I hadn’t expected “workshop” to mean a building three floors high, with a huge factory floor. People not only sat in a clean room designing furniture, but, on the other side of the glass, machines produced the resin, heated it, made moulds and poured the resin in, stacked it into drying rooms, took it out after hardening, sanded off the rough edges and assembled the items. Tables, chairs, shelves, all individually designed, rolled off the assembly line and were neatly stored away in storage compartments. All without human intervention.
On the second floor, machines made soft furniture: beds, couches with cushions. Carpets, curtains, each individually designed. Deyu told me that her father’s people would visit customers in their houses to design everything for them.
To my comment that I’d
