The moment Wu Changfeng came up from the mine, he pestered Mine Manager Huo to give him a note.
They barely gave him time to react before going directly to the warehouse to collect sealing spare parts worth around 20,000 yuan.
He slung a large sack over his shoulder, bulging and grumbling, and tossed it into the car.
"Has the contract been signed?"
Liu Tiao waved the contract in his hand and replied arrogantly, "Not only did I sign it, but I also got you an acting deputy factory director position."
Wu Changfeng stroked his chin.
Acting Deputy Factory Director...
In other words, they haven't broken away from the factory's organizational structure yet.
It's not bad, though.
It's impossible for Director Chai to separate the workers from the organization just for a six-month construction period.
That's a disguised form of layoffs.
"Very good." Wu Changfeng said with some appreciation, "He is indeed a talent I have my eye on."
"Don't flatter me. Didn't you teach me all this? Speaking of which, this Director Chai is quite shrewd. He even wants to kick you out and make me cooperate with him. I suspect he has a backup plan."
Wu Changfeng nodded in agreement: "It's within my expectations. There won't be any problems in the early stages, but there will definitely be trouble in the middle stages."
"I want to have a bite of any kind of meat, and I'll deal with whatever comes my way."
Back in the county town, the two had a simple meal.
Willow asked what to do next, and whether they should go to the tractor factory.
Wu Changfeng, however, decided to go to Qingzhou.
We don't have enough funds right now, so we'll return the sealing spare parts. Once we get the funds, we'll buy raw materials and officially set sail.
Liu Tiao simply couldn't understand Wu Changfeng's style.
You could say this person is capable, since they've arranged everything in a set order.
But calling him a fool wouldn't be an insult.
return the goods?
Qingzhou Rubber Factory sounds like a state-owned enterprise.
The entrance is difficult to enter, and the people there are rude and unpleasant to talk to. And you still want to return it?
If a small vendor sells you counterfeit goods, they won't give you a refund unless you bring dozens of people to back you up.
Not to mention state-owned enterprises.
That's such a wild idea!
Wu Changfeng naturally knew that this was an era in which consumer rights were not yet fully developed.
If you buy counterfeit goods, you can only accept your bad luck.
The manufacturer doesn't have any after-sales service concept. It's take it or leave it. If you don't want to buy it, don't want to use .... That's just how it is. If you have a solution, great; if not, you're doomed.
Ordinary people are helpless when faced with businesses, but Wu Changfeng is no ordinary person!
I had already figured out how to return the goods.
The next day.
The two dragged out the sack, boarded the bus, and after a bumpy three-hour ride, finally arrived in the neighboring city of Qingzhou.
Upon arriving at Qingzhou Rubber Factory, it truly lived up to its reputation as a national second-level enterprise.
The factory area is frighteningly large.
The greenery and trees stretched out in rows and rows, making it look like a park to someone who didn't know better.
This is also a characteristic of the times; factories with some capital like to plant trees and grow flowers.
It occupies a large amount of land that is meaningless.
The first hurdle is getting through the door.
"What are you doing!" The gatekeeper blocked their way.
"Get things done," Wu Changfeng replied curtly.
Do you even know the rules?
"Even a lowly official like him is treated like a prince," Wu Changfeng muttered, turning his head away.
Liu Tiao took out a pack of cigarettes worth 3 yuan and tossed it over.
"Come on in, turn left at the sales office, and go up to the second floor," the doorman greeted us with a smile.
Willow twigs said angrily, "I feel like even the gatekeeper earns more money than me."
"It's a small amount of money, don't worry about it. Time is what we should be chasing."
Upon arriving at the sales department, one finds a large crowd of people, each carrying bags and carrying cloth bags of various sizes, waiting in line.
A guy in front of him turned around, saw Wu Changfeng dragging a sack, and greeted him with a smile: "Brother, which company do you work for? Wow, you've brought a lot of gifts."
In this era, coastal cities have become very open.
In inland areas, policies and customs remain conservative.
It was a seller's market. If you wanted to buy something, you had to beg people, coax them, and if they liked you, they might just give you a pass and you could get the goods.
Therefore, procurement agents from all walks of life carried local specialties from their hometowns when they went out on business, trying to build connections along the way in an attempt to secure the necessary supplies.
This has become a social rule, and it will take several years for this trend to disappear when the country experiences overcapacity and gradually shifts to a buyer's market.
Wu Changfeng continued, "These are all worthless things, yet you've taken quite a lot."
"This is cured meat. I hope they'll take a liking to it and give me a note. That would complete my mission."
Goodness, the local specialties this guy is carrying are almost as much as half a pig.
They've really gone all out.
After queuing for almost an hour, Wu Changfeng finally entered the sales department.
The guy in front of me put his local specialties into a nearby room and bowed and scraped to the salesman, saying, "Gucheng Motorcycle Factory, please take some cured meat and have a taste."
The salesperson, without looking up or straining, said, "Just put it there. What specifications do you need, and how much?"
After explaining the details, the guy held the note in his hand, trembling with excitement.
"Finally, I can go home!"
When it was Wu Changfeng's turn, he put the sack under the table.
The salesperson frowned: "What local specialty? Put it in that room over there."
"Standard oil seal".
"ah?"
Wu Changfeng reiterated: "I said, my specialty is oil seals!"
The salesperson was taken aback: "No, are you kidding me? Did you come to the wrong place? Our factory only produces oil seals, why would we need yours?"
"Because this batch of oil seals was produced by you, and it has serious quality problems, I demand a refund!"
The salesperson scratched their ear: "I didn't hear what you said. What do you mean by 'return'?"
"There's a quality problem!"
"No, how could there be a quality problem? Do you know our factory's history? We're a military-to-industrial enterprise! Do you dare question the product quality?"
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