Chapter 337 It’s so hard to find a sucker!
A fancy trick can't save a factory.
But from Cheng Hui's professional perspective, the pattern she gave is at least a good idea as it will not have trouble selling and will not become inventory!
The biggest problem their factory is facing now is that they have too much inventory, which is about to overwhelm them.
"Look, all our factory's new models this year are here." He Ying said to Cheng Hui enthusiastically.
There were dozens of rolls of cloth on a long row of tables, and the tables against the wall were also full of cloth, at least one or two hundred batches.
But there are only 6 new models.
Cheng Hui touched the three light-colored ones: "These are good, suitable for summer. How much are they?"
"You have good taste. These three models are all made of high-quality silk, and they cost 48 yuan per meter." He Ying said.
Gao Zhi blurted out, "So expensive! It's 48 per meter? Not per horse?"
One horse is 33.3 meters.
A piece of old coarse cloth costs only 40 coins, and this one costs 48 coins per meter.
Zheng Manru's assistant found another point of merit and laughed: "A designer doesn't know the market price of fabrics? He can't be a liar, right?"
Silk is just so expensive. Silk has been expensive since ancient times.
The machines nowadays were not as advanced as those in later generations, and it was difficult to make cloth. Therefore, silk of poor quality cost 20 to 30 yuan per meter, while silk of very good quality cost 40 to 50 yuan per meter.
Gao Zhi looked at Cheng Hui awkwardly and couldn't help but speak, bringing shame to his sister-in-law.
"Give me your work ID." Cheng Hui said.
Gao Zhi immediately gave her his work ID.
There are no ID cards now, so a work permit is equivalent to a person’s ID card.
Cheng Hui showed He Ying Gao Zhi's work ID: "I'm sorry, she's my sister-in-law. She works at our food factory, not the garment factory. I just finished my confinement and went on a business trip. My sister-in-law was worried about me and insisted on coming with me to take care of me. Is it okay to bring her into your factory?"
"It's okay, it's okay." He Ying exclaimed: "That's your child..."
She thought it belonged to Liu Di!
After all, Liu Di looked to be about 25 or 26 years old, the age to have children. She thought that Jiang Quan standing next to Liu Di was her husband.
She also thought that the two men worked in the same garment factory as Cheng Hui. Although she was puzzled as to why they hid nearby and didn't come over, she didn't ask.
Unexpectedly, the child turned out to be Cheng Hui's!
"How old are you? You're already married."
"You're here on a business trip right after finishing your confinement. Is there no one in your factory?"
Everyone became curious again.
While chatting with people, Cheng Hui asked about the prices of other fabrics.
The new light-colored ones are 48 per meter, the dark-colored ones are 45 per meter, and the prices of other old models also vary, ranging from 20 to 50.
Cheng Hui touched a piece of white silk and couldn't let it go: "This material is good. If my skirt is made of this material, it will look better. How much is one meter?"
He Ying said: "This is what was left over from last year. The original price was 50 yuan, and after depreciation of 5 yuan, it is now 45 yuan per meter."
The cloth will become more and more rotten the longer it is stored.
"How many horses do you have left?" Cheng Hui asked.
He Ying's eyes lit up and she said, "We still have 83 of this model left... If you want more than 10, you can save 1 yuan per meter."
"Well, I will..."
Before Cheng Hui finished speaking, Zheng Manru shouted, "I want them all! I want all this material. Give me the invoice!"
He Ying looked at Cheng Hui awkwardly.
Cheng Hui frowned and looked at Zheng Manru: "Didn't you see that I was the one talking?"
"What's wrong with you talking? You talk for a day and others will wait for you for a day? We always buy materials by snatching them. Whoever talks faster gets it!" Zheng Manru said.
Everyone nodded, and told the newcomer, Tuan Hui, “That’s right.”
If Cheng Hui hadn't confronted Zheng Manru as soon as she came in, they would have been busy watching the show and were actually scrambling for the material.
The output of silk is limited, unlike old coarse cloth, where a garment factory can only get 100,000 pieces at a time!
Nowadays, a factory can produce 100 pieces of one type of silk. This is because they are betting on producing too much. For some materials, they only produce dozens of pieces to test the waters. A small factory cannot produce hundreds of pieces of material a year.
A medium-sized factory can produce one or two thousand pieces, and a large and efficient factory can produce tens of thousands of pieces.
Ordinary people can’t afford it, and they won’t make more.
Although the First Silk Factory was large and had many employees, its machines were poor and its output was limited. It only produced more than a thousand pieces of fabric a year, divided into four seasons.
This year's new models have a total of 500 units, some of which will be used for export testing, and not many will be sold domestically.
Now Zheng Manru bought the old model with 83 horses...
The assistant wanted to pull her back, but seeing Zheng Manru's smug expression, he didn't dare to spoil her fun...so he didn't remind her in the end.
"Okay, okay, we're just going to rely on robbing, right?" Cheng Hui pointed at a piece of material that was similar in color to the previous one, almost pure white, and asked, "How much is this one? How many pieces in total?"
He Ying said: "This 35 has a total of 24 horses." This is the leftover from the previous three years, so it is cheaper.
"Well, I will..."
"I want them all!" Zheng Manru answered again.
Cheng Hui looked at her unkindly, and suddenly her eyes lit up and she said, "You just asked for it with your mouth, but you haven't paid yet! Sister, give me the receipt, and I'll pay you now!"
He Ying looked at this and that, but her hands were not idle, clicking away with tickets.
As soon as the ticket was issued, it was snatched away by Zheng Manru: "I have money, I'll pay it now!"
She turned around and glared at her assistant, asking how could he be so tactless!
The assistant opened the big bag and began to count the money, a total of more than 150,000 yuan.
Cheng Hui looked at the big bag they were carrying, which showed that there was about 300,000 yuan left. The corners of her mouth curled up and then frowned.
In fact, you don’t have to pay on the spot. Just sign the contract first and wait for the factory to take over and make the payment.
Of course, if it is a hot-selling product, you have to pay for it and deliver it at the same time, so that it can be competitive.
These are the rules Wang Song told her.
500,000 yuan is not enough to buy fabric for a clothing factory in Beijing, but it is enough to buy popular and sought-after items.
Cheng Hui snorted coldly: "Humph, it seems that you are the only ones with money. Jiang Quan, bring the money over."
Jiang Quan also came over with a big bag and opened it quickly. His bag was custom-made, bigger, and contained 800,000 yuan.
Everyone took a deep breath. They had just ignored this inconspicuous man who came in later, and even more so the bag at his feet!
And there is another bag like this at the feet of the woman holding the child! And it’s even more bulgy than this!
In fact, it was a mother's bag, which contained little Peggy's things, including spare clothes, diapers, a lot of toilet paper, towels, water cups, and clothes that Cheng Hui wanted to change.
She leaks breast milk, and she has ten pairs of the same dress, so she has to change it every now and then!
But outsiders don’t know and think there is money inside.
Everyone looked at Cheng Hui with no doubt in their eyes. It was not certain whether she was a designer, but she was definitely a buyer for a clothing factory and she was not here to joke.
He Ying's eyes sparkled as she looked at Cheng Hui.
"Come on." Cheng Hui looked at Zheng Manru provocatively, and then asked about another light-colored fabric: "How much is this? How many pieces?"
"This one is 20 yuan, 33 horsepower..."
"I want them all!" Zheng Manru said directly: "Get the tickets!"
Another 20,000+ yuan.
"I don't believe it!" Cheng Hui pointed at another piece of fabric: "This..."
"I want it!" Zheng Manru said, "Get the ticket!"
He Ying didn't care and just started issuing invoices.
The original price of this product is 50, and it has been kept for 6 years! I finally found a sucker! She was afraid that Zheng Manru would regret it if she was a second late!
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