Chapter 280 Are you going to let us live?

Cheng Hui had nothing to do, so she watched the enamel factory make samples.

The main reason was that new glaze was used, and she had to adjust it herself.

The color this time is brighter, the bright red is translucent and festive at first glance, instead of the dark red that is currently available on the market.

Just this color alone has already killed all similar products.

Cheng Hui asked the workers to make a new model, the thermos shell.

Nowadays, the outer shell of thermos bottles can be made of iron or bamboo. The iron shells are mostly painted, but there are not many enameled ones because they are more expensive and difficult to make.

Cheng Hui is not afraid of high costs, as she can afford the small expenses.

The kettle shell she designed comes as a set with the enamel washbasin and tableware.

As a result, the initiative was in the hands of the enamel factory, and the kettle factory was unable to sell the kettles she designed.

She used the enamel factory's phone to invite the director of the thermos factory over.

Make an appointment first, and then let Jiang Quan drive to pick someone up.

The thermos factory is neither big nor small, and it’s hard to say whether it is important or not, but in short, it doesn’t have a car!

Cheng Hui used her old car to hire someone, and Feng Dazhi, the director of the thermos factory, was quite happy.

After a few pleasantries, he asked, "You said you have something good to ask me, what is it?"

Cheng Hui smiled and said, "Director Feng, do you have a heavy production task this year?"

"Not bad." Feng Dazhi said.

"I want to order 1,000 thermoses as welfare. I wonder if Director Feng is free to do it now." Cheng Hui said.

Feng Dazhi took a deep breath and did not answer her. Instead, he asked curiously, "Director Cheng, I heard that your factory has a lot of good benefits, including free meals, wedding gifts, and a lot of curtains and tablecloths as benefits a few days ago. Is that true?"

"Yes." Cheng Hui said.

"You are not going to let us live? Our workers are very dissatisfied! They bully me behind my back for no reason, saying, look at other people's factories, look at how their factory managers are, and then look at us..." Feng Dazhi said.

Cheng Hui looked at his expression carefully and found that he was just complaining and not really angry, so she smiled.

Otherwise, change someone now.

There are many thermos factories in the world.

"We are a small factory with only dozens of employees. Even if we give benefits to all employees 10 times, it still won't be as much as the thermos factory spends on one benefit," said Cheng Hui.

She didn't mention the electrical appliance factory, and given Director Feng's circle, he probably didn't know about it either.

"That's true." Feng Dazhi said. He has learned something. Next time, if anyone dares to say something about him, he will just treat the workers like this!

"You want 1,000 thermoses. Fortunately, we have enough in the warehouse. Let's go get them later!" Feng Dazhi said secretly happily.

Thermos bottles are also in short supply now and can be purchased with coupons.

But that doesn’t mean all styles can be sold.

After finally getting a ticket, of course I bought my favorite style, so the kettle factory actually had a lot of unsold styles in stock.

Cheng Hui knows all about this.

She didn't mind either, it was exactly what she needed.

"Director Feng, you can just pick the worst ones and give me the unsellable ones. As long as the liner inside is in good condition, it's fine." Cheng Hui said.

Feng Dazhi froze, thinking that she was speaking sarcastically to make fun of him.

"Of course it has to be cheaper, otherwise it would be a waste to keep it there. Why don't you sell it to me at a low price? What do you think is a suitable price?" Cheng Hui said.

Feng Dazhi also observed her expression.

Suddenly, Song Xilai kicked him: "Don't think too much, Xiao Cheng is speaking from the heart, give me a real price!"

They are old acquaintances, of the same level, and speak casually.

Feng Dazhi also figured it out. After all, it’s a benefit for employees. As long as it’s something good, there’s no need to be too picky, right?

"Then I won't be pretentious. There are indeed some unsold items in the warehouse. There are three plots of land, 5 yuan, and 8 yuan. Which one do you want?"

"The 3-yuan one is made of bamboo?" Cheng Hui asked.

"No, we are the provincial capital's thermos factory after all. We no longer produce bamboo ones. All of them are made of iron shells. It's just that they have been rusted for too long..." Feng Dazhi said.

"How many thermoses are there in total?" Cheng Hui asked.

"That's a lot. I think about the statistics I saw before the New Year. There were more than 8,000 of them," said Feng Dazhi.

"Give them all to me, 3 yuan each." Cheng Hui said.

"What? No, no!" Feng Dazhi refused while being tempted: "There are only about 1,000 of them that cost 3 yuan, the rest are good! There are more than 5,000 of them that cost 8 yuan!"

"I don't want them. After a few years, they will be worth 3 yuan. Are you clearing out your inventory now? Or are you waiting for them to rot and become worth 3 yuan in a few years?" Cheng Hui said, "But by then, there may not be people like me who will come to buy them."

This, this is really the truth, those 3 yuan kettles just rot year after year, otherwise their lowest factory price would be 8 yuan! It sells for more than 10 yuan each outside.

"Hurry up and sell it to her." Song Xilai advised, "Otherwise, when your inventory reaches 10,000, the leader will hold a meeting to criticize you! But if you clear the inventory, the leader will hold a meeting to praise you. Don't you know how to choose?"

Feng Dazhi was even more tempted: "But if they are all sold for 3 yuan, I'm afraid my boss will still scold me."

"I think you have made a mistake in the statistics. Go back and carefully count how many things are rusted, rotten, dented and cannot be sold no matter what? Things that cannot be sold are not worth 3 yuan. If you sell them to a scrap recycling station, they are only worth 1 yuan. You sold them for 3 yuan, which is a great achievement." Song Xilai said.

Feng Dazhi stood up with bright eyes: "Old Song, it has to be you! Listening to your words is worth ten years of reading! I will go back and re-count them!"

Song Xilai kicked him and said, "Get out of here! Don't say I taught you this! Do you still need to be taught this? Can you still make it to retirement?"

Feng Dazhi had disappeared, so Cheng Hui asked Jiang Quan to send him back.

When he came back, the enamel samples had already been made.

Cheng Hui hid the thermos shell behind her and covered it with a piece of torn newspaper.

Feng Dazhi held the freshly-made statistical sheet and said with a rosy face, "I just led the workers to re-count and check carefully. It turns out that the defects are really serious! They are not worth 8 yuan or 5 yuan at all. Director Cheng, 3 yuan each, do you really want them all? That's more than... 9,800!"

He also put in some thermoses that were produced last year and had minor flaws that he planned to sell.

He thought it through. What Cheng Hui said was right. Even if it was a minor flaw, it would still be worthless if it had a flaw. If it was left for two years and rusted, it would be even less valuable. It would be better to deal with it now!

Cheng Hui was very happy because all the defective products were sold to her. If the furniture factory wanted to copy her, they would not be able to buy cheap kettles.

"Okay, give them all to me." Cheng Hui said, "I'll pay now, but I have to trouble Director Feng for one thing. I don't like defective products, and I never give junk to employees as welfare.

“So Director Feng, please take down the shells of those kettles and send them to the enamel factory. I want to process them again and apply a layer of glaze on them to make them look brand new.

"Then ask the workers at the kettle factory to put it back together." Cheng Hui said, "I'll give you 20 cents for each kettle, how about that?"

Feng Dazhi, who was a little annoyed at first, nodded frantically after hearing the last sentence: "Okay, okay!"

Cheng Hui said to Jiang Quan, "Take Director Feng back to the food factory to ask Director Guo for money and sign the contract."

No matter whether the contract is useful or not, just sign it first!

Feng Dazhi was afraid that she would regret it, so he ran faster than Jiang Quan.

Song Xilai looked at his back and smiled: "When he sees the finished product, he will regret it to death."