In the 1970s, a sharing spirit was popular in China.
It is precisely thanks to this selfless spirit of sharing and cooperation that the country has struggled through its humble beginnings to where it is today.
In addition to the foreign trade companies directly under the Ministry of Foreign Trade and Economic Cooperation, there are also several foreign trade units belonging to different ministries and commissions in Shanghai.
Zhang Hongcheng thought that Comrade Miao Jiaxin, with whom he had had previous interactions, was probably from the same unit as Section Chief Luo, but in fact it was not the case.
Miao Jiaxin belongs to another company with export missions.
The leaders of this foreign trade company are privately developing "sharingism".
Chief Luo made a fortune this time, making other companies jealous.
In particular, the sudden rise of the [Yaobian Tianmu Tea Bowl Set] has attracted special attention.
People in the circle privately said that the Corps was lucky and that Director Xiao Zhang was on the rise.
He is obviously a kind and timid person, but he was "lucky" again.
The foreign trade company where Miao Jiaxin worked had gained experience from the last transaction involving the guesthouse. They judged that Zhang Hongcheng's batch of goods was probably produced locally by a craft factory in Shanghai for "self-use".
Of course, they couldn't interfere with the 7,200 sets that the Corps had confirmed.
But they believe that as long as they find the original manufacturer, it should not be difficult to make a similar [Yaobian Chime Tea Bowl Set].
The market for handicrafts and gifts in Japan is huge, and it is not easy for one company to monopolize it.
They don't need to investigate privately, they just need to contact acquaintances in Chief Luo's unit.
XX Craft Factory was immediately "exposed".
This foreign trade company quickly contacted familiar merchants in the book and started the [Yaobian Dimu Tea Bowl] plan.
The [Yaobian Tianmu Tea Bowl Set] has just landed in Japan and has quickly captured the attention of the high-end gift industry.
The merchants in Japan have all realized the huge profit margins.
We want 20,000 sets!
When the foreign trade companies heard this number, they almost laughed so hard that their mouths were crooked.
The director of the craft factory had just been discharged from the hospital and when he looked up, he saw the foreign trade order happily handed over by the foreign trade company.
"Comrade Director, these are 20,000 sets. Your factory's gross profit is 50 yuan per set! This is a million yuan in gross profit... Hey hey hey hey, what's going on? Call a doctor, call an ambulance quickly!!!"
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Zhang Hongcheng immediately went to the hospital to visit the patient.
The factory director's eyes were sunken. He grabbed Zhang Hongcheng's hand with tears streaming down his face, and pointed at his heart and kept knocking on it.
"Here, the bleeding won't stop, Chief Zhang... wuwuwuwuwu."
Only then did Zhang Hongcheng realize that someone was trying to steal his family's business, which once again deeply hurt the poor factory director.
...【Dividing Line】...
The wind in Shanghai in February is still a bit cold.
Miao Jiaxin felt that his heart was colder than the wind around him.
He always feels like he's been raised by a stepmother in the company, but his background is clearly not weak, right?
He looked up at the guesthouse in front of him and once again felt that his leader was not a good person.
He was assigned this stupid task again.
Director Zhang is indeed warm-hearted and kind-hearted, but he is not a fool either.
If he poaches those two veteran workers from him, won’t the Corps leaders kill him?
"If you want me dead, just say so." As expected, Zhang Hongcheng shook his head rapidly. "Those two old guys have more reputation in front of the leaders than I do..."
(Old Song and Old Chen: We are so awesome, why don’t we know it ourselves? Also, what does our leader look like?)
Miao Jiaxin didn't think he could complete this task.
I simply chatted with Zhang Hongcheng for a while and prepared to go back and report back later.
However, Miao Jiaxin didn't know that even if he didn't come to find Zhang Hongcheng, Zhang Hongcheng would find an excuse to contact him soon.
As they were chatting, Zhang Hongcheng suddenly mentioned something, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.
"Hey, I've been in contact with some of your foreign trade colleagues recently. I heard something about a certain unlucky company that made a big mistake."
"Something went wrong with the Spring Festival gifts their company prepared for the wives of the consulates in Shanghai?"
"Do you know what's going on?"
Miao Jiaxin first stared at Zhang Hongcheng seriously for a full minute, and then sighed after confirming that this guy was not deliberately making fun of him.
"Who else could be so unlucky? It's our company!"
"Oh? Can you tell me about this?"
Seeing that Zhang Hongcheng was extremely curious, Miao Jiaxin did not hide anything and directly told him the reason.
Every Spring Festival, in addition to the foreign affairs departments sending gifts to the consulates, these foreign trade companies will also prepare gifts for the wives of the consuls and other ladies stationed in Shanghai from countries with which they have trade relations.
The small gift prepared by Miao Jiaxin's company was a double-sided embroidered silk handkerchief.
But who would have thought that everything was fine at the beginning, but problems arose on the final delivery day.
The translator at the embroidery factory is a mediocre person. He got the job after replacing the original translator.
There was a letter [L] in a word on the handkerchief, but he wrote it as [I] when he transcribed it.
But the female worker in charge of making the samples knew a little English, so the words on the samples she handed in were completely correct.
The audit is naturally no problem.
But no one expected that the correction record reported by the female worker in charge of the samples was omitted, and this female worker happened to be transferred for further training, resulting in all the finished products having a wrong letter embroidered...
When the problem was discovered, there were only seven or eight days left until the Spring Festival, and it was definitely too late to rush to make it again.
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