It was noon, 12 PM, in Danguo.
Jiang Nanfang made a phone call, giving a few instructions, and soon, they arrived at the dock.
Several employees responsible for loading the containers were still waiting.
Jiang Nanfang found the person in charge and told them to pull all the products back to the warehouse, call a few colleagues over, and work overtime together to remove the packaging and outer shells, preparing to replace them with new ones.
"Is this President Zhan's instruction?"
Everyone was not familiar with Jiang Nanfang and dared not take responsibility.
"Yes. I'll take responsibility if something goes wrong."
With someone to back them up, soon, everyone from the warehouse and logistics department arrived, and they began to dismantle the packaging with a clatter.
After arranging this side, they still had to arrange another fifteen thousand units.
Jiang Nanfang hadn't kept the contact information of the person in charge when inspecting the samples at the factory, so she had to take a taxi to the factory.
Fortunately, knowing that the products had problems, the factory was working overtime overnight, and the person in charge had not yet gotten off work at this hour.
Jiang Nanfang entered and urgently stopped the current production line.
She asked for the original stock PVC material to be taken out to make new outer shells.
Then, she instructed all the workers on the assembly line to stop production and go to the warehouse to dismantle the existing packaging and outer shells.
Everyone knew there was a problem with the products. Seeing the chief designer giving such instructions, they quickly went to work overnight.
Due to the tight deadline, replacing the new outer shells also took a long time.
Many hands make light work. After arranging everyone, Jiang Nanfang did not go back to rest but worked diligently with them.
After a sleepless night, by the next morning, five thousand products had finally been dismantled.
At the same time, after seven hours, at 9 AM, the reserve outer shells shipped directly from Danguo also arrived.
Jiang Nanfang sent someone to get the items, and everyone immediately started installing the new outer shells.
The factory manager was very surprised.
"Aren't these new products? Why are there spare outer shells? Where did Engineer Jiang get them?"
Jiang Nanfang said, "This product is an extension of one of my previous works."
"The internal structure is different, but the appearance is largely the same, so the outer shells are interchangeable. Since that place had stopped production due to the epidemic, and there were still ten thousand units in stock, I asked someone to send them over overnight."
"Install these first, and then ship them to the customer. After these twenty thousand units are all done, we can produce more later and return them to them."
Thank heavens, there was such a good thing! The manager breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's a good thing you have connections, otherwise we would be in big trouble this time."
"Everyone is counting on this batch of products to get their year-end bonuses. We thought it was all gone, but now it seems there is still hope."
There must be hope.
Looking at the workers who worked tirelessly for their meager monthly salaries.
Jiang Nanfang said with conviction,
"Don't worry, I will do my best for your year-end bonuses."
Everyone worked on assembly tirelessly, only managing to assemble over 400 units per hour.
At this rate, even working 24 hours non-stop, it would take over two days to assemble 20,000 units.
There was still time needed for loading and transportation, so no matter what, time was not enough.
Jiang Nanfang asked the factory manager to find more people to help.
The manager urgently transferred 200 workers from another branch factory.
Fortunately, with five hundred people working together, they worked until 8 PM, and 10,000 units were finally assembled.
The newly produced outer shells after replacing the PVC material had already reached over 4,000 units, and production could seamlessly continue.
Everything finally returned to normal.
Just as Jiang Nanfang was about to breathe a sigh of relief, bad news came from the dock.
A typhoon was expected to make landfall in Shenzhen within the next ten hours, the dock there would suspend operations, and they could not ship the goods today.
The manager panicked again.
"What should we do? Water transportation is already slow, and if we delay shipping for another day, won't it be the same as not working overtime?"
Jiang Nanfang became anxious too and could only call Ah Zhong.
"When signing the contract with the customer, whose fault is it if the delivery is delayed due to weather or irreversible factors?"
Ah Zhong replied, "It's ours."
"The client is king now. To compete for customers, the supplier makes many promises. We are no exception."
"Then, before the typhoon arrives, ask Zhan Beijue to arrange for a plane to air freight the goods."
Ah Zhong quickly reported the situation to Zhan Beijue, saying that 10,000 units had been re-produced and could be air freighted.
Zhan Beijue was prepared to compensate the customer and expected Vice President Gao to handle it, but he did not expect the matter to be resolved before the person even arrived.
"Ten thousand units have been re-produced? Are you sure you heard correctly?"
"Yes. Engineer Jiang personally called me. She has been busy at the factory for 40 hours without rest and just finished."
"If I remember correctly, the factory has a total of 16 stamping machines. Calculated altogether, the output for eight hours is only around two thousand units. How could she possibly re-produce 10,000 units in such a short time?"
"I don't know. Shall I go and check in person?"
Of course.
Zhan Beijue pushed aside the documents in front of him and stood up.
40 hours without rest?
Jiang Nanfang had only been out of the hospital for a few days, and he hadn't paid her a single penny.
He didn't believe she would be so kind as to work herself to death for Zhan Corporation.
"Ask the finance department to allocate 50,000 yuan for you. In any case, everyone has worked hard these past two days. Cash is fine, or buying gifts to express appreciation is also fine. When you get there, give them some benefits."
Ah Zhong quickly went downstairs to get the car, and soon, the two arrived at the factory.
At the factory entrance, Zhan Beijue was invigorated by what he saw.
Products with the Grei Electric logo were neatly stacked on pallets, filling the factory yard.
Over two hundred employees, lined up in seven rows, wearing gloves and work clothes, were ready for the upcoming loading.
Jiang Nanfang and the factory manager stood at the front of the lines, discussing something for some unknown reason...
An hour later, completely exhausted, Jiang Nanfang fell asleep in a corner of the warehouse amidst a pile of discarded cardboard.
She hadn't washed her face, brushed her teeth, combed her hair, or changed her clothes for a full forty-two hours.
Her body felt so heavy, as if it no longer belonged to her. She didn't even know Zhan Beijue had been squatting beside her for a long time.
She was so thin, so pale, with dark circles under her eyes.
The veins on her forehead and eyelids were clearly visible, and her fingers, cheeks, were covered in dust.
She looked as tired as an undernourished beggar, which was truly heartbreaking.
Logically, Zhan Beijue should have felt disgusted and nauseous facing such a dirty and disheveled person.
For some reason, looking at Jiang Nanfang, the more he looked, the more he felt attached, the more his heart ached.
He didn't understand her.
He really didn't.
Sometimes rebellious and arrogant, cunning and resourceful, making people hate her to the bone.
Other times, she was both tough and gentle, with a business capability that was astonishingly attractive.
Although they had been married and lived together for three years, he truly didn't understand what was going on in her mind.
Seeing him squatting on the ground, not knowing what he was doing, the factory manager hurried over.
Upon seeing the sleeping Jiang Nanfang, he said,
"Engineer Jiang has worked too hard, but she can't sleep like this. I'll drive her home."
"No need."
Hearing another man offering to take her, Zhan Beijue felt an unconscious displeasure.
"You've been busy for so long and worked hard too. Go back and rest early. I'll take her."