Chapter 119: Choosing an Alternative Factory

"Receive the trucks, unload the cargo!"

Thirteen large trucks formed a line as they pulled into Chensi. They came to a neat halt in front of the spacious workshop door. Back then, transport trucks were only a few meters long—nothing like the massive vehicles seen today that can easily stretch ten, twenty, or even thirty meters. Consequently, it took thirteen trucks just to transport three assembly lines, but this only served to make the caravan appear all the more imposing.

In an instant, the atmosphere was electric, igniting the emotions of everyone present, including Wu Ya.

*Clatter, clatter!*

At his command, the loading crew, already standing by, climbed onto the roofs of the trucks. With sleeves rolled up, they flexed their sturdy arms, working to detach the heavy equipment from the truck beds. It didn’t take long. The three lines were moved into the workshop and passed their initial setup tests.

"Boss Wu, we're ready to start!" Factory Director Pei handed the power button—the trigger for the launch—to Wu Ya. There was a glimmer of excitement in his eyes.

With one flick of Wu Ya’s finger, these three lines would roar to life. From this moment on, the Suiyan District would bid farewell to its history of having no assembly lines and step onto the path of advanced production. It was not merely the beginning of a brilliant chapter for Wu Ya; it was a moment destined to be etched into the history of Chensi Textile Factory and a watershed event for the entire Suiyan District.

Moving away from artisanal workshops toward modern production—Wu Ya had taken a firm, decisive step.

"Yes." Wu Ya took the button, his expression solemn.

Since his rebirth, things had been smooth sailing. In less than half a month, he had turned his tailor shop into a booming success, capturing the top spot in the market, and had even reaped a massive fortune in the bond market. Yet, none of those achievements combined had made his heart race and pulse with such fervor as this moment.

This was the true beginning of his ascent to glory in this new life; it was the starting point from which he would soar into the skies.

Physical manufacturing was not only the engine for his rapid development but also the security blanket for his future endeavors. Although his cheat-like memory ensured he would avoid business crises in the short term, Wu Ya knew that a successful person must possess the foresight to plan ahead. After all, his advantage only covered the next twenty years. What would happen after that? He would have to rely on his own abilities to keep running. Whether he thrived or failed would depend on whether he used these twenty years to cultivate himself.

Rebirth was a divine opportunity, but it was also a daunting challenge for the years to come. By then, he might stand at the pinnacle of the world, and the challenges he would face would be far more than the mere drizzle he had weathered in his previous life.

*Rumble!*

Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Wu Ya pressed the button with firm resolve. With a soul-stirring roar, the three lines began to hum, running at their rated speed under no-load conditions.

"Success! The assembly is a success!" The crowd erupted in cheers.

"Our factory actually has assembly lines? It feels like a dream!"

"Is this an assembly line? You don't need manual labor, yet you can earn double the wages! 'Liberating the workforce' is no empty phrase!"

"Hahaha, seeing the actual equipment really shocked me! It’s so different from what I imagined!"

As the machines whirred, everyone crowded around, eager to observe every detail and every step of the process. How could it operate without skilled labor? The human role had been reduced to mere supervision. It was a groundbreaking shift that shattered decades of conventional thinking. It liberated the workers' hands and reduced physical strain, all while producing a qualitative leap in output.

Take Wu Ya’s tailor shop, for example. Thirty-five people, roughly the size of one shift on a single line, could only produce a measly two hundred garments. But with this assembly line? A single shift could produce over a thousand—more than a fivefold increase! What did that mean?

"Hahaha, Wu Ya, congratulations! Now, we can finally spread our wings and soar!" Sister Chai, who had been invited to witness the event, was overjoyed. From now on, she would never have to worry about supply or the struggle of breaking into the wholesale market again.

"Sister Chai, you will continue to have priority purchasing rights for all finished products produced from here on out," Wu Ya said, turning to give her another surprise.

Priority purchasing rights meant that as he moved toward mass production, she would always be one step ahead of the competition, securing the best prices—a competitive edge no one within a hundred miles could touch.

"Hahaha, my dear nephew, my confidence in sales has grown dozens of times over! Unlike those past few days, when I had the title but nothing to do! The output was so low it was snapped up before it even reached the wholesalers!" Chen Boyuan squeezed through the crowd to join them. As the Sales Department Supervisor, he couldn't miss this. Even though he was currently a one-man department, he was a supervisor appointed by Wu Ya himself, and showing his face was part of the process.

"Uncle Chen, starting today, your vision can no longer be limited to Suiyan District and Weiling City. You must look further! Look beyond Huaiyuan Province and toward the whole of China!" Wu Ya didn’t look back, but his face was set with iron resolve.

Starting in Suiyan, capturing Weiling, battling across Huaiyuan, and marching into the national market—this was the short-term goal Wu Ya had set for himself. A three-month plan. At most! He aimed to capture one-tenth of the national market share, catapulting himself into the top ten of China’s garment industry. Once he stood firm, he would expand again, using aggressive mergers to shrink that "top ten" into a "top five" or "top three." He wanted the entire garment industry to dance to his tune, including the pricing of every style.

Ambitious? Grand? Wu Ya had absolute confidence that he could achieve it. And this was just one part of his life plan. Business—he wanted to do it all. He wanted to touch every industry. In twenty years, he would greet his future with a massive, diversified commercial empire. It would be an exhilarating ride.

"Hehehe, nephew, don't you worry! I haven't been idle. I’ve been studying the garment industry across the province and the country. I’ve got a framework in my head of what colors are liked where and which styles are trending. I’m just waiting for your equipment to arrive so I can really get to work!"

Seeing Chen Boyuan’s irrepressible excitement, Wu Ya smiled. "Uncle Chen, are you satisfied now?"

"Satisfied? Of course I am! These machines are my God of Wealth! How could I not be satisfied?" Chen Boyuan nodded vigorously, the wrinkles on his face deepening into trenches of joy.

"Boss Wu, the no-load test is done. I think we can start feeding in material for the trial production," Director Pei said, returning after inspecting every link. He looked visibly pleased.

Trial production—the most critical part of the day. It wasn't just testing the machinery; it was testing the training of the new workers. Could the machine synchronization be flawless? Could they hit the target of 150 pieces per hour? Could the workers handle the pace and coordinate perfectly with the machines? Could they handle emergencies without letting the defect rate spike?

This was the test. Whether Chensi would truly take flight depended on this final push.

"Good! Let's begin!" Wu Ya nodded. "All assembly line workers, take your positions! Run the trial in half-hour shifts. After each shift, we’ll inspect the results. Any team with a defect rate exceeding five percent will have its weakest link dismissed!"

Director Pei turned and relayed the orders. Instantly, the workshop exploded into a cacophony of sound. The *swish* of fabric being fed onto the lines, the roar of the machinery under load, and the crisp, rhythmic *tap-tap-tap* of needles piercing through fabric drowned out all conversation.

"Boss Wu, let’s go take a look," Director Pei shouted over the noise.

"Let's go."

As they approached the production area, the scene was one of intense, fiery activity. Fabric was cut into countless pieces of varying sizes according to the programmed design, then sorted and fed into the appropriate zones. With the sewing heads dancing at lightning speed, semi-finished components emerged and were pushed onto the main platform, where skilled workers sorted and fed them back into the machines for the final assembly.

Less than two minutes per garment.

"This... this is too fast!" Even Wu Ya was stunned. He was a man with a "cheat" memory, but he had never witnessed such a real-world production scene.

"Hahaha, that is the power of the assembly line! Without this integrated production, how could we achieve this volume? And without volume, how could we lower costs? Your processing fees alone have given you an incomparable competitive edge!" Director Pei beamed.

For Pei, this was just as vital as it was for Wu Ya. His own fabric mill had been operating at half-capacity, supplying only Wu Ya. Now that the output would skyrocket, he would finally be running at full load.

"Hehehe, Director Pei, you better be prepared! If you can't keep up with my supply, I’ll have no choice but to find another fabric mill as a backup!"

"This... you... I..."

The smile on Director Pei’s face froze instantly, his glow vanishing as if struck by a cold wind. He stared at Wu Ya, momentarily at a loss for words.