Chapter 276 They Say You Are Pretentious

Everyone's questions were answered one by one, and they left contentedly with the gifts sent by Cheng Hui: a pile of curtains, chair cushions, pillows and so on.

Soon, she began to receive gifts in return, including bonuses from various factories.

The Anton Factory and the Lathe Factory each gave 10,000 yuan, saying that this was the initial payment and that there would be more to come, so they just had to wait for approval.

The enamel factory gave 8,000. If Song Xilai had his way, he would have given 80,000, but unfortunately he didn't have that.

The printing factory gave her 5,000 yuan to thank her for providing the technology to print Spring Festival couplets.

Fan Guangyao almost cried when he gave money.

Time was too tight this year, so he didn't actually make much money. After paying for the roast duck, he only had 5,000 left.

Now, all my hard work this year has been in vain, and all the money has been given to others.

The paper mill gave her 1,000 yuan as a thank you for her help in modifying the machine. They also said that they would give her more money after the honeycomb board machine was made and they made money.

The furniture factory gave 200...

The First Garment Factory gave 100...

Wang Song and Sun Biao bumped into each other when they came to deliver the money. When the two men took out the money hesitantly, neither of them dared to look up at Cheng Hui.

"It's not that I don't want to give you more, it's that my words are not enough. The deputy director won't sign, and the finance department won't take the money. Alas!" Sun Biao said.

During the previous meal, he and Wang Song were hinted by Yang Yue and immediately they no longer dared to call themselves Cheng Hui's godfathers, and lowered their generation to become uncles.

Of course, the main reason was that they saw Cheng Hui calling Zhang Guangming and Chen Dong uncle, and they didn’t dare to be their uncle.

Cheng Hui immediately pushed the 200 yuan back: "Then this money is not from your own pocket, right? Then I can't take it!"

Looking at Sun Biao's expression, it's true. Cheng Hui is even more unacceptable.

She looked at Wang Song and said, "Your 100 is also yours? Then take it back."

"No, no, this is really approved by our garment factory, but the cloth has not been sold out yet, so the reward is not much..." He was also embarrassed.

"Not easy to sell?" Cheng Hui asked.

"It's not bad. We can sell dozens of pieces of cloth every day. But the number has been decreasing in the past few days. People buy the cloth and make it themselves, which can save a few cents." Wang Song said.

None of them are difficult, you can learn them just by taking a look at them.

Some people don't mind spending a few cents more and just buy the finished product, but some people care a lot and make it themselves.

"It's as expected." Cheng Hui said.

She asked him for cloth that day, but actually she was short of curtains and sofa covers...

I had guessed that they would not sell well because they were not special curtain fabrics, but old coarse cloth that could be bought everywhere.

Then no one will waste extra money.

Wang Song was stunned for a moment, then suddenly became alert: "What should we do now?"

"If we rely on retail, we probably won't be able to sell all of it in a year, so we still have to rely on cooperation with factories." Cheng Hui looked at Sun Biao and said, "Except for the old coarse red checkered cloth, the rest can be sold to the furniture factory."

Sun Biao was confused.

"No, Xiao Cheng, although my name is Biao, I am not a tough guy! Why does our furniture factory need that thing? Besides, I just want to be the scapegoat. What I say doesn't count. This cloth can enter the door of our furniture factory, but don't even think about taking a penny." Sun Biao said, "They won't give it to you."

"Uncle, old coarse cloth can also be used to make sofas, and they look good. The key is that they are cheap. The price can be lowered to 100 yuan, or even dozens of yuan each. Do you think it will sell well?" Cheng Hui said.

Genuine leather is very expensive nowadays, and more than half of the cost of a sofa is spent on the leather.

"For a sofa that costs 100 yuan, the furniture factory's profit is also 90 yuan. Isn't that great?" Cheng Hui said again.

"It smells good!" Sun Biao and Wang Song said at the same time.

Wang Song urged him: "Go ahead and buy it. You won't lose anything! You'll get a great bargain!"

Sun Biao paused for a few seconds and said, “I think your idea is good, but I’m afraid that after the furniture factory gets the new sofa pattern, they will not buy the cloth from Lao Wang, but just some old coarse cloth that can be sold everywhere.

"By then, you will have lost both your wife and your army."

He understands those people. They do a lot of things that harm others and benefit themselves!

Especially in the past few days, those people had been saying bad things about Cheng Hui in his ears, saying that she was a spoiled brat.

Using the patterns she designed is already a great honor for her, but she still acts like a spoiled child and doesn't even look at the others, treating them like treasures that are not hers!

He was too embarrassed to talk to Cheng Huixue about these things.

Cheng Hui pointed at the armrest of the sofa. At a time when signing contracts was not popular, there were really not many ways to restrain these people.

They used their connections to purchase directly from fabric factories, which was definitely cheaper and more reasonable than purchasing from garment factories.

"And..." Sun Biao suddenly remembered something and felt embarrassed but had to say it: "They said they would not give sponges to the garment factory anymore."

"What?" Wang Song jumped up in anger.

Curtains and bed sheets are not selling well, but pillows that cost 50 cents each are selling very well.

Because ordinary people can't get sponges, they can only buy them.

Large pieces of good sponge are used to make sofas, and the remaining broken sponge are garbage. Even the workers in the furniture factory don’t want them. In the past, at most they could take them home to make seat cushions or something.

As a result, Cheng Hui made a "pillow" with broken sponges, which opened the door to a new world.

There are no broken sponges in furniture factories anymore. The workers take them home and either make pillows for themselves or give them away.

"This is a small matter." Cheng Hui said: "We can go directly to the sponge factory to purchase goods. They also have a lot of defective products. When the time comes, we will spend money to buy them, and the workers in the sponge factory will not be able to keep the defective products privately."

Wang Song and Sun Biao's expressions relaxed. How come they didn't think of it? It must be that young people have good brains!

But the two still didn't smile.

The problem still remained unsolved. Wang Song's cloth was not sold, and Sun Biao's position was not consolidated at all.

"Uncle Sun, do you really have to be the director of this furniture factory?" Cheng Hui asked, "Can we change to another furniture factory?"

Sun Biao was stunned: "Well... it's not impossible. I just don't want to retire so early and go home and be in a daze every day. Just find a place for me to continue to shine and make contributions."

Having said that, his expression didn't look very happy.

He originally worked in a furniture factory in the provincial capital. Of course, his was not the only furniture factory in the province or city, but it was the largest and oldest one, and the leading factory in the local industry.

He understood what Cheng Hui meant and asked him to go to a small furniture factory and continue to be the factory director.

It’s not that it’s not good, it’s just not as impressive as before.

"How is it impressive?" Cheng Hui asked, "Is it impressive that I was unable to fight back after being bullied?"

Sun Biao...he really wants to lose his temper! Can’t send it out again.

"It's prestigious to be the director of a furniture factory that can export and earn foreign exchange," said Cheng Hui.

Sun Biao sat up straight instantly. What does that mean? Is it what he thought? He didn't dare to think about it!

Cheng Hui nodded: "I've made up my mind. I want to open a furniture factory. You will be the factory director and I will be the deputy director. We will make furniture that can be exported and earn foreign exchange."

Sun Biao......

"It's not easy to open a factory, there are so many procedures... Even if you can convince the higher-ups to open the factory, it's not easy to earn foreign exchange through exports. I've only heard of wood being exported, but I've never heard of furniture being exported..." he said.

"Wouldn't it be better for you to be the first person to export furniture?" Cheng Hui said.

She also gets to earn an extra salary and bonus, which is great.