Chapter 73 Matchbox Routine
Director Fang didn't know if it was a coincidence, he just took a quick glance.
Anyone who can become a factory manager must have vision.
It is not difficult to make a backpack, but it is not worth it for him to open an extra workshop to operate it.
So… forget it.
"Principal Wang, your performance is very educational and can be continued."
The big boss spoke.
Principal Wang nodded immediately and said, thinking about Jiang Cheng's words, "We will definitely rehearse well without affecting our studies."
“Don’t forget your original intention and keep moving forward.”
After expressing his determination, Principal Wang scratched his head embarrassedly.
"We also want to promote our business in the province or even in Beijing, but we need money to travel and stay. Of course, our night school doesn't want to burden the city, so we plan to use our spare time to make some patchwork bags and sell them in the name of the night school to earn travel expenses."
Director Fang: Package?
The big boss thought for a few seconds and said, "Write a report and submit it."
"Okay! I'll write it when I get back."
Principal Wang knew that the matter was settled.
When Factory Director Fang heard about the need to increase publicity, he immediately said, "Boss, our textile factory is willing to pay for the night school to go out and perform."
Upon hearing this, Director Lu, unwilling to be left behind, said, "Our food factory is also willing to support the night school."
"Our ceramics factory is also willing to contribute a little!"
"We are a paper mill."
Several factories vied with each other to provide travel expenses and accommodation fees for night school students.
The big boss listened with a smile on his face.
Be aware!
The big boss praised several factory managers and left first after the praise.
After seeing off the senior leader, Director Fang stopped Jiang Cheng and asked in a low voice, "What happened to your bag?"
Jiang Cheng thought for a moment and the fish took the bait.
"This is what you're talking about, it's made of scraps of cloth."
"Is it possible that you have no idea what I'm saying..."
Jiang Cheng opened his backpack, took out a notebook from it, and opened to the first page.
"Look, this is one of them, and there is also this..."
Director Fang saw two completely different designs.
Each one is eye-catching.
"Hey? Don't close it, the bottom..."
Jiang Cheng chuckled and said, "Director Fang, we'll use this ourselves. How much are these small bags worth?"
"Besides, this thing is too small, like a matchbox. I don't think you will like it."
Matchbox?
Director Fang suddenly grasped the key point.
yes!
He doesn't necessarily have to open a workshop.
There are too many unemployed women in every household. They all know how to sew, but splicing really requires no technical skills.
As long as he distributes this work to the streets below, the textile factory will not only have an additional profitable project, but also solve the problem of scraps of cloth in the factory.
In this way, he has also made achievements in solving employment problems for many people and increasing residents' income.
Director Fang was very excited, but Jiang Cheng left.
She went on stage to organize some kind of lucky draw.
A big paper box, Jiang Cheng pulled out a number from it.
Soon, a resident who won the prize came on stage, took away two kilograms of millet, and smiled so hard that his teeth were showing.
In the following period, Jiang Cheng was very busy and Director Fang tried to find her several times but failed.
Although the person could not be found, Director Fang saw backpacks everywhere.
Almost every female student in the night school cleaned up the scene.
The colors and styles are different, it’s dazzling.
"Classmate, where did you get this bag from?"
The girl who was stopped was Jian Yue'e, who happened to know Director Fang. She smiled gently and politely.
"Hello, Director Fang. I'm Jian Yue'e. This was given to us by Jiang Cheng. She drew a lot of different designs on it! They're all really beautiful!"
"Jian Yue'e? Your father is Jian Chunsheng?"
Jian Yue'e nodded repeatedly, chatted with Director Fang for a few words, and then went to work with her classmates.
Now that the big boss has left, Jiang Cheng is talking to Director Sun of the machinery factory.
I don't know what these two people are talking about, but they look very familiar.
Finally, several factory managers left one after another. Factory Manager Fang suppressed his thoughts for the time being. He knew how to contact Jiang Cheng anyway.
At the gate of the night school, Director Lu of the food factory approached Director Sun curiously.
"Old Sun, why are you here?"
Director Sun said, "Comrade Jiang Cheng invited me, so I came."
Director Lu: It’s the same as not saying anything.
! .
He thought that Lao Sun was also deceived.
Director Sun smiled and continued, "Comrade Jiang is a rare talent. I admire him very much and even respect him."
"Comrade Lao Lu, I also think Comrade Jiang is a very outstanding talent. You can't slander him."
Director Fang interrupted with a comment, which made Director Lu so angry that he kicked him.
Two old men in their forties and fifties, one kicking and the other running, are quite funny.
"Pay attention to your image! You have a shameless face like an old locust tree, but I still want you!"
Director Fang quickly dodged, got into the car and left.
Director Lu was so angry that he laughed.
"Hey, old Fang, wait..."
Director Lu couldn't think of what Director Fang was waiting for for a moment, because none of their food factories could beat the textile factory!
"Damn it! I'm so pissed off!"
"Director Lu..."
Jiang Cheng just happened to run over.
Director Lu turned around and looked at Jiang Cheng with a stern face without saying a word.
Jiang Cheng took a look and thought, is this someone being bullied?
Let’s take a look at the exhaust of Director Fang’s car…
God help me!
Good timing!
"Director Lu, when I went to the food factory last time, I heard that you were looking for someone who could play table tennis."
"You said you could fight, didn't you?"
Jiang Cheng quickly shook his head.
"Of course not!"
"The food factory is so supportive this time. I don't have any special skills, but I just happen to know someone who can play table tennis. If you still need him, I can let him go to the food factory to try."
Director Lu really needs it.
It would be fine if the profits could not catch up with those of the textile factories, but it would be really embarrassing to lose to them in table tennis every year!
"Tomorrow... No, you can ask someone to go there this afternoon. I'll check it out and see if it's okay."
"Then it's definitely up to you. I'll bring people there this afternoon."
Director Lu nodded, got in the car and left.
After Jiang Cheng saw off all the factory directors and said goodbye to Principal Wang, she rode her bicycle back to the compound.
Rushed all the way into Grandpa Sun’s house.
Aunt Sun, who was cooking, tilted her head slightly, looked at Jiang Cheng without moving, and said in a straightforward manner, "It's time to go to work."
"I'm not looking for Grandpa Sun! Is Sun Aiguo home?"
Aunt Sun nodded dully and pointed to a door and said, "Go to bed."
Jiang Cheng heard it and said, "Then the lady called him up, I have something to talk to him about."
Aunt Sun didn't move, and asked in a serious tone, "Are you anxious?"
"I'm so anxious! I found him a job opportunity, but if he misses this opportunity, it will be gone forever."
Aunt Sun was so surprised that she showed no expression at all. She gently put down the spatula in her hand, picked up the ladle, scooped three scoops of water, and poured them into the basin.
"My name is."
Aunt Sun gently pushed the door open, holding the basin of water, raised her hand, and raised it!
(End of this chapter)
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