Lin Tang's brows twitched, and she speculated, "Could it be that our weft-winding machine has been featured in the newspaper?"
This was the conclusion she had come to after mentally calculating the time.
Aside from that, she couldn't think of any other good news.
Jing Yin paused for a moment before confirming, "Indeed, that's the case."
After the conversation ended, Lin Tang hung up the phone.
Leaning on the desk in the corner of the Post Office, she listed the parts she needed and sent out the order, then she walked out of the Post Office.
In the distance was the dazzling sunlight, and the faces of the pedestrians on the road were smiling; someone's child was frolicking on the street...
Ordinary happiness.
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After sending out the list of parts, the research on the fine-spinning machine came to a temporary halt.
People suddenly had free time.
That day.
A report from the Huaxia newspaper drew widespread attention nationwide.