Zhang Hongcheng didn't dare to continue contacting Minister Li, so he turned around and found an old contact in the Corps' coal department.
"I heard your department is purchasing clothes for the workers who go down into the mines?"
"Yes, but we've already contacted the supplier. Director Zhang, if there's anything I can help you with, just let me know."
"I think I can get a batch of cheap clothes here, and the quality is also solid. Of course, I'm just saying probably..."
"Hahahaha, you're indeed worthy of being the most kind and enthusiastic cadre in our Corps. Director Zhang, I'd like to thank you first. Could you please help us take a look and ask around? If it's suitable, please help us decide first."
"That won't work! I just happen to have a connection to ask, but I can't guarantee it will work. Let me give it a try first."
"Thank you, too. I'll have someone fax you a copy of the letter of introduction tomorrow."
"No, please keep it a secret from the Corps for me and send it to me by express mail with extra money."
"...what is our relationship? I just don't want others to know about it."
......
Liao Yuanfeng is an indecisive person.
The people sent by the district and street to replace him were so decisive that it made people's scalps tingle.
Zhang Hongcheng had just finished practicing Tai Chi with his boss and had not had time to figure out his next move when the new factory director who took over made drastic changes and transferred two workshop directors and a deputy director to unpopular positions in the street.
Killing the chicken to scare the monkey?
Wrong, the new factory manager even killed the monkeys.
The compensation of 250,000 yuan was directly distributed among all the people involved.
From the sewing workshop to the canteen, to the warehouse and maintenance department, even the dyeing workshop has to bear incidental responsibilities.
It’s okay if you don’t have to pay compensation, you can just go and resign yourself.
Both the district and the street gave the new factory director the greatest support and authority.
When Liao Yuanfeng mentioned his successor, his tone was bleak and sighing, but Zhang Hongcheng felt something was wrong.
What he was actually targeting were the dozens of sewing machines and truly skilled workers in the sewing workshop.
In the 1970s, the only export sector in China with relatively high and stable added value was clothing.
As long as the style, color and fabric are solved, the competitiveness of Chinese workers will be absolutely top-notch thanks to their skillful hands and low wages.
In the past, Zhang Hongcheng only fiddled with porcelain, furniture, and even the old hot sauce and made quick money.
Domestic planned allocations were too complicated and strict. The Corps wanted to save some private money, and to have a more permanent income. Zhang Hongcheng felt that he could only work hard on clothing foreign trade.
Two hundred and fifty thousand is a sky-high price in this era.
Zhang Hongcheng gritted his teeth and racked his brains, dreaming of getting the opportunity to participate in the Canton Fair.
He didn't expect that Liao Yuanfeng's successor would quickly and "brutally" handle everything after taking office.
Lifeng Factory accepted the debt of more than 250,000 yuan.
The sewing workshop is responsible for 50%, and other workshops are responsible for 30%, which will be repaid in installments from the workshop profits in the next five years.
The more than 300 employees in the factory are responsible for 5%, with each person paying about 40 yuan. The remaining 15% is borne by more than 60 responsible persons, with each person paying about 600 to 700 yuan.
If you don’t want to give it to me, just get out.
Seven or eight vehicles from various street police stations gathered and parked in the factory area, and dozens of workers and cadres went door to door to do their work.
When Zhang Hongcheng finally found an excuse to go to Lifeng Factory, he found that more than 40 people had already resigned and the situation had basically been resolved.
He no longer has to worry about the sewing workshop...
"What about your shirts? No, I mean the junk?"
The security guard took another cigarette from Zhang Hongcheng.
He pointed desolately towards the west of Shanghai.
"The XX Street Labor Supplies Factory uses all of it as raw material for mop production..."
Guanghui Labor Supplies Factory is located in Qingpu.
Zhang Hongcheng hurriedly found a local trade union with which he had a good relationship, and with the help of the union's introduction, he found Zhong Fuqiang, the director of the labor supplies factory.
Zhong Fuqiang received Zhang Hongcheng with a smile.
"I've heard that Director Zhang is kind-hearted. It's just a few pieces of scrap fabric. Just take it..."
"Actually, this shirt material isn't suitable for making a mop at home. I'll have someone get you a more absorbent one..."
Zhang Hongcheng took out the letter of introduction from the expedited mail he had just received.
"Director Zhong, let's not mince words."
"You'll understand after reading this letter of introduction. I'm actually asking for cheap and durable clothing on behalf of the workers in our Corps' coal system."
Director Zhong frowned at first, then burst into laughter.
"Yes, yes, yes, you guys are really good at thinking!"
"These plain-looking clothes are perfect for coal miners. Once you're out of the mine, no matter how colorful your clothes were before, they'll all be the same color. It's just that the style isn't quite right."
Of course Zhang Hongcheng knew that the shirt and the mine had nothing to do with each other, but fortunately he was able to fool people.
"Don't worry about that. The worker's family is very skilled. They can just alter the collar and cuffs."
"Look at the loose sleeves. They're perfect for workers going down into the mines in the fall."
Zhong Fuqiang shook his head.
"You, Xiao Zhang, are too honest. You could have taken it away as scrap, but you chose to give it to our factory for a profit."
“When these things were allocated, they were registered as waste.”
"Then... I'll shamelessly treat it as a defective piece of clothing for you?"
The waste fabric was 30 cents per pound, but the transfer price agreed upon by Zhang Hongcheng and Zhong Fuqiang was one yuan per piece.
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