Wu Muxiang was a little unsure. Would the county department store want goods produced by non-state-owned small factories?
She decided to give it a try.
Wu Muxiang took a few samples of clothing to the county town.
The salesperson in the department store was still not very polite. When he saw someone coming, he spoke in a cold tone.
"What do you want?"
Wu Muxiang politely stuffed a candy into her mouth and said with a friendly smile, "I'll look for your manager."
After I got the candy, the salesperson's attitude became better.
"The manager is not here today."
Wu Muxiang stuffed two more big white rabbits into her mouth: "Sister, when is the manager usually here?"
The salesperson looked her over and asked, "What do you want to talk to the manager about?"
Wu Muxiang: "I have some goods here and I want to talk to the manager."
The salesperson looked at her with an expression of watching a fun event on his face and said with a smile:
"Then don't look for it. We don't sell anything that comes out of any small workshop. Hey, don't just ignore the policy. What if within two years you're labeled a capitalist-roader again? You'd better be careful!"
"Excuse me, comrade, for troubling you."
Wu Muxiang didn't waste any time talking to her. She just thanked her and didn't argue with her.
But she didn't leave the department store, but started shopping.
There are so many goods in the department store, rows of bicycles, and a sewing machine sales area with several sewing machines, watches, and some electrical appliances that I have never seen before.
When they came to the place where clothes were sold, Wu Muxiang looked around carefully.
Dacron shirts, dresses, suit pants, and leather shoes seem to have always been the same and have not changed for hundreds of years.
A middle-aged woman and a young girl were watching nearby. As they watched, the middle-aged woman said:
"Just pick whichever one you like and Mom will buy it for you."
The girl looked it up and down, but nothing seemed to satisfy her.
"I don't like the clothes here either!"
The middle-aged woman turned to look at her and said, "What kind do you want? I'll ask a tailor to make it for you."
The girl's face showed even more disgust: "Oh, those styles made by the tailor are so outdated!"
"You don't like it when I bring you to the store, and you're not happy when I ask the tailor to make it for you. What exactly do you want?"
The girl was holding back her anger: "Look at how beautifully those girls outside are dressed!"
The middle-aged woman's tone was also not very good: "How can that be clothes worn by a decent person?"
"Why are you being so indecent? You didn't expose anything!"
"What's the point of making clothes like that other than wasting fabric? And the colors are gaudy! If you wear clothes like that and marry into someone's family, they'll gossip about you!"
Wu Muxiang walked away silently and stopped listening to the quarrel between the mother and daughter.
As she approached the counter, the voices of the salespeople chatting suddenly reached Wu Muxiang's ears.
"Hey, let me tell you, a woman just came over and made me laugh to death."
"What did that woman do?"
"Haha, guess what she said?"
"What?"
"She actually said she wanted to see the manager, saying she had something to sell in our store! Hahahaha, we're all state-owned here, and we buy our goods from big factories. She thought she could just make a few clothes at home and then sell them in the store!"
"Why didn't I run into this person? I'm sure she'd be so embarrassed she'd be speechless! Hahahaha!"
"Hey, what's wrong with the manager lately? He seems to be in a bad mood and keeps cursing at people."
"You don't know this, do you? Didn't the general manager get a promotion recently? He and the deputy general manager are both eyeing the position. His daughter-in-law just gave birth to a grandson, and his wife is forcing him to get the baby formula! He's got so many worries at home and abroad, how can he be happy?"
"Milk powder? Where can I find milk powder here?"
"Humph, he finally has a grandson to treasure! He's already a department store manager, what can't he get?"
"If you ask me, why not just feed him some malted milk? You can get malted milk anyway!"
"There's already milk powder, but who would be willing to give their precious grandson malted milk? I heard from someone I know that there was milk powder, but it was taken away by the boss. The manager didn't dare to argue, not even saying a word!"
The two of them talked and laughed in low voices. Wu Muxiang listened carefully and heard everything.
She thought about it, turned around and went back to the merchandise area.
After turning around for an unknown number of times, the salesperson noticed her.
"Hey! What are you doing here? What do you want to buy? If not, just leave! Are you wandering around here trying to steal something?"
Wu Muxiang didn't wait for the manager, but was driven away by the salesperson. She had no choice but to stuff two more apples into the salesperson's hands.
"Comrade, can you introduce me to the manager? I think I'd like to talk to you because you're pretty and easy to talk to.
I'm a very honest person. I won't ask you to help me for nothing. As long as I see the manager, I'll give you a 20-cent reward."
Seeing her persistent attitude and the two apples in her hands, the salesperson stopped laughing at her. After all, she was praised and was quite happy.
"Okay, the manager should be coming to work tomorrow morning. You have to come early. He might be gone in two hours."
Wu Muxiang was delighted: "Okay, what time do you start work?"
"Eight o'clock."
"Then I'll wait for you at 7:30!"
The salesperson nodded and said, "Okay, but if you're late, there's nothing I can do."
Wu Muxiang smiled and stuffed a few more candies into the bag: "Thank you very much, comrade. These candies are for your children at home to sweeten their mouths."
The salesperson took the candy and was in a good mood.
"Okay, go back and stop hanging around. The manager won't be coming today."
"Yeah, okay."
Wu Muxiang turned around and walked out of the department store.
The public food is good, the work is easy, and you can get a salary.
Wu Muxiang had nothing to do, so she wandered around the county town and found many stalls selling clothes.
An idea suddenly popped into her mind.
Why doesn't she hire someone to produce and sell it herself?
Who stipulates that you have to sell the things you produce to others?
You can even earn retail price by selling it yourself!
But who to find to do this is really a problem. Ordinary villagers don’t have the ability, and she can’t trust them.
There was money involved. At the beginning, she could guarantee that the villagers would not do anything wrong, but after a long time, who could resist the temptation of money?
How about she do it herself?
The factory just hired someone to supervise the work.
Wu Muxiang thought about this all the way home.
After returning to Dafang Village, Wu Muxiang posted a notice at the door of the workshop.
Some villagers are illiterate, but most of the children in their families can read.
After all, the village provided primary and junior high schools, so wouldn't it be a loss if they didn't go? Therefore, almost all families sent their children to primary school. This way, every family had someone who could read.
"Hey, Goumao, read to Dad what's written on this?"
The child looked at the words above and read them out word by word.
"A textile worker gets 27 yuan a month, and a salesperson gets 10 yuan a month. The commission is based on the volume of sales."
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