The amount of fabric was more than enough. Not to mention the factory's inventory, just the roll laid out before everyone was enough to complete the inner lining of the water storage tanks.

This was the first time the survivors had done something this "affluent," free from the worries of material shortages. Their most genuine feeling at the moment was one word: "Wonderful."

Quickly cutting the fabric into pieces, to ensure the water storage effect could meet expectations, Zhao Yunhai specifically instructed everyone to lay three layers when lining the interior.

Although Wang Junfa made several assurances that the waterproof performance of this fabric was excellent and listed relevant test results, hoping to dispel Zhao Yunhai's idea of repetitive layering.

But for Zhao Yunhai, who always had a rigorous demand for things, it was difficult to believe anything he hadn't personally verified.

Especially with these domestic quality items, although the test data looked impressive on the surface. As someone in a similar industry, Zhao Yunhai was very cautious about these data because he also knew the "ways" of gray area regulations.

Therefore, to be on the safe side, Zhao Yunhai politely declined Wang Junfa's "kind reminder" and insisted on covering the water storage tanks with three layers of waterproof coating fabric.

After all, rain is at the mercy of nature; you can't control when it comes or how much it brings, so water storage is a matter that cannot afford any mishap as it concerns the lives of the whole factory.

Having completed the three water storage tanks, everyone worked together to move them under the drainage pipes that had already been installed.

In addition, Tang Xiaoquan followed suit and lined all the plastic long frames used for holding semi-finished garment materials in the factory area with waterproof fabric.

Although the size of these things can't compare to the massive wooden water storage tanks, their water storage effect is completely the same.

Perhaps inspired by Tang Xiaoquan's actions, the remaining people like Wen Quanxin also began to search the factory area for anything that could be used for water storage.

By the time the lunch break was announced at noon, nearly 30 various items for water storage had been collected throughout the factory. These included things like mineral water bottles, Coke cans, and basins. It's safe to say that Zhongkun Textile's current state truly reflects the old saying:

"Everything is ready, except for the rain!"

Since rice still needed final drying and hulling steps, the busy people at noon could only rely on thin soup and watery broth to stave off hunger.

Fortunately, the survivors had no tasks in the afternoon; otherwise, relying solely on these so-called "foods" would not be enough to support their massive physical exertion.

After hastily finishing lunch, everyone began to engage in some casual chatting.

Meanwhile, old Zhao and Lin Junfu took out a chessboard and started a new round of games nearby.

Regarding the brain-intensive task of playing chess, Wang Qiang and his young friends naturally showed little interest. They preferred simpler, more direct entertainment activities like playing cards.

So, Wang Qiang directly asked, "Lin Manager, do you have any playing cards here?"

"Yes!" Without looking up, fully engrossed in the battle, Lin Junfu replied. He then opened a drawer beside him and casually threw out two packs of well-packaged playing cards: "Catch!"

"Alright!" Wang Qiang confidently caught the airborne playing cards and immediately shouted, "Come on, guys! Let's get to it."

Since Wu Chao and Hu Xiaodong needed to guard the main gate in the afternoon, the shifts were taken over by Dazhuang and Daguo who joined the table.

Tang Xiaoquan, somewhat helpless, was reluctantly forced onto the table by everyone's cajoling, and his partner was naturally his good brother Wang Qiang.

However, Wang Qiang was not very interested in this, even looking down on it. This was evident from his constant muttering, "You better be smart," "Make sure before you play a card," and "Don't drag me down."

It didn't take long after the game began for Tang Xiaoquan to expose his rusty card-playing skills.

For Wei Dazhuang and Wang Daguo, who had long lived in the countryside, the most common pastimes after farm work were nothing more than mahjong and playing cards.

So games like Dou Dizhu and 80 Points were as easy as child's play to them.

Even Wang Qiang, who considered himself decent at card games, was no match for them.

Of course, Wang Qiang would never take the blame for losing a card game, regardless of the situation.

Moreover, his temperament was naturally impatient; if he lost, a barrage of obscene and nasty language would shoot out like a machine gun.

Tang Xiaoquan's brows knitted tightly together. He simply couldn't understand why such a leisure activity had to be made more tense than a war.

Over time, Tang Xiaoquan could no longer withstand his brother's onslaught and eventually surrendered.

Leaving the noisy card table, Tang Xiaoquan breathed a sigh of relief, twisting his sore neck before moving to the neighboring table to observe the "epic battle" between Lin Junfu and Zhao Yunhai.

A silent battle was unfolding on the small chessboard.

Lin Junfu, true to his background as a former traffic police officer, was as aggressive and fierce in his offensive strategy as his personality.

On the other hand, Zhao Yunhai was calm and unhurried; his solid defense matched well with his scholarly persona.

No wonder people often say life is like a game of chess. Seeing Lin and Zhao's distinct chess-playing techniques, Tang Xiaoquan couldn't help but reflect silently.

Watching for about half an hour, Tang Xiaoquan began to feel a tinge of fatigue.

After all, merely watching without personally playing was a kind of boredom that's quite torturous.

Wang Qiang continued to shout loudly as usual. Although Tang Xiaoquan was unsure how Wen Quanxin could endure the latter's horrid yells, he was sure the latter's card skills were certainly above his own, evident from the white strips stuck on the faces of Wei Dazhuang and Wang Daguo.

After staying indoors for another 10 minutes, Tang Xiaoquan finally left the house, overwhelmed by the noise and stale air.

He glanced at the clock on the wall, instinctively: "3:30."

The early time left Tang Xiaoquan searching for something to engage his increasingly fatigued mind.

After a moment's thought, he returned to his room, found a slightly cooler corner, and once again pulled out his pocket-sized notepad.

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