Today, Liu Yang and Lin Xiaoxiao sat down and chatted for a while. The implication was that they were wondering if there was any way to supply them with more goods recently.
Lin Xiaoxiao thought for two seconds and then agreed.
When Lin Xiaoxiao nodded, Liu Yang's eyes almost disappeared with a smile.
He already knew Lin Xiaoxiao's capabilities from the previous few times, and since she had agreed, she certainly wouldn't let him down.
While everyone was having a good time, Lin Xiaoxiao asked Liu Yang if he would accept small items like slightly flawed shoes, cloth bags, handkerchiefs, and headscarves.
"receive!"
"In the black market, anything sells well as long as you don't need a ticket. Flawed items are even more popular because they're cheap."
"However, the price I charge for the goods will definitely be calculated based on the defects. This needs to be made clear to avoid any misunderstandings later."
Lin Xiaoxiao said she understood. As long as they accepted the goods, the finished product would definitely fetch a higher price than the cloth. As long as it could be sold, there would be no loss.
Having made up her mind, Lin Xiaoxiao left the courtyard, and an hour later, the transaction took place at the same old spot.
Today we're still selling the same daily necessities, but this time we also released two or three radios, bicycles, and increased the quantity of rice to 800 jin (400 catties), vegetables to 500 jin (250 catties), and some candy and snacks.
When Liu Yang arrived with his underlings and saw the yard piled high with things, he became even more respectful towards Lin Xiaoxiao.
This is the God of Wealth, the God of Wealth who grants all wishes. He was just mentioned an hour ago, and now he has so many more things.
They have considerable power, so we must maintain a good relationship with them.
After counting the money, Lin Xiaoxiao quickly left.
After changing back into her original clothes at the bicycle parking area, Lin Xiaoxiao didn't linger in the county town and went straight home.
...
By the time Lin Xiaoxiao arrived in the village, the village's recruitment results had already been released.
As soon as she parked her bicycle, Captain Wang called her out to go to the team's office for a meeting.
Some people recommended Lin Xiaoxiao to manage this small workshop. After all, without Lin Xiaoxiao and Han Qiushi's help and guidance, such a good opportunity would not have come to Wangjia Village.
Upon hearing this, Lin Xiaoxiao immediately waved her hand in refusal.
It's fine to have her organize a few people, but it's absolutely impossible for her to manage so many.
With so many people, there are bound to be troublemakers. She was afraid that if anyone said something wrong, she would lose her temper and take action, which would be detrimental to the unity of the small workshop.
Seeing that Lin Xiaoxiao declined, Captain Wang chose someone else.
After the meeting, the workshop manager confirmed the details and introduced a technical guide. Lin Xiaoxiao provided patterns and ideas, and discussed with some experienced aunties to come up with the clothing styles in her mind.
Lin Xiaoxiao tilted her head and thought to herself, "Isn't she the master of moving?"
She doesn't produce clothes; she's just a mover of clothing designs.
The village officials have already drafted some general rules and regulations, and they have been communicated to everyone during the meeting. The rest can be added by everyone later.
After all, this was the first time we had run a small workshop, and the problems we could come up with in two days were limited. We needed to gradually improve them through practice.
After the meeting, the group walked out, attracting a lot of attention.
After the results came out, some people were happy and some were sad.
Some families are overjoyed when they are selected, while others naturally have many complaints when they are not.
"Why only those up to 40? I've done sewing my whole life, I'm sure I can do it better than those young girls, why don't they want me?" An old woman said unhappily as she watched the people coming out of the office.
It would be great if the age limit for recruitment could be raised.
"Don't even mention you. I'm the same age and I wasn't selected either. What's so difficult about needlework? Give me a few days, and I might not do any worse than them."
“Who says otherwise?” the aunt sitting to the side chimed in.
Thinking that others could also earn work points in winter, and work points were money, many people got the idea.
In the evening, people went to the homes of the brigade leader, the village party secretary, and even the team's accountant. Many of the women there either brought their wives or their daughters.
They would place either a few eggs or some candy and snacks on the table in their house.
Some were singing about how poor their families were, expressing their ability to endure hardship and their willingness to learn from any shortcomings.
He would either sing or sing, saying that he had been doing needlework for decades and that he could do any kind of needlework.
Another approach is to appeal to emotions, saying that the two families are so close, the children get along well, and your child even calls me "auntie," because you've watched them grow up.
It's just a female worker's quota, nothing difficult, not difficult at all for the team leader, and so on.
Surprisingly, this time, whether it was offering gifts or trying to appeal to emotions, they all refused.
Can this door be opened?
There are indeed some skilled cooks there, but we still can't give in.
If we agree to recruit 20 people, then we'll recruit 20. Once this door is opened, the whole village will be in chaos.
Dealing with these troublesome disputes every day takes up a lot of energy.
In the end, one by one they returned empty-handed. After discussion, it was discovered that no one could be placed in the small workshop. They were initially a little upset, but after learning the result, they instantly felt much better.
......
A group of people were discussing the events of the past two days when they saw a man enter the village.
"Isn't that Hu San, the son of the village chief from the next village? What's he doing here?"
"You don't know? This is Wang Juan's boyfriend!"
"Really? I didn't realize Wang Juan was such a lucky person."
As Hu San walked along the road, he saw everyone talking about his family, and a smug smile appeared on his face. With their family's wealth, which family's daughter wouldn't be overjoyed to marry into their family?
Unlike Lin Xiaoxiao, who didn't know what was good for her and actually rejected him outright, she was both stupid and had no taste.
Han Qiushi, who had just returned from the fields, bumped right into Hu San, who was coming to the village.
Han Qiushi keenly sensed the unfriendly gazes.
The next second, their eyes met, and sparks flew between them.
Hu San paused for a moment when he saw Han Qiushi, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked Han Qiushi up and down a few times. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he said sarcastically, "Isn't he just a pretty boy? I'm the kind of man who's manly, okay?" After saying that, he touched his shiny pubic hair a couple of times.
"Judging from this, Lin Xiaoxiao is also a lecherous and extremely shallow person." Although Hu San spoke very softly, what kind of hearing did Han Qiushi have?
He heard every single word they said.
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