Chapter 339 Little girl, you are so lucky

No one is a fool. Seeing Cheng Hui smiling and not angry at all, He Ying realized that she was deliberately trying to trick Zheng Manru.

She spent 500,000 yuan to buy a bunch of black and white inventory. No matter how good her family background was, her boss couldn't help but scold her.

Silk is so expensive, it costs dozens or even hundreds of dollars to make a skirt, but it will get holes after washing it twice. Who can stand this?

What's more, not everyone can pull off a pure black or white skirt. People nowadays feel that it is unlucky...it may not sell well.

Cheng Hui asked He Ying: "Sister He, does your factory have any defective products?"

"Defective products? There are a few, but not many. We have handled the good defective products internally. The remaining ones are those with too big defects that cannot be handled. Do you understand?" He Ying said.

The defect is too big and it cannot be given away for free. What is the cost? As a result, rich people don’t want it and poor people can’t afford it.

"Let me see." Cheng Hui said.

"OK."

After she finished feeding, He Ying took her to another warehouse, which was full of defective products.

Some of them were woven directly, some were the wrong colors, and some had a thread pulled out in the middle or half-middle of the cloth, so they were directly scrapped and could not be made into clothes or pants.

Cheng Hui's eyes lit up. This was exactly what she wanted.

"How much is this?" Cheng Hui asked.

He Ying said: "If it can't be used to make clothes, what do you want it for?"

"Then don't make clothes, make something else, how much will it cost?" Cheng Hui asked.

Since she knew that she couldn't make clothes, He Ying was relieved and didn't care: "This kind of thing costs 1 yuan per meter."

Good cotton cloth costs only a few cents or one dollar per meter, but this defective product costs one dollar. No wonder it can't be sold.

"Too expensive." Cheng Hui said, "And the longer they are stored, the less valuable they are. I'll take them all at 5 yuan a piece."

He Ying was ready to shake her head, but when she heard the last few words, she was surprised and said, "You want all of them? We have more than 100 pieces of this material every year, and there are several warehouses nearby, a total of about 2,000 pieces..."

These defects occur because of problems with the machines, so a bad machine directly affects efficiency.

"They have been in stock for more than 10 years? They are even less valuable! No one wants them except me." Cheng Hui said, "It's only 5 yuan a piece. Ask your factory manager if it's okay."

The factory manager had just returned from the train station, so he just had to arrange for the train cars and didn't have to personally oversee the loading.

Seeing He Ying bringing Cheng Hui back, the old factory director stood up enthusiastically and shook hands with Cheng Hui, saying in broken Mandarin: "Thank you!"

On his way back, he heard the workers talking about why Zheng Manru had bought a lot of inventory so irrationally. He really had to thank Cheng Hui.

He Ying told Cheng Hui about her request.

The old factory manager's eyes lit up: "You want both? If you want both, 5 yuan is 5 yuan!"

Just as Cheng Hui said, some of the goods have been stored for more than ten years, and he dare not let the workers move them, for fear of accidentally tearing holes in them.

If it was left there, it would be eaten by insects and rats. He planned to keep it for a few more years, but when it was really rotten, he would throw it away.

Now someone has taken over, 5 dollars is still money!

"But I have to make it clear, that is a real defective product. The clothes are just for show. They cannot be washed or pulled. If there is a problem, don't come to me for a return. Our factory does not accept returns or exchanges!" said the old factory manager.

"Okay." Cheng Hui said, "I can pay now, but there is one thing. I will store the goods with you first and will not ship them out until I finish the Canton Fair."

"Okay, okay!" The old factory manager was very happy. Since the other party gave him the money first, he was not afraid that the person was a scammer.

"Is your factory also participating in the Canton Fair? We can exchange ideas then." said the old factory manager.

Their factory also has several materials participating in the Canton Fair.

"One more thing, don't tell anyone that I bought your inventory before I come to pick it up," said Cheng Hui.

The old factory manager was a little confused about this, but it was not a big deal, so he nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay."

Cheng Hui paid the money, ordered 2,000 pieces of stock, and finally left with his group.

Outside, the taxi driver put away his toolbox as soon as he saw them, and the car was fixed~

"Go to the nearest large silk factory." Cheng Hui said.

"That's the Second Silk Factory." said the driver.

The car only took ten minutes to reach the destination.

After getting off the car, I walked in smoothly. The situation was almost the same. The purchasing department was on the first floor, with the same large room full of fabrics and the same people choosing their purchases.

But there weren't many people, only a few.

Now is not a good time to purchase. People from other places who really want to purchase will avoid the Canton Fair period. They either came last month or next month.

Now most of the people in the room are from local clothing factories nearby, who come to check out new styles and replenish stocks at any time.

New models will be released before the Canton Fair, and many of them are prepared for the Canton Fair. However, you don’t buy such good things now, you just look at them. After the Canton Fair is over, if they are not exported, they will be sold domestically.

Cheng Hui looked around but didn't see Zheng Manru.

But she clearly saw a car in the yard of the First Silk Factory.

Given Zheng Manru's family background, it is normal for her to have a small car to use when she comes here.

Now the car is there and the person is definitely there, but she doesn't need to be here anymore because she has no money to buy it~

Moreover, for a garment factory, buying 500,000 pieces of silk in a quarter is already seriously exceeding the standard, and she can no longer purchase silk materials.

Cheng Hui smiled, exchanged a few words with the people around her, then looked at the material carefully and asked about the price.

In the sales office, Zheng Manru saw Cheng Hui walking into the yard, and her eyes lit up: "Sure enough, she's here! It's her! Just do as I say and cheat her... 300,000, and I'll give you a job quota in Beijing! 600,000 for 2, 800,000 for 3!"

The 40-something section chief smiled and said in broken Mandarin: "Just wait and see!"

He went to the purchasing room with great vigor and confidence, exchanged a few words with everyone as if he was inspecting work, and then personally received Cheng Hui.

"Young comrade, you're new here. What kind of material do you want to choose? Tell me and I'll help you choose. I'm a professional when it comes to selecting materials." Zeng Gui said with a amiable smile.

Cheng Hui smiled and said, "I want to choose something that is cheap, good, and popular. Can you recommend something to me?"

"Okay!" Zeng Gui pointed to a pink material and said with a smile, "This one is the most suitable. Isn't it beautiful? We did a market survey and found that ten out of ten women like this color!

"A pretty girl like you will definitely be even prettier wearing it! And it's made of the best silk, there's no other like it on the market.

"The key is that our factory offers a special promotion every year. You are very lucky. Today, our factory has just decided to offer this model. The original price is 58 yuan per meter, and now the discounted price is 38 yuan, which is 20 yuan cheaper per meter! Little girl, you are so lucky!"

The expressions of the others who heard it were distorted, but they had to hold it in and look at Cheng Hui.

Then I saw the beautiful buyer from outside the area smile.

It’s over, the newbie has to pay tuition, pitiful.