly.

Jing Yin reached for the receiver, "Hello?"

Whatever the person on the other end said made him stand up sharply.

The tone was one of surprise.

"Done? Are you sure?"

After a while, Jing Yin burst into laughter.

"You comrades have worked hard. I’ll visit in a few days, take care of yourselves!"

After hanging up, he straightened his clothes, walked out from behind the desk with a triumphant air, and left the office.

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After the completion of the fully automated warp knitting machine, the Textile Factory Technology Department became the focus of attention.

Following Lin Tang’s transfer to the Technology Department, she once again became the center of conversation throughout the factory.

The building of the Technology Department sported a brightly colored banner, quite eye-catching.

’Warmly celebrates the successful trial manufacturing of the Textile Factory Technology Department’s fully automated warp knitting machine’—

The latest bulletin board was immediately updated with news about the warp knitting machine.

Lin Tang used to handle the bulletin board, always putting her heart into it; every day people would purposely come out from the workshop just to gather and read.

Ever since the Broadcasting Station transferred the task to Min Feiying, who had ugly handwriting, there was a chorus of complaints in the factory.

Today was no different.

During the break, workers from the workshop came out to stretch their legs, instinctively ambling over to the bulletin board.

Seeing the uninspired content and the scrawls that looked like a dog’s scratching, they grew disgruntled.

"What’s happened to the bulletin board? Is this issue taken seriously at all?"

Zhen Meili formed the habit of coming here every day to learn since her name appeared on the bulletin board.

The drawings and handwriting by Lin Tang were what she aspired to emulate.

But now...

What in the world was this?

Liu Ying from Production Group One watched with a furrowed brow, "Truly hard to read; if not aesthetically, at least make the writing tidy."

Chai Jia, also from Production Group One, crossed her arms and scoffed.

"The bulletin board is the face of our factory, and if the face looks like this, I have nothing to say..."

The others agreed with the three of them.

They criticized this issue of the bulletin board as completely worthless.

In the heat, Min Feiying, who had slacked off to buy a popsicle, walked towards the Broadcasting Station in a good mood.

Passing by the bulletin board, she overheard the criticism of her work and her face immediately darkened.

After finishing the last bite of her popsicle, she carelessly threw the stick on the ground.

Min Feiying said coldly, "If you’re so great, do it yourselves then. If you’re incapable, don’t blabber nonsensically in front of me; it’s easy to talk without bearing the responsibility."

Zhen Meili, seeing her so defiant, looked a bit displeased.

"Comrade Min, the bulletin board is for everyone, and it’s normal for people to make suggestions. You don’t need to be so sensitive."

Min Feiying rolled her eyes, "It’s not about you, so of course, you’re not sensitive.

What if everyone said the work you’re responsible for is a pile of dog shit? Would you still be able to speak so nicely?"

Zhen Meili, who always took things seriously, pondered this seriously before responding.

"If everyone says I’m not good, I would first introspect. If it’s true, I would improve; if it’s unwarranted, I would argue based on reason."

She stated her point of view sincerely.

Min Feiying, accustomed to capriciousness, sneered at her response.

"What you do is none of my business; I’m not your supervisor. I have absolutely no interest in your work."