Chapter 71
At the end of the get off work day, a small mahjong table was set up in the yard of the staff quarters of the Fourth Food Factory.
There is a bamboo table, four small bamboo chairs, sky blue mahjong tiles are shuffled, and there are a few people standing nearby to watch the fun.
"Hu!"
Director Qian's wife tilted her cheek and smiled at Atong who was feeding her cards: "Oh, every time I play with Atong, I have really good luck."
The poker player next to him also chimed in: "Yes, Sister He, Atong is very lucky for you."
Director Qian's wife touched a mahjong tile and said with a smile, "Okay, I'm a little tired. I won't play anymore."
When the show was over, Director Qian's wife secretly winked at Atong.
Atong understood and followed quietly.
The staircase of the old-style family housing is a little dim, and the hollow cement window grilles are mottled with light and shadow.
Director Qian's wife walked slowly forward, and the light and shadow changed on her floral dress.
"Ah Tong, you've already helped me win a few moon cards, what's the matter?"
Atong looked around to see if there was anyone around, then she whispered, "Sister He, you're so smart, you must be able to tell what I'm hiding."
Director Qian's wife suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at her, and said meaningfully: "I can indeed see something. Do you still want to take the contract?"
Atong nodded, and said sincerely: "I can't wait any longer. I heard that the Hong Kong businessman is leaving soon, and I'm really afraid of losing this opportunity. That's why I came to ask Sister He for help."
"Beg me? But what can I do?" Director Qian's wife said, "Since you have been playing with me these few days, I will tell you the truth. Old Qian really doesn't like your contracting of the workshop."
"Originally, the factory has not achieved the profit quota given by the higher-ups in the past few years. It doesn't matter to him. The contract is just another year's debt. But if he really agrees to you and secretly signs the contract, it will cause more trouble. What if the news leaks out, or if it violates other people's taboos, he will be called by the higher-ups, scolded, and punished. What should he do then?"
Director Qian's wife smiled and said, "Even if you succeeded, and made money from the Hong Kong businessmen and got a share of the factory, you would have made a lot of money, but it seems that he has nothing to do with Old Qian."
"How can it be okay?" Atong held the hand of Director Qian's wife and gestured a number on her palm. "I heard that according to the rules of Hong Kong, shareholders who invest will receive dividends. As long as the matter is really done, there will be at least 2,000 yuan in dividends every year."
This was real money. The wage system at that time was rather rigid, and two thousand yuan was much higher than the factory director's annual salary.
Director Qian's wife was obviously a little tempted: "But... this is a new thing after all."
"Aren't we vigorously supporting new things now?" Atong said, "If the land can be contracted, why can't the workshop? Besides, I don't want to contract the whole factory, just a small workshop. With the face of Sister He and Director Qian, the higher-ups shouldn't be so disrespectful."
Director Qian's wife thought about it and said, "Well, I'll give it a try."
The results of the trial came out in November.
In the small building under the camphor tree, Atong unfolded a contract and said in a heavy tone, "Sister Lan, you really did it."
Pang Xiaopeng leaned in and read out the words word by word: "I, Atong, have contracted the third workshop of the fourth food factory and promised to hand over 30,000 yuan in profits after one year..."
"Wow, 30,000 yuan, that's a lot of money."
"The actual amount is 32,000." Atong said in a heavy tone.
Chen Lanjun smiled and shook her head: "More than that, if we really count, it's at least 35,000, don't forget the bonuses for the workshop workers."
"Oh," Atong sighed, "It feels so hard."
Pang Xiaopeng comforted her: "Why are you complaining? Actually, the money was paid by Sister Lan. She is still smiling."
Privately, Chen Lanjun also signed another contract with Atong, stipulating that the actual bearer would be Chen Lanjun. Chen Lanjun had already given the first installment of 5,000 yuan to Atong, asking her to hand it over to the accountant of the Fourth Food Factory.
Even so, Atong was still a little nervous.
She came close to Chen Lanjun, seeking comfort, her eyes sparkling: "Sister Lan, are you really not worried?"
"Don't worry." Chen Lanjun said, "Since it's confirmed, I'll go to the workshop with you. Let's go the day after tomorrow. I don't have classes the day after tomorrow."
The third workshop of the Fourth Food Factory mainly produces candies, mostly hard candies.
It would take at least several months for my sister Chen Fengjun to find, purchase and transport instant noodle production machines.
What Chen Lanjun can use immediately now is the candy production line.
The top priority is to increase candy sales and increase cash reserves.
The Fourth Food Factory is a state-owned factory. There is an advantage in relying on a state-owned factory. The sales channels and transportation are old cooperative relationships. As long as you can produce good candy products, you can be familiar with these links, which is very beneficial for building sales channels for your own instant noodles in the future.
When arriving at the third workshop, Chen Lanjun was most concerned about the products produced by this production line.
"We haven't started work in the past few days." A skilled worker in the workshop pointed to the cardboard boxes piled up in the corner and said, "The products produced previously have not been sold out yet, so they are piled up here. The weather is humid, and the smell is a bit bad after being left for a long time, so the People's Department Store refuses to accept them."
Chen Lanjun walked towards the pile of boxes, opened one at random, picked out a candy, and looked at it carefully in the palm of her hand.
The product produced looks... very simple, wrapped in a green paper with the words "Fourth Food Factory" written on it.
When I peeled off the candy wrapper, I saw a round, flat orange-flavored hard candy, and nothing else.
It seems that there is really no competitiveness.
"How much is this candy?" asked Chen Lanjun.
"One cent a pill, about 80 cents a pound." Atong replied.
Chen Lanjun nodded and asked in detail about the situation of the workshop and its workers.
Because she had class in the first period the next morning, after leaving the Fourth Food Factory, Chen Lanjun returned to her dormitory at Mingde University.
She gently opened the door. The head of the dormitory, who was sitting on the bed reading, looked up and was a little surprised: "Why are you here?"
"Don't I have class in the first period tomorrow? I'm too lazy to get up early."
As soon as Chen Lanjun entered the room, she took out her pocket and poured all the hard candies she had picked up onto the only small desk in the dormitory: "Would you like some candy? I'll treat you."
Several roommates looked over but didn't move or respond.
Because Chen Lanjun often lived off campus, she was not very close to her roommates. Candies were considered relatively expensive snacks in those days, and people would only buy some as gifts during festivals or when visiting relatives, so her roommates felt a little embarrassed.
"Wow, my popularity has become so bad." Chen Lanjun said in an exaggerated manner, "It's my fault. I reflect deeply on it."
"No way." The dormitory head said, "You are very good."
"Then please have a piece of candy," Chen Lanjun smiled and grabbed a few candies for her, "Try it, I picked them specially from my relative's factory. I heard that if you don't eat them quickly, they will expire and have to be thrown into the trash can."
"No, it's good candy, why would you throw it away?" A roommate who lives in a poor area was anxious and came over to take two pieces. "Let me taste it. Since it's candy, how can it be bad?"
Chen Lanjun grabbed four or five and gave them to her, and then distributed some candies to her roommates: "In order not to waste food, please help me eat them."
Almost all of them were accepted, except for a girl with single eyelids and short hair.
Chen Lanjun smiled and brought candy to her bedside. The girl with single eyelids and short hair glanced at her and said, "Thank you, but I don't need it."
...quite cool.
The dormitory head called out softly, "Seventh Brother, this is the first time Sixth Brother is sharing food, you should at least give him some face."
Chen Lanjun twitched her lips when she heard the name: "Sixth Brother? Is that me?"
"Ah, you were not there that night." The dormitory head explained, "Our roommates are divided into different groups according to age. I am the oldest, so I am the boss. You are the sixth oldest, so I am called the sixth. Don't you like it? Then I won't call you that anymore."
"I don't dislike you," Chen Lanjun said. "Thank you sisters for considering me as one of you. It's true that I had some family matters recently and was a bit busy. I didn't have time to communicate with you. I'm really sorry."
"What's the big deal?" The dormitory head laughed. "No matter what, we are a group. It's fate that we can be in the same dormitory. Lao Qi, try some candy. It tastes delicious."
Lao Qi glanced at the candy and peeled it off reluctantly: "This candy wrapper is so ugly."
The dormitory head turned to Chen Lanjun and said, "She is a fine arts student and is more concerned about this. She doesn't have any opinion on you."
"You're studying fine arts." Chen Lanjun's eyes lit up. "Then can I ask you, what do you think beautiful candy wrappers look like?"
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