Chapter 618 Cheap Words
The director of the garment factory also felt that Jiang Xia was right. After all, it was Jiang Xia who helped him sell the products. If he could sell them, he would make a profit, and if he couldn't, he wouldn't lose money.
Now the factory has stopped production, and the workers are unwilling to go to work because they can’t pay their wages.
Some workers have found other jobs.
He also knew that there were hundreds of thousands of clothes piled up here, and it would be difficult to find someone to contract them. After all, the piled-up clothes were more expensive than contracting a factory.
Moreover, the factory is old. Although it was renovated several years ago, the equipment can almost be eliminated.
Most of the people who came to see the products were Hong Kong businessmen, and they all said they did not want those clothes because the cost was too high.
Now that the city has industrial zones, there are preferential policies for foreign investment in factories. Wouldn't it be better for them to build a new factory than to buy this old one? Moreover, this garment factory is not very big, with a construction area of only about 2,000 square meters.
"Okay." The director of the garment factory thought about it and agreed.
Seeing that he agreed, Jiang Xia discussed the details with him.
"How many months' wages does our factory owe the workers?"
Factory Manager: “Most owe four months, some only owe three months.”
Jiang Xia said, "Let the factory workers pick out this batch of clothes first. The money for buying clothes can be deducted from their wages."
The factory manager shook his head and waved his hands when he heard this: "I have talked to the workers in the factory about this matter. They are not willing to use the clothes to offset their wages. They only want money, not clothes."
If Jiang Xia was thinking of this, he could give it up as soon as possible! He had already thought of this idea, but it didn't work.
The workers in the factory objected so strongly that they almost ripped off the roof of the factory building! The factory director told Jiang Xia about the situation at that time.
Jiang Xia: "I'm not asking them to deduct the clothes from their wages, I'm just asking them if they want to buy them."
"What difference does it make? They won't buy it!"
"That may not be the case. These clothes are so cheap now. Even if the factory workers bought them before, they were never so cheap, right?"
Factory Director: "Of course! In the past, the factory workers paid the same price as those who bought at the supply and marketing cooperative. But they didn't need cloth coupons."
It was not easy to get a cloth coupon in those days. For the workers in the factory, it was already very good to be able to buy clothes without using cloth coupons.
Jiang Xia smiled and said, "As the saying goes, good things should be kept within the family. The factory manager can inform everyone that the factory has been acquired and that they are now clearing out the stock of clothes for a sale. Those who want to buy one or two sets of clothes can hurry up and buy them. ... Forget it, I'll come over and talk to them tomorrow! Factory manager, can you help notify 20 workers to come over tomorrow to help me pack the clothes in the warehouse and the clothes to sell? The wages will be paid immediately, two yuan a day."
"Of course!" For two yuan a day, many people are willing to do it.
"Don't worry, I'll ask our former model workers to come and help you tomorrow. They are both capable and hardworking."
Jiang Xia knew that many factories nowadays select model workers every year.
Moreover, the title of model worker in this era is not so easy to obtain. It is of extremely high value and is awarded to workers who are diligent and hard-working, have strong professional skills, and have made outstanding contributions and excellent performance.
He is a true model worker!
Jiang Xia hopes to retain such talents after taking over the garment factory.
She smiled and said, "Thank you for troubling the factory manager."
Jiang Xia asked again: "Director, does the factory have any brushes and red paper? Cardboard will do!"
Factory Manager: "Yes! I'll get it right away. Forget it, just follow me to the office! It's more convenient to write anything on my desk."
Sometimes the factory has news to announce, such as who to commend or punish, and when a leader comes to visit, slogans have to be written, so red paper and brushes are necessary.
So the three of them went to the factory director's office again.
Jiang Xia looked at Zhou Chenglei and said, "Help me write some slogans."
"Um."
Zhang Rong smiled and said, "Alei's handwriting is very good."
The old man always praised Zhou Chenglei for his good calligraphy, saying that none of his brothers could write as well as he did.
Jiang Xia smiled and said, "He said he learned it with you guys."
"We learned earlier than him, but we can't write as well as him. The old man said he learned everything quickly."
Zhang Rong talked about the interesting things that happened when Zhou Chenglei was learning to write.
Jiang Xia listened carefully.
Unfortunately, we soon arrived at the factory director's office.
The three of them walked in.
The factory director took out the brush, ink and red paper.
Zhou Chenglei asked Jiang Xia what he was writing.
Jiang Xia: "Let me cut the paper first."
Zhou Chenglei picked up the knife and refused to let Jiang Xia touch it: "I'll do it, you tell me how to cut it."
"First, cut out a few rectangles, about this size..."
Half an hour later, Jiang Xia looked at the big words written by Zhou Chenglei: "Clearance sale, don't keep anything, all prices as low as five yuan each, last three days". Every word was vigorous and powerful, and pleasing to the eye, but it felt not full of blood and tears!
Jiang Xia shook his head regretfully: "No, I have to rewrite it."
The factory manager was still admiring Zhou Chenglei's handwriting, and was confused when he heard it: "It's well written! Why do you want to rewrite it?"
Zhang Rong also looked at her.
Jiang Xia: "It's so well written! It's not appropriate, not blood and tears enough, and it doesn't have that feeling of clearing out stocks at a loss, very low prices, and being miserable!"
Three people: "..."
What kind of words can give this feeling? Jiang Xia: "This kind of words is only suitable for company titles, not for the feeling of a company that is about to go bankrupt and is selling at a low price. It's not cheap enough."
Jiang Xia decided to let Zhou Chenglei write the plaque of the garment factory. That’s so domineering!
Factory Director: “…”
Zhang Rong: "Now that you put it that way, I think you're right. The words are too domineering, it doesn't look like a big sale!"
Jiang Xia looked at the factory director: "Director, how about you write it?"
Factory Director: “…”
What does it mean?
Is his handwriting cheap?
Jiang Xia thought that in this era, many people's calligraphy was good, so she waved her hand again: "Forget it, let me do it!"
So Jiang Xia picked up a pen and started working on it himself.
Zhou Chenglei saw that her hair was falling on her cheeks and hindering her writing, so he gently tucked her hair behind her ears and then held it tightly.
Jiang Xia finished writing quickly and asked the three people, "How is it?"
Zhang Rong gave a thumbs up: "Excellent! You wrote down the feeling of blood and tears of a big sale at a loss! My sister-in-law is really talented, she can even write this! A Lei, you should learn from my sister-in-law, you should write according to the situation! It's obviously a big sale, why did you write it so elegantly? How can it be a big sale if you write like that?"
The factory manager also nodded: "Indeed, this is much better than before!"
The writing is not very good, but it feels right! This writing has a cheap, blood loss, cheap, and sale feeling.
Jiang Xia never thought that his calligraphy would be praised one day.
So no matter whether it is a shortcoming or an advantage, it can shine as long as it is placed in the right place.
The factory manager asked, "Are you really confident that you can sell out in just three days?"
Jiang Xia: "How is that possible? Didn't you say you would give me a month?"
The factory manager said: "Then why did you write about the last three days? Shouldn't you write about the last month?"
Jiang Xia: "It takes three days to feel the urgency! If I write for a month, people passing by will not be anxious anymore."
The factory manager asked: "What if we can't sell out in three days?"
How could tens of thousands of sets of clothes be sold out in three days? He had been selling for three years and still couldn’t sell out!
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