"Yes, of course, Brother Ji, please wait, I'll be there in a bit."
Ji Xiangjun asked casually, but Sun Xiaoyu took it very seriously. After the goods were moved into the warehouse, she immediately sent over a large stack of reports, including production, shipping, and financial statements.
Others might not know, but she knew very well that Ji Xiangjun was one of the three bosses, so of course she would take the boss's problems to heart.
Although it was only a short month, Sun Xiaoyu's perspective and courage were different from before after being in management for a month.
Not only are their reports clear and well-organized, but they also speak fluently and eloquently, explaining the numbers on each report clearly and in a soft, gentle voice.
As Ji Xiangjun looked at the report and then at the final profit, he nodded repeatedly: "This is truly an impressive achievement in just one month."
After delivering two or three batches of goods and collecting more than 20,000 yuan in payments, the profit was more than 8,000 yuan after deducting the cost of the fabric, employee wages, and various social obligations.
He took 30%, which is 1,000 yuan, and then went out and made a profit, doubling his initial investment.
This is equivalent to what he earns in a year driving a large truck. I didn't realize Chen Jing was so capable. It seems like he's taking this money with a bit of a guilty conscience.
However, Sun Xiaoyu said with a hint of worry, "But tomorrow is the last delivery. There are no new orders, only some scattered orders from street vendors..."
"It's alright, just keep working. I'll take whatever they want in half a month with a big truck. I promised them, so I can handle any amount, whether it's a thousand or two thousand."
Ji Xiangjun was relieved to hear this; he was still useful after all.
He then gestured towards the girl unpacking the boxes: "Four boxes contain ninety-six bolts of silk. Let Xia think carefully about what clothes to make."
Sun Xiaoyu happily agreed and turned to go to the warehouse to see the newly arrived fabric.
The warehouse is overflowing. Last time, they only made a third of the hundred or so bolts of cloth they had. Now they've received another hundred or so bolts, enough to keep them busy for a month.
Sun Xiaoyu frowned. Of the fabrics Ji Xiangjun brought back, few were brightly colored; at least two-thirds were black, blue, gray, or brown, and their thickness varied.
Even with some brightly colored fabrics, there are only one or two bolts of each color available; it's impossible to mass-produce them. How many of these would that be?
No wonder the price is so low. She frowned to herself as she looked at the quote; these colors weren't really suitable for women's clothing.
Or rather, women's clothing isn't very popular. After all, black, blue, and gray were all the rage in the 60s and 70s; young girls these days prefer something fresh and new.
Sun Xiaoyu looked around and secretly shook her head. The goods had been delivered and were going to be used to pay off the debt. This was going to give Ji Xia a headache.
It's impossible to let a grown man handle the fabric; he can't even pick out colors.
Although she secretly grumbled about Ji Xiangjun for a long time, Sun Xiaoyu still carefully completed the inventory report.
Ji Xiangjun took a tour of the workshop, put the fabric into the warehouse, looked at the reports, and then drove away in his truck.
Back in his courtyard, he glanced at the unlocked gate, assuming Ji Xia was home, and casually pushed it open, calling out, "Little sister."
In the courtyard, Zhang Lan was sitting and hanging clothes to dry, while Zhang Hong was holding a child and circling around inside the gate. They both turned around when they heard the noise.
Upon seeing Ji Xiangjun, Zhang Hong felt a little embarrassed. This younger brother-in-law was the real owner of the courtyard, and they had been living there for almost half a month without reporting to the rightful owner!
Zhang Hong, holding the baby, stood at the door and smiled at Ji Xiangjun: "Second brother, you're back? Have you eaten? Third sister, this is my uncle Ji Xiangjun. Go and cook a big bowl of noodles, and add plenty of minced meat."
Upon hearing this, Ji Xiangjun quickly shook his head: "I've already eaten, no need to trouble yourself."
As he spoke, he looked around. The yard was still the same yard, but there were two whole bamboo poles of clothes hanging out to dry. There was also a small iron stove in front of the kitchen door, with something simmering on it over a low flame, and a sweet and sour smell filled the air.
He turned around suspiciously, then looked at the baby in Zhang Hong's arms, and suddenly realized: "Is this my little nephew?"
Just then, another high-pitched baby cry came from inside the house. Zhang Hong quickly smiled apologetically at him, picked up the child, and rushed back into the house.
Ji Xiangjun was stunned. The child was being held in his sister-in-law's arms, and there was a crying sound coming from inside.
Zhang Lan explained timidly, "My sister gave birth to twins, two sons. Sister Xia said the babies were a little weak after birth, so she suggested that I stay in the city for postpartum care, so it would be more convenient to go to the hospital if anything happens."
"Twins? I see. Big brother is very lucky."
Ji Xiangjun nodded knowingly: "Okay, I understand, you can stay here."
He went back inside to pack two pieces of clothing, then turned around and went out again.
There were several women living in the house, and he felt embarrassed to stay, so he decided to go back to the brigade first.
However, before returning to the brigade, I still need to settle accounts with my younger sister. How could she bring two women to her house without saying a word?
It's one thing for the eldest sister-in-law to be a member of the Ji family, but how come her sister-in-law's younger sister is also living in his house and taking up his room? Where is he supposed to live?
Ji Xiangjun specifically asked Zhang Lan and learned that Ji Xia was working at the supply and marketing cooperative in the afternoon, so he went there instead.
Ji Xia was selling goods at the supply and marketing cooperative when Liu Hongju came over to help. After seeing off a few customers, she complained resentfully, "Hey, how's the children's clothing I told you about yesterday? Can you make more?"
Ji Xia couldn't help but roll her eyes at her: "You think they can just do more because you say so? Do you think they don't want to do more? Wouldn't it be better to do more and earn more money?"
Liu Hongju couldn't help but sigh: "Only a little bit of goods every three days is too little."
"Please, be content with what you have, don't be too greedy."
As Ji Xia spoke, she looked around and, seeing that no one was around, lowered her voice and teased, "You can earn at least one yuan per set of children's clothing. If you sell them every three days, you can earn over a hundred yuan. If two people split it, each of you can earn forty or fifty yuan, which is more than a month's salary at the supply and marketing cooperative."
Going three times a day, that's ten times a month. Working ten nights a year, earning four or five hundred yuan, and you're still complaining? Aren't you afraid of what trouble others might cause if they find out?
Liu Hongju blushed, hesitated for a moment, and then sighed sadly.
“You don’t know, don’t even talk about making four or five hundred yuan in ten nights. We’ve done it three or four times already, and some people in the family are already envious.”
Ji Xia raised an eyebrow: "Someone's jealous? Who?"
"Who else? My sister-in-law and my cousin both begged me to help them get some goods, and they blamed me for partnering with Qiuying instead of them."
Liu Hongju said with a bitter face, "Tell me, even I think your stock isn't enough. If I give them more, what am I supposed to do?"
Ji Xia smiled slightly upon hearing this. Chen Jing had even said he wanted to find a few more people to wholesale to.
However, it's not feasible for everyone to stay in the commune. How big is the commune, and how many people does it have? It's impossible to rely entirely on small communes.
Moreover, the commune also had a small shop for Chen Jing to sell goods. According to Chen Jing, it was better to find outsiders to wholesale to other communes or small towns.
Thinking of this, Ji Xia whispered, "Chen Jing also wants to do more, and has already found two or three more people. There will be more goods in a couple of days. However, the commune only has a small population. All your relatives and friends sell in the commune. Aren't you afraid it will affect your business?"
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