Although it was embarrassing to sell waste products as defective clothes to the Construction Corps, the approval process of several relevant departments in Shanghai was very quick.

Only two days later, Zhong Fuqiang easily obtained the approval document and notified Zhang Hongcheng to go and pick up the goods.

In order to ease the embarrassment involved in the allocation of items, the comrades in Shanghai also took the shirts to the ironing workshop for cleaning and ironing.

Even the packaging bags that had been thrown away were replaced.

Zhang Hongcheng spent 11,000 yuan and got 11,000 intact "flower shirts".

Of course, this kind of floral shirt still looks like a low-quality product today.

Zhang Hongcheng was just about to go to Yang Tonghai from Dongfang Foreign Affairs to inquire about something, but he was pulled to another place by Zhong Fuqiang who came to visit him.

The labor supplies factory made more than 10,000 yuan out of thin air, and felt a little embarrassed.

They were also afraid that brother units would talk about them harming their "honest" comrades in Northeast China.

"Our labor supplies factory is a major user of waste fabrics in the city, and we're also a pilot unit for waste recycling," Zhong Fuqiang said proudly, pointing to the large warehouse in front of him. "These are all our factory's raw materials, allocated by the city."

"We never use up all the goods during normal production, so our factory employees often come here to buy some small pieces. Director Zhang, if you think it's appropriate, you can have all your employees come here to buy for a day, with a quota of ten kilograms per person."

"What do you think?"

Zhang Hongcheng slowly withdrew his gaze from the huge mountain of waste. He did not show any of the turmoil in his heart on the surface, and shook hands sincerely with Factory Director Zhong Fuqiang.

——Lao Zhong, do you know there is an old saying called "letting the wolf into the house"...