Qin Yao nodded. "It just so happens that the team came here with empty trucks. I think July is not long anyway. Next time, let the team send some of the completed book boxes to the warehouse first. That way, you can get the goods faster, right?"
Jiang Wen thought about it and decided that since the warehouse had to be rented sooner or later, they would feel at ease if they could get the goods in advance, so he agreed on the spot.
"Okay, then next time you can just ask these two Liu stewards to deliver the book boxes to the dock. I will arrange someone to pick you up then and we can count the goods on the spot. What do you think, Madam Qin?"
Qin Yao smiled, "Of course, but don't worry, the quality of our bookcases will definitely satisfy you."
In this way, the factory can produce more book boxes that may be damaged during transportation to ensure delivery quantity.
At the same time, it also solved the storage pressure of the stationery factory's warehouse. Once the goods are delivered, it is no longer the stationery factory's business.
Jiang Wen asked curiously, "How many book boxes can you bring next time you come?"
Liu Bo, the warehouse guard, knew best how much inventory was in the warehouse, but when he was about to speak, he was stopped by Liu Fei, who whispered, "Brother, don't say anything."
Liu Bo was anxious, and Qin Yao didn't know the exact inventory amount. What if she was wrong?
Qin Yao pretended to count and told Jiang Wen: "Next time, I can send a thousand."
Liu Bo's eyes widened instantly, and he was pinched by Liu Fei, so he couldn't help but correct it.
Seeing Jiang Wen's satisfied look, Liu Bo breathed a sigh of relief but felt confused at the same time.
It is clear that they can produce 100 pieces a day now, and considering the time needed for painting and drying, they can ship 800 pieces in 15 days.
The next time I go to the capital will be in late June, by which time I will be able to take out two thousand book boxes.
But when Qin Yao said there were a thousand, Jiang Wen seemed very satisfied. Isn't it true that the more the better?
When the meal was over and everyone had gone, leaving only the family, Liu Bo couldn't help but ask his questions.
"Why don't we tell the truth?"
Qin Yao looked at her eldest brother helplessly and said, "We can't be too honest, especially with these shrewd businessmen. You'd better only tell half the truth."
Liu Bo nodded to show that he understood, but he still couldn't understand why he couldn't report more than the number he wanted.
Qin Yao explained: "They are buyers. They want both quality and quantity. They can produce 2,000 book boxes in less than a month. If we were buyers, would we also suspect that there is a problem with the production quality?"
"Another point is that sometimes too high efficiency is not a good thing. We have been cooperating for a long time, and we broke the agreed deadline for the first time. What if they shorten our production time when they place an order next time?"
"If you say you can't do it, people will say it was possible last time, right?"
"You must not break the rules you make. Do you understand now?" Qin Yao asked gently.
Liu Bo and Liu Fei nodded to show that they had learned something.
Suddenly, a feeling of inferiority arose, and they felt that they and Qin Yao were holding them back. They knew nothing and had to rely on her alone to support them and teach them how to do things.
Qin Yao quickly explained, "I want to thank you for helping me a lot. Although nepotism is not good, I only trust you now."
"Because we are a family, we help each other and become rich together."
"Okay!" The two brothers were instantly excited and shouted the slogan together: "Let's get rich together!"
Qin Yao held her forehead with her hand. Fortunately, it was late and there was no one on the road, otherwise she would have been embarrassed all over the city.
After resting for a night in the inn, the convoy left the city early the next morning and rushed to Manager Fang's warehouse to pick up goods.
The wood was very heavy, so Shopkeeper Fang's clerk opened the door and left, leaving the drivers to load the wood themselves.
They worked from morning till noon and finally filled up all twenty carriages. Those logs that were too long were sawn in two on the spot for easier transportation on the road.
Without wasting any time, after having lunch, Qin Yao led the team back.
They arrived at the previously agreed cooperative inn in the evening, where there was an open space where they could park the carriage.
Wood is something that is cheap in small pieces but quite expensive in large pieces. It is especially good wood for making book boxes. With so many pieces put together, you cannot be careless at night.
Qin Yao arranged four people, two in a group, one group to guard the first half of the night, and the other group to guard the second half of the night. If something happened, they would take out the small gong they carried with them and beat it to remind everyone.
Qin Yao had talked about these things during the training camp, but the drivers were not used to them when they were put into practice for the first time.
They are numerous and live near the government-owned post station, so no one should have the guts to steal the wood.
However, two were lost on the first night.
Early in the morning, Liu Bo got up first to count how many sticks were loaded on each car. He had already recorded them with charcoal sticks in the small notebook given by Qin Yao when they set out from the provincial capital.
The driver marked each of his carriages with a number in black paint, and the numbers matched one by one. I started counting from the outermost row, but when I got to the second carriage, I realized that the numbers didn't match.
Liu Bo thought he had counted wrong at the time. After all, the wood was piled on the cart board, and it was not obvious if one piece was missing.
So he counted it twice to make sure it didn't match, and then woke up Liu Fei, who was on duty in the first half of the night and was still catching up on his sleep, to count it again.
"Twelve." Liu Fei counted twice and looked at his elder brother in confusion, "Is that right?"
Liu Bo shook his head with a serious expression, and Liu Fei woke up instantly. He was about to go to the tent in the camping site to call Qin Yao.
Liu Bo hurriedly grabbed him and said, "Count first and confirm the number first."
Liu Fei nodded, and the two brothers checked the number together. When they counted to car number 20, they found that another one was missing.
"Just two pieces of wood are gone?" Liu Fei couldn't believe it.
The drivers were awakened and attracted by the actions of the two men. The other three who were on duty yesterday quickly said that they did not know and wanted to distance themselves from the matter.
In the end, Liu Fei had to come to Qin Yao alone to tell her about the stolen wood.
I thought I was going to be scolded, but I never expected that Qin Yao would yawn and say, "You and Liu Bo are the team leaders. Although I am accompanying you this time, you are the leaders. If there are any problems with the team, you two have to find ways to solve them yourselves."
Liu Fei had no time to breathe a sigh of relief that he was not scolded, but he heard the second half of Qin Yao's sentence. The young man was stunned for a moment, and was a little flustered, not knowing what to do.
But he only paused for four or five seconds, then immediately ran back to find Liu Bo and whispered, "Third sister-in-law said that we two are the team leaders, and she is not responsible for this, so let us solve it ourselves."
"Brother, what should we do? Should we go and get back the lost wood?" Liu Fei was a little confused about what to do.
He wished Qin Yao would scold him, which would be better than what was happening now.
After all, he was much older, so Liu Bo calmed himself down and looked at the number of wood recorded in the notebook.
Two logs were indeed lost, from car number two and car number 20.
Because it was a wholesale price, he didn't know how much two pieces of wood would cost, but according to the market price, such good wood could be sold for five cents of silver per piece, and two pieces would be one tael.
For ordinary farmers, if one or two taels of silver were lost, the whole family would have to go out and look for it for days and nights.
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