Chapter 91: This is the only time that precedent is beneficial.
Dong Xinghua rolled her eyes at him. "I'm not asking you for a bag or two today. I want a lot, several snakeskin bags. If you don't pay and the people at the factory see you, you're not going to keep your job."
Wang Anwen was puzzled. "What do you need so many scraps of cloth for?" The workers at the textile factory certainly had plenty of clothes to wear. Internal employees could buy the factory's defective and unsold fabrics at a discount, a bargain price.
"I'm useful," Dong Xinghua said in a low voice. "If you do well, I'll treat you to a meal at Lao Zhengxing Restaurant."
"Oh!" Wang Anwen tutted, also lowering his voice. "You're planning to start a business too? But what can you do with these scraps of cloth?"
Dong Xinghua rolled her eyes. "Do you know it's a trade secret?"
"So mysterious." Wang Anwen didn't ask any more questions. He turned around and pulled out two more bags from the pile of rags. "The first few bags were filled with common materials like cotton, linen, and Dacron. These two are the real good stuff, silk."
"Silk?" Dong Xinghua opened one of the bags and saw the fabric inside, which shone like pearls and jade. Her eyes were filled with excitement. "Old Wang, you still have such fine goods here?"
Wang Anwen said, "Yes, why not?"
He said, "These goodies are—" He pointed upwards, "They asked me to sort them out specially."
"But they were so busy running the business last year that they probably forgot about it. You know, if I'm well fed, the whole family won't go hungry, so I didn't bother to bother. I just hid these scraps away. This summer, when the weather was nice, I even aired them in the sun, and the material is in great shape."
"If you're doing business, you can't just sell mass-market goods. You need to add some high-end goods to highlight your class."
"Thank you so much, old classmate." Dong Xinghua was very moved.
Wang Anwen waved his hand: "Don't be polite. If you hadn't specially made dumplings and sent them to my house, my mother would have left hungry."
Wang Anwen was also a pitiful person. His father died when he was a teenager. He inherited his father's job in the textile factory and worked diligently. When he finally grew up to his twenties, he saved money to marry a wife and have children. However, his mother fell seriously ill. He spent all his savings and owed a lot of debts but was unable to save her.
By the time he paid off his debts, he would be in his thirties. How could he find a good girl at this age? He thought, if he could save more money, he could find a divorced woman.
After two years of diligently saving money, he found a woman who had returned to the city as an educated youth. She took the betrothal gift, and the marriage was about to begin when she suddenly changed her mind. Fortunately, the gift money was returned. Everyone else urged him to use the money to find another woman, but Wang Anwen himself felt somewhat discouraged.
After that, his personality changed. He went from being diligent and hardworking to being just getting by. He didn't work hard, and he didn't do his job well. Eventually, he was transferred to the warehouse, and from a sewing worker, he became a warehouse manager.
"It's been so long since I last heard this. I'm embarrassed to even mention it, Old Wang." Dong Xinghua pointed at the bags of rags that Wang Anwen had picked out. "I've never bought rags before. How much do these bags cost?"
Wang Anwen thought for a moment and flipped through the previous delivery records: "Deputy Factory Director Cheng's brother-in-law came to buy silk scraps before, and they were sold at the price of fifty yuan a bag.
These two bags of silk and your materials will still be charged at fifty-one bags. Cotton, linen, and Dacron are cheaper than silk, so these scraps should also be cheaper. You can just take twenty-one bags." This price is practically the same as giving it away for free.
Dong Xinghua was a little incredulous: "So cheap? What will you do if your superiors ask about it?"
Wang Anwen spread his hands and said, "Let's do what needs to be done."
He slapped the delivery order in his hand. "There's a precedent. What should I be afraid of?"
“What’s wrong with me giving you this price?
Deputy Director Cheng's brother-in-law, Director Li's sister-in-law, Director Jiang's brother... all offered fifty-one bags. If you offer a higher price, who knows if they'll pay a higher price next time they come to buy scraps of cloth? Just follow the usual practice."
Seeing Dong Xinghua still hesitant, Wang Anwen said, "Don't worry. These scraps of cloth are already in stock. They won't sell for a good price if they're kept in the warehouse. If they get moldy and rotten, they'll be useless except for being thrown away as garbage. If you can buy them, it will increase the factory's revenue, and they'll be grateful to you!"
Wang Anwen is not afraid. If the leaders can take these valuable scraps of cloth at a low price, why can't the female workers in the factory buy them?
Dong Xinghua glanced at Xu Heye, who nodded: "Aunt, scraps of cloth are not expensive, we can buy some more."
When they make fake collars and earn money, people with ulterior motives will naturally set their sights on these scraps of cloth, and then they will probably find it difficult to get them at the same price again.
Wang Anwen picked out large pieces of cloth, four bags of cotton and linen, and two bags of silk, and all of them cost only 180 yuan.
Dong Xinghua obviously understood that this was a one-time benefit. If someone saw the value of these scraps of cloth, it would be impossible for a low-level female worker like her, with no connections or connections, to get them again.
"Lao Wang, besides the six bags you picked out, I want to buy a few more. Do you have any good ones?"
"Yes, there are, but they're all mixed sizes. I didn't sort them out." Wang Anwen said, leading the two of them to several packages. "These ten or so bags are all unsorted scraps of cloth. They're from last year, so they should all be good. We can pick some and use them."
There were some from earlier years, but even if Dong Xinghua had bought them, she would have had little use for them. Fabric, when stored for a long time, would become moldy and damp, and would be eaten by insects and ants. The fibers would become brittle and would fall apart if pulled. It could be used to make shoe soles by slurrying it up with starch, but it was useless for anything else.
Although he didn't know what Dong Xinghua wanted these scraps of cloth for, he definitely didn't want to take them back to make shoe soles.
"Thanks, Lao Wang. Let's pick one here now."
"Don't worry about picking. It's a very quiet place here and no one comes." Wang Anwen said as he took the initiative to open a bag and poured the scraps of cloth inside onto the ground. Then he took out a snakeskin bag and picked out the large pieces of cloth into it.
Seeing this, Dong Xinghua and Xu Heye hurriedly started picking.
In addition to picking out large pieces of cloth, Xu Heye also picked out some small scraps of cloth that looked more distinctive. These scraps of cloth could not be cut into complete fake collars, but they could be used as decorations and embellishments.
Although there seemed to be a lot of scraps in the bag, it was still quick to sort through. The three of them quickly finished one bag, packed up the remaining scraps, and then opened the second bag.
In the morning, the three of them picked through more than ten bags, and finally picked out four bags of usable scraps of cloth, but these scraps were all cotton, linen and Dacron, with no silk.
No, it's not like there weren't any. It's just that there were very few silks, and the strips were very small and of little value. The three of them saw them and stuffed them all into their bags, thinking it would be a waste not to take them.
Eight bags of cotton and linen, two bags of silk, a total of two hundred and sixty yuan, not worth much. Wang Anwen made the decision herself, wrote the invoice, Xu Heye paid the money, and the ten bags of rags became hers.
After issuing the invoice, Wang Anwen took the money and the invoice to the finance department to pay the money and give the delivery note, and then they could take the scraps of cloth away.
When the people in the finance department saw Wang Anwen coming with the list, they casually asked, "Is someone here to buy scraps of cloth again?"
Wang Anwen nodded: "Yes."
The Finance Department didn't ask any further questions, as this is just an old practice.
He glanced at it and said, "Oh, there are ten bags this time? Oh, eight of them are cotton and linen. Fifty-one bags of silk and twenty-one bags of cotton and linen, which is reasonable."
After checking and collecting the money, the accountant took out the official seal and stamped a red seal of receipt on Wang Anwen's delivery note. The transaction was completed.
There were ten bags of scraps of cloth, each of which was not light. When the two were still worrying about how to transport them out, Wang Anwen had already returned from the Finance Department and found a hand-pulled trailer for them.
Dong Xinghua was a little surprised: "So fast?"
Wang Anwen: "Of course it's fast. Those people in the Finance Department thought you were a relative of some leader!" If they knew it was Dong Xinghua, those people would not have taken the money and approved the order so quickly.
The three of them moved all ten bags of rags onto the trailer. The two adults pulled it in front, and Xu Heye pushed it from behind. Soon, the rags were pushed to the factory gate.
Wang Anwen wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Fortunately, it's not time to get off work now. Otherwise, if I run into a colleague after walking a few steps, and exchange pleasantries, I don't know how long it would take."
I don’t even know how many things will happen.
It's not that anyone has any bad intentions, but everyone is curious. Dong Xinghua, who took a half-month leave, suddenly came to the factory and bought ten bags of scraps of cloth. Everyone must ask why, right?
After dragging the items to the factory gate and explaining the reason to the security guard, Wang Anwen helped the two push the items out of the factory.
"It's so heavy, how can you two carry it?" The trailer is the factory's asset. He can lend it to Dong Xinghua to use to drag the scraps of cloth from the warehouse to the factory gate, but he can't lend it to her to take it away.
"Don't worry, I have someone with me." Dong Xinghua said, waving to a few young men not far away: "Youngest, come quickly, drag out the rags."
"Here we come." Dong Fuyun and his brothers came quickly on bicycles, and Liu Tong, who was following at the end, was riding a tricycle.
The rear cargo bed of the tricycle was large and could hold a lot of things. The people initially put six bags in it, but the cargo bed was too heavy and the handlebars lifted up, so the people had to take down two bags.
In the end, four bags were placed on Liu Tong's tricycle, and Dong Fuyun, Huang Wangcheng, Cheng Zijun, and Lu Jun each tied a bag to their bicycles. There were two bags of silk scraps left. Xu Heye called a tricycle, and she and her aunt took the tricycle to take the two bags of scraps back together.
"Since you have someone to help you, I'll go back to work." Wang Anwen pulled the trailer and prepared to leave.
"Wait." Dong Xinghua hurriedly pulled him back and explained the risks Xu Heye had mentioned. "Old Wang, the warehouse is full of flammable materials like fabrics and cotton. Don't smoke in the warehouse anymore. It can easily cause a fire and is dangerous."
Fearing that Wang Anwen might not take it seriously, Dong Xinghua repeatedly emphasized, "Don't take what I say lightly. If a fire breaks out, you'll be the first to be held accountable. Furthermore, fire and water are merciless, and a widespread fire could easily kill people. Remember, don't smoke in the warehouse."
"Okay, okay, I get it." Dong Xinghua nodded after confirming that Wang Anwen was not just giving her a perfunctory answer. "You go back, I'm leaving too."
Dong Xinghua climbed onto the tricycle and said, "Let's go." The tricycle driver stepped hard on the pedals and the tricycle slowly rode forward.
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