Traveling through the Eighth Five-Year Plan: Starting from selling fruit at a stall

Arriving at the No. [-] Garment Factory in Qingpu City, Ling Yue once thought that she had come to the wrong place.

The No. [-] Garment Factory has convenient transportation and some infrastructure around it. Among other things, there are at least one or two small shops. It is quite convenient for workers to buy a pack of cigarettes here after get off work.

As for the No. [-] factory, they are located in a remote place, surrounded by mountains or farmland, and even the gate is hidden among the dense trees.

If it wasn't for Qingpu No. [-] Garment Factory clearly written on the gate, Ling Yue couldn't believe that the place in front of him turned out to be the famous No. [-] Garment Factory.

The inside of the first factory was deserted, and no one cleaned the snow at the gate.

All I could see was a string of lonely footprints left on the snow.

Ji Zhongqiu took them inside, and there was a walking tractor parked in the open space, and no one had driven it for an unknown period of time, and there was a thick layer of snow on the seat of the tractor.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

Just when the three of them wanted to ask someone, a voice sounded from behind them.

Ling Yue looked over and saw an old man with gray hair and a heavy military overcoat standing in the corridor with his sleeves folded.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?"

"Hello, we are looking for the factory manager, is he there?"

"Looking for the factory manager?" The old man sized them up, "What are you looking for the factory manager for?"

Ling Yue stepped forward and said, "Master, we want to talk to the factory manager about some business."

"Oh." The old man waved at them, "It's cold outside, come to my room to warm up."

The three followed him into the house, and the old man pointed to the stove: "Sit down, our first factory has not been doing well in the past two years, and the workers have been on vacation for more than half a month."

As he spoke, he poured three cups of hot water for him, "What kind of business are you looking for with the factory manager?"

"Master, it's like this. We are self-employed in Qingpu City. Due to the weather, we can't get the goods temporarily. We want to see if there is any surplus goods for sale in the first factory."

Ling Yue didn't hide it, and said straight to the point.

"Self-employed?" The old man was very surprised by this title, "Now the self-employed are encouraged?"

Ling Yue nodded: "Yes, sir, can you contact the factory manager for help, we want to buy some goods in your factory."

The old man smiled and said, "For so many years, you are still the first self-employed to come to No. [-] factory to buy goods."

He thought for a moment, then walked to the phone: "All right, I'll make a call and see what the factory manager means."

While he was on the phone, Ji Zhongqiu sighed and said: "I really didn't expect it, but in just a few years, the first factory has declined to such an extent. Back then, there were at least 300 people here."

Ling Yue didn't show it on the face, but she had to agree.

If the times want to eliminate you, they won't greet you at all.

Especially for clothing factories like theirs, if a single product is not sure, it will be eliminated immediately.

If the foundation is deeper, you may be able to receive hang tags to survive.

But the No. [-] garment factory is a state-owned enterprise, and even the state-owned enterprise has become so mixed up. One can imagine how cruel the market is.

"At the beginning, my mother also worked here. Since my brother and sister had an accident, she was hit hard and left here."

Ling Yue couldn't help but look at him more.

No wonder he never mentioned the matter of the No. [-] factory before, and there is still this reason.

Ling Yue was about to comfort him when the old man came over with a smile on his face: "Sit down for a while, Director Wu will be here soon."

Ji Zhongqiu took a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to him, and asked him: "Master, don't you have the key to the warehouse, can you let us go and see the goods?"

The uncle took the cigarette, took out a match and lit it, "This is not okay, I am just a gatekeeper, and the warehouse will definitely not be able to take you without the manager's words. But if you want to see samples, I can only Take you to the sample library to have a look."

"But you can't go in, you can only stand at the window and watch."

Ling Yue immediately said, "Okay, I'll trouble you then."

The uncle led them through the deserted space, pointed to a window and said, "This is our sample library."

"You can't touch the quality, but you can see the workmanship. Our workmanship and styles are better than those on the market, but I don't know why, every time we send out clothes, they will always be returned intact."

The three squeezed in front of the window and looked, and found that the clothes inside were better than the clothes from the second factory not only in style but also in color matching.

Just through the narrow window, Ling Yue discovered the problem.

The first factory must have been targeted.

The first factory is the same as the second factory. The clothes they produce will be sent to department stores in cities and counties and cooperatives in towns and villages.

But why are the clothes from the first factory being returned, while the clothes from the second factory are accepted by the market?

Who would believe that there is nothing tricky in it!

- Promise ready to come out.

The background of the director of the first factory is not as strong as that of the director of the second factory Ma!
Without a background, you can only be beaten passively.

Too curly.

According to the current inherent thinking, the rigid director of the first factory must have never thought of asking self-employed people to help sell.

I didn't even think about letting my relatives and family members sell it.

Coupled with the wages of workers, the purchase of raw materials, the maintenance of equipment, etc., over time, the factory will naturally be unable to make ends meet, and the wages of workers will definitely not be paid, and bankruptcy will become an inevitable outcome.

"Master, are you the only one in such a big factory?"

"Yeah, I can still walk now. If I can't walk in another two years, I can only go back to my hometown!"

The old man sighed and said, "Director Wu is having a hard time now. In order to pay the arrears of wages, his hair has turned gray at a young age."

"Oh, what age is he this year?"

"Under fifty, a handsome young man who used to be tortured by this factory has become skinny."

Ling Yue was silent after hearing this.

Wang Zhaoyang asked: "Master, can you take us to the warehouse to have a look? We don't go in either, just look at the window."

"Okay, but you have to be prepared, there are too many goods piled up there now."

The old man took them to the warehouse again. Through the glass, Ling Yue saw that the clothes inside were piled up like a mountain as the old man said.

With so much backlog of clothes, she didn't close down until now. She was even more curious about this director Wu.

"Doesn't Director Wu live in the factory?"

"The factory manager is now begging his grandpa to sue his grandma for funds every day, and he will come back here at night to watch the factory with me."

Ling Yue could tell that the old man was affectionate, and he also had deep feelings for this factory.

If it were someone else, I'm afraid they would have left just like those workers.

"Then how much wages does our factory owe the workers in total?"

The uncle glanced at her and said, "The wages of the workers are almost 5000 yuan, plus the raw materials, and the debt is at least [-] yuan."

Ling Yue gasped, how could there be so much money!