"Transfer to a garment factory? What's your inner inclination?"

Gao Zhe glanced at Xiao Xiaocui.

Xiao Xiaocui: "We do want to transfer there, after all, we used to be factory managers..."

Gao Zhe was once the deputy director of the cigarette factory, but he was still a deputy after all.

Gao Zhe added: "Also, the tobacco factory used to have good profits, but in recent years many collective enterprises and commune-brigade enterprises have emerged, producing both flue-cured tobacco and cigarettes. Although their quality varies, they are cheap. Therefore, the profits of our tobacco factory have been declining. During the Spring Festival this year, ordinary employees were only given two taels of soybean oil..."

After comprehensive consideration, Gao Zhe and Xiao Xiaocui both believed that transfer to the garment factory would provide better prospects.

Originally, he was going to start doing this after the Chinese New Year, but since he was already at his uncle and aunt's house, Gao Zhe just asked.

After hearing this, An Hua said directly: "I think it would be better for me to stay in the cigarette factory."

Gao Zhe and Xiao Xiaocui looked at each other.

Xiao Xiaocui asked cautiously: "Why?"

Why? Of course, it is because tobacco will be monopolized by the state in the future, and state-owned garment factories will most likely be on the verge of bankruptcy in less than ten years due to the impact of the market economy. Even if they do not go bankrupt, a monopoly enterprise that needs competition to survive will know what to choose with your eyes closed.

"I heard some rumors that the tobacco industry will be a state monopoly, and those commune-brigade enterprises and the like will no longer be able to produce, and no one will compete with you for profits."

An Hua told the truth. It seems that the tobacco company was established in the early 1980s. She said it was not surprising to hear the rumor.

But Gao Zhe still hesitated, "The clothing factory is actually quite profitable, and the director is still..." Before he could finish his words, Xiao Xiaocui made a prompt decision, "Okay, let's stay in the cigarette factory."

Gao Zhe looked at Xiao Xiaocui blankly. She didn't want him to be the factory director anymore?

It’s not that Xiao Xiaocui doesn’t want Gao Zhe to be the factory director, but she always feels that it’s right to listen to her Third Aunt.

Well, she just has that intuition!

Gao Zhe had been used to referring to Xiao Xiaocui for so many years, so he changed his tone and said, "The factory director is nothing special. I'm in the cigarette factory, and I'll get rid of the title of deputy sooner or later!"

Xiao Xiaocui praised him, "That's the kind of ambition you need!"

Gao Zhe pretended to brush off the non-existent dust on the sleeves of his Zhongshan suit.

"Speaking of factory performance, our food factory is not as good as before," said Geng Biao.

An Hua had worked in a food factory before, so she asked about the situation out of concern.

"It's mainly because of the reduction in exports. We used to rely mainly on earning foreign exchange." Geng Biao paused, then continued, "However, the factory is currently planning reforms to shift its focus to the domestic market. By the way, do you still remember Feng Qi? It was she who proposed the reforms. She is now the head of the obstetrics and gynecology department, and the factory director trusts her very much."

An Hua nodded, "Of course I remember her... She was very capable. I always thought she could do something great."

Hearing about the heroine's shining deeds, An Hua was naturally relieved, because everyone has their own beautiful lover.

Geng Biao: "I feel that the current situation is different from before. The country wants to develop the economy, and individuals can do business."

"Private business? Who said that? Isn't this cutting off the capitalist tail?" Gao Zhe was surprised.

"You didn't see it in the newspaper, the one in the south..." Geng Biao forgot what it was called. An Hua reminded him: "Individual business owner."