Chapter 7： Insufficient funds

Chapter 7 Insufficient Funds

I'm already at work at this time. It is said that the factory should be busy, but the workers who come and go are all very leisurely.

In fact, state-owned enterprises at this time have begun to go downhill. It is actually the same as working in rural areas, but at this time, the factory is really the worker who is the master of the house. Even if there is no major issue as a leader, you want to expel a worker. Basically impossible.

Things like absenteeism and lateness, not to mention sanctions, it is impossible to criticize two sentences. Of course, deducting money is even more impossible. Workers who deduct money can kill you.

Entering the factory building, he heard the voice of chatting in some offices, and from time to time there was a roar of laughter. Jiang Xiaobai shook his head helplessly.

In fact, many people in the older generation still have feelings for state-owned enterprises. They were born in a factory, go to school in the factory, work in the factory, and get sick and see a doctor in the factory.

A larger factory is actually like a small kingdom. Many people are closely related to the factory from birth to death.

But the older generation pays attention to dedication. They have the spirit of bearing hardships and stand hard work, but with the development of the times, it is useless to talk about spirit and dedication.

"Bang bang bang." Jiang Xiaobai knocked on the door of the sales department chief.

"Come in." A deep voice sounded from inside, and the owner of the voice should be young.

When Jiang Xiaobai pushed the door and walked in, he saw a man wearing a blue overalls sitting behind a desk. Those who were writing and drawing didn't know what they were doing. They saw Jiang Xiaobai and they just raised their heads and took a look before continuing to work on themselves. Of it.

"A few comrades, do you have anything to do?" Song Weiguo asked without looking up.

"That's it, we want to buy some canned glass bottles." Jiang Xiaobai said.

Song Weiguo put down the pen and looked up at Jiang Xiaobai and asked, "Come and sit down, which cannery do you belong to?" Then he shouted to the door, "Xiao Liu, come to make a pot of tea."

Jiang Xiaobai watched the change in Song Weiguo’s attitude without saying a word. After making the tea, he said, "We are not a cannery."

"It's not from a cannery, so what do you say to buy glass bottles for? Who are you?" The expression on Song Weiguo's face became a little gloomy.

"We are from the Jianhua Brigade of Shangma Commune. The yellow peaches on the mountain have matured this year. We are going to buy some glass bottles to make the yellow peaches into cans." Jiang Xiaobai did not dare to say that he wanted to make canned food for sale.

"Okay, let's go back quickly. We are a glass factory. You can go to the supply and marketing agency to see if the glass you want is available." Song Weiguo waved his hand to rush someone when he heard Jiang Xiaobai's words.

I came from a village to buy canned bottles and came to the glass factory. I didn’t know how to do it. If you want a few bottles, should I make them for you alone? I regard our glass factory as a small workshop.

"We want a large amount. This year there are a lot of yellow peaches on the mountain..." Jiang Xiaobai understood what Song Weiguo meant, and tried to explain it, but Song Weiguo interrupted him before he finished speaking.

"Several comrades, you should go back and have a look at the supply and marketing agency." Song Weiguo waved his hand casually, and sat back behind his desk. Jiang Xiaobai's words made him even more ignorant. A lot of yellow peaches were made into cans. How many glass bottles can you buy?

Wang Xiaojun and Liu Aiguo looked at the indifferent expression on Song Weiguo's face, and a look that looked down upon others, with a trace of anger on their faces, but Jiang Xiaobai glared at them and continued to sit obediently.

"You don’t know how hard our rural areas are. Our rural areas are poor. Unlike your large state-owned factories, we were starving when we were out of business this year. People in the village are almost starving to death..."

Jiang Xiaobai lowered his head slightly, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were red. In fact, he didn't want to sell miserably. But this is the case when doing business with state-owned factories at this time. People have money and don't like to make money. What can you do?

"You little comrade, what are you doing? Didn't I tell you? You go to the supply and marketing cooperatives, and there are glass bottles." Song Weiguo said with a trace of helplessness on his face looking at Jiang Xiaobai like this. The pen I just picked up was also put down.

"Really we don't want to bother you, but the yellow peaches on the mountain won't be preserved if they are not canned. In winter, we will be..." Jiang Xiaobai continued.

"This little comrade, it's not that I don't help you. Our factory does door and window glass. If you want to fire glass bottles, you need another production line and special molds. I really can't help you if you want too little quantity. "

"How many cans do you need to order before you can make canned bottles?" Jiang Xiaobai stopped complaining, and it was all about it.

It’s no use crying anymore. As long as it is helpful, it will be fine if the conditions are negotiated.

"At least 10,000 glass bottles can we burn. One is two cents, which means it costs two thousand dollars. Can you get it?"

Song Weiguo casually said that if two thousand dollars were put in later generations, it would really be nothing, but if it were put in the present, it would really be a huge sum of money.

"Haha." Jiang Xiaobai laughed dryly, what else could he say.

"Can you be less, such as..."

"For example, how many? 8000?" Song Weiguo asked.

"A thousand will do? Then we will definitely have more goods..." Jiang Xiaobai asked tentatively. In fact, the 100 yuan he carried was only enough to buy 500 canned bottles, but he was not embarrassed to make so many in one breath. .

"Yes, please don't worry, Section Chief Song. When we go back, we will mobilize people from other villages to pickle canned yellow peaches. We will definitely be able to eat the rest of your goods." Wang Xiaojun also said quickly.

"Okay, comrade, you should go back first. I have something to do on my side." Song Weiguo went out with his bag in his pocket, leaving Jiang Xiaobai and the three people looking at each other inside the house.

"Brother Xiaobai, let's go back. It's no good to watch this." Wang Xiaojun said.

"Well, let's go first, and then think about other ways." Jiang Xiaobai nodded. When the three people left the factory to open the glass factory gate, Old Man Wang came out of the window and looked at the three people and asked: "What's the matter? Is it? Didn't it happen?"

"Well, Uncle Wang, let's go first." Jiang Xiaobai nodded and said.

"What's the matter? It shouldn't be, now the sales of glass products in the factory are sluggish? How can Xiao Song push the door-to-door sales?"

Old Wang head came out of the concierge and looked at Jiang Xiaobai curiously and asked them.

"Go in and say." Jiang Xiaobai watched Lao Wang's eyes rolled and entered the concierge.

(End of this chapter)