Although the bamboo weaving factory where Shi Wenxin works is a small collective, all bamboo weaving factories in Hangzhou have always had good performance and their production tasks have always been very full.

After all, Chinese people have the habit of using bamboo products.

For example, bamboo hats, baskets, winnowing baskets, etc.

The main product of Chunfeng Bamboo Weaving Factory used to be crude baskets that were consumed in large quantities.

The factory's performance was originally quite good until a new factory director with a certain level of experience came in half a year ago.

The new factory director has three things to do when he takes office.

The first fire showed his strong network of contacts.

A production plan was obtained from Shanghai - to produce vegetable baskets for Shanghai residents.

Everyone knows that the vegetable baskets used by Shanghai residents are very exquisite and the added profits are relatively large.

A Shanghai department store allocated a production plan of 20,000 vegetable baskets. Shi Wenxin remembered that everyone in the factory was excited at that time.

But the new factory manager overlooked one thing.

It was very difficult for his workers, who were used to weaving rough baskets, to weave delicate vegetable baskets.

As shown below: This is the factory’s previous product.

Another picture: This is the product requested by the other party.

Half a month later, the new factory manager discovered that his factory lacked the necessary technology and technicians to produce such vegetable baskets.

But the task has been assigned to him. If he gives in and retreats, what good will it do him?

I borrowed a skilled worker from a sister company to do an assessment, and it was all over.

If these Chunfeng Bamboo Weaving Factory employees who changed their jobs halfway through wanted to complete this batch of vegetable baskets on time, it would be impossible.

We can only find a time-honored state-owned bamboo weaving factory to do the work for us.

But whose mission is not completed?

The new factory manager was very bold and decided to go all out by having the factory workers make this batch of vegetable baskets in the same way as they made crude baskets.

As a result, the gaps in the vegetable baskets were bigger and bigger.

"Hey, we've tried it ourselves, and some eggs would fall out if they were smaller."

Shi Wenxin spoke about the situation in his factory with a sad face.

"The workload is too heavy. That's just how our craft is. We have no choice but to do it to meet the deadline."

"The new factory manager's connections are indeed strong. He even managed to convince the Shanghai side to temporarily take over..."

"But who knew that our factory director's connections there would fall apart at the end of last year, and the new person in charge immediately demanded a return of the goods."

"The funds allocated for such a large task were not fully allocated, and the factory workers' wages can only be paid 70%. The new factory director made a big mistake and was directly transferred to an unpopular government office and sat on the bench."

"Our newly appointed factory director has already made three trips to Shanghai, but there has been no progress at all."

"I've used countless connections, but the department store remains unmoved."

"...When he was in Shanghai, our factory director went to the hospital to visit his old colleague, the director of the craft factory. He mentioned you several times, saying you were warm-hearted and kind..."

"Haha, we were thinking that the department store is owned by the Commerce Bureau, and last year the Commerce Bureau got a large piece of wood for free from you to repair the roof of the staff building..."

"...So when Peng Aifen mentioned your name, it immediately clicked with me... Please help me."

Shi Wenxin brought a bunch of Hangzhou specialties to pay New Year's greetings, including many supplements useful for women and several uncommon medicinal herbs.

It is obvious that Shi Wenxin and the people behind him have a firm grasp of Zhang Hongcheng and Chu Miaohong's preferences.

Zhang Hongcheng thought about it and, despite Chu Miaohong's secret opposition, asked his future mother-in-law to accept it first.

He could go and try to see how the situation was. If nothing could be done, he could ask his mother-in-law to take Peng Aifen and return the gifts under the pretext of paying New Year's greetings.

Zhang Hongcheng was not doing this for the other party's flattery and gifts, he just wanted to bring some face to Chu Miaohong's family.

The evening of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year.

The van used up the last drop of gas and trembled as it drove into the courtyard of the guesthouse.

After Jian Yong comes back from visiting his relatives, he should be able to relax for a while, because Zhang Hongcheng has used up the two-month quota of fuel for this car.

The business reopened on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, and firecrackers rang out at the entrance of the Corps Guesthouse for a long time.

New year, new atmosphere.

Ren Lijuan was standing at the front desk, stamping her feet in the cold.

After the Spring Festival, the weather has been getting colder day by day, and there is no sign of the promised spring.

The brand new customer registration book was the same one from last year, with not a single word written on it.

Guest?

That's impossible.

Because Zhang Hongcheng is preparing to report to increase the room rate - our guesthouse has received foreign guests before, and if we don't submit a report requesting a price increase to remind them, the credit will definitely be deliberately taken away by Old Man Li.

When Minister Li received Zhang Hongcheng's report, he was so angry that his beard almost flew off.

It has been open for more than half a year, but there is not a penny of income from accommodation!

How dare you raise the price?

Look at the most profitable unit in the Corps last year. Aren’t you ashamed of the ratio of input to income?

Secretary Zhao had to temporarily interrupt the leader who was holding the microphone and scolding Zhang Hongcheng.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, Minister. Last year, the worst performance in the Corps' main business was their guesthouse, but they also had the highest actual profit ratio..."

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, I don't care whether you raise the price or not! But, pay attention, arrest the main job! You're the director of the guesthouse, and you don't have a single guest. That's outrageous!"

"What do you mean by giving up your side hustle and focusing on your main job? Is that what I mean?"

"I've already prepared the banner for you. If your performance drops, you must return it to me!"

If Zhang Hongcheng hadn't deliberately filed a report to raise the accommodation fee, Minister Li really didn't want to give them this banner.

It was correct that he helped to receive foreign guests, and he could be rated as an excellent reception unit, but the bosses of other departments were all making fun of him, Lao Li.

The number of official receptions received by the excellent reception unit he rated was actually [0] throughout the year!

Personnel from various units of the Corps who went on business trips to Shanghai avoided Shanghai when they saw the high housing prices.

Minister Li was also worried. The photos of the room that Zhang Hongcheng sent back were indeed worth the price, but no one could afford to reimburse him.

Scolding Xiao Zhang as unreliable?

But these houses and furniture were all obtained for free...

Zhang Hongcheng only cared about getting the banner and didn't care whether Minister Li was worried or not.

The walls of my office are all white, how can I not have some awards and banners?

Zhang Hongcheng really doesn't care much about the guests' problems.

The two busiest people in the entire guesthouse are masters, whose work location is also at the old kiln entrance.

"This really can't go on like this."

Zhang Hongcheng felt that he had to find something for his subordinates to do (besides the infirmary).

He fiddled with the charcoal brazier at his feet with the tongs and tightened his coat.

"Strange, it's already after the New Year, why is it getting colder day by day?"

There was no Baidu these days, so he could only use the old envelope to control his adopted son to play the cross-temporal weather forecast.

Before the fat man replied, the phone on his desk rang.

"Director Xiao Zhang, I'm Lao Liu from the Commerce Bureau. The matter you mentioned..."