Time flies, and November has arrived.
The weather is getting colder and colder; some places have even had a light snowfall.
However, in this season, the snow melts as soon as it hits the ground, making it impossible to stand upright.
Recently, due to a reduced autumn harvest, grain on the black market has suddenly become a hot commodity.
Even the 2,000 jin of cornmeal that Xu Xiangyang provides every day is starting to fall short of demand.
Rice and other refined grains are selling very well, but because the price has risen too high, they are still not as popular as coarse grains.
After unloading the goods that evening, Xu Xiangyang said to Qian Wenqing, "Grain has been selling well lately, and we've always had some, but we can only sell 2,000 jin of refined grains per day, while there's no limit on cornmeal."
"Why?" Qian Wenqing was stunned when he heard this. The price of fine grains was the highest, and rice had already risen to almost 1.5 yuan per kilogram.
Of course, this is the price without a ticket.
Even with tickets, you can't buy them now; grain stores have started rationing.
Xu Xiangyang glanced at him and said, "Grain is expensive, but we should keep a low profile. The city center only sells 3,000 catties of fine grain every day. If we sell more, won't we attract envy?"
That's how it is for people like them who run the black market; if they want to make money, they have to be careful.
Unless you sell once today and then don't sell again tomorrow.
But what they seek is long-term, stable development; being too aggressive will only attract attention.
The nail that sticks out gets hammered down; the tallest tree in the forest is bound to be felled by the wind.
Everyone understands this principle.
Seeing that he had said that, Qian Wenqing stopped asking questions.
Anyway, Xu Xiangyang is the boss, so he just does whatever he's told.
After taking care of these matters, Xu Xiangyang stayed alone in the house.
Actually, letting them control the sales volume of grain is for everyone's benefit.
Besides being watched, you also need to be careful of those above you.
The price of grain must not be inflated. It's already difficult enough to fill our stomachs; we can't let people buy grain at exorbitant prices.
Although the price of refined grains in other districts has risen to 1.5 yuan per kilogram, it is still 1.3 yuan per kilogram here.
You can't make money off of hardship.
Now, apart from the garment factory, Xu Xiangyang doesn't have much else to do.
Wenqing has money in the black market, and he also has enough men under his command.
As for further development, he is not considering it for the time being.
At this point, making money is already quite difficult; wanting more is simply greed.
After all, there's Master Jiang in Xicheng District, and there are other people in other districts too.
Besides, other places aren't as passive as Master Jiang, and Xu Xiangyang doesn't believe he has the ability to make people listen to whatever he says.
People are only motivated when they see benefits; what business can you do without benefits?
Would someone give you a chance to make money for no reason?
For example, if someone comes to sell things on your own turf, would you agree to it?
Moreover, if they were willing to cooperate, the conditions would likely be exorbitant, making it unnecessary.
His business is doing quite well now; he can just keep managing it gradually.
How much money I save is up to fate; I'll think about it later.
At the end of November, Xu Xiangyang was summoned by Liao Shizhang.
"Chief Liao." He arrived at the office. The projects here were mostly completed, so everyone was leaving.
Liao Shizhang nodded and said, "Xiao Xu, how's the garment factory doing lately? When can it officially start operations?"
Because of too much work, I haven't talked to Xu Xiangyang about this for a long time.
Xu Xiangyang replied, "I want to wait until after the New Year to start work, because it's close to the New Year, and I'll need to take a holiday to prepare New Year's gifts for others, which may increase expenses."
This is not only from a businessman's perspective, but also something a factory manager needs to consider.
Although he doesn't have to pay for the expenses here, he still has to cook when it's time to cook.
Liao Shizhang didn't say anything, but glanced at the calendar on the table. It was almost December.
We can start work in early February.
"Do you have any other work-related difficulties? If so, please let us know, and the organization will definitely help you resolve them."
Upon hearing this, Xu Xiangyang thought for a moment. Since it wasn't time to refuse, he said, "Chief Liao, I need to find some workers first, and our equipment should be brought back soon."
Equipment is the main tool; of course, sewing machines are still the primary tool now.
However, there are a lot of these things, and there are other things that are also needed.
Liao Shizhang didn't ask any further questions. Since he had given Xu Xiangyang this position, he would trust him completely.
The two of them discussed it and then made a decision.
After number one, someone will be sent to him, and then he can handle the rest himself.
Xu Xiangyang went to the garment factory first, and happened to pass by it.
Apart from the two gatekeepers, there's no one else here.
The factory has been cleaned for the past two weeks.
However, just as Xu Xiangyang was about to leave, he suddenly discovered that the back door of the warehouse had been opened.
Of course, it's still locked, but the lock is different now.
Perhaps it was psychological, but he went over and tried his own key, and it wouldn't open.
He was stunned, then used a small wire to pry open the lock, opened the door, and found that the wooden planks that had been firmly in sight behind him were all gone.
Seeing this scene, Xu Xiangyang was not in a hurry and simply locked the door.
Then they left the factory.
Looking at the two gatekeepers' composed expressions, he knew that they probably didn't know what was going on.
So who broke into the door and changed the lock?
Xu Xiangyang pursed his lips, then got on his bicycle and rode away.
On the way, he kept thinking, what exactly is the purpose of this door?
No one else had a key to the door except for himself.
Did they go through all that trouble to dismantle the back door just for fun? He didn't believe it.
But who exactly is behind this?
Xu Xiangyang had no clue what to do, so this was the only option.
Back home, before I could even sit down properly, I heard a loud banging on the door.
He couldn't help but sigh. Everyone was watching to see when he would come home.
Upon opening the door, Xu Xiangyang paused for a moment upon seeing the visitor. "Captain Sun? What a rare guest! Please come in."
Sun Youxin had a smile on his face, and a boy of about eighteen or nineteen was following behind him.
The two people do look quite alike; they must be relatives, or perhaps he is the son of another person.
Xu Xiangyang didn't know anything about Sun Youxin's family, so he didn't ask.
Sun Youxin followed him into the house, then sat down and said, "Director Xu, I apologize for disturbing you without prior notice."
"What are you saying?" Xu Xiangyang said with a smile, "With Captain Sun here, I am truly honored. Don't mention disturbing me!"
Looking at the kind smile on the person opposite him, he was even more confused.
Logically speaking, Sun Youxin wouldn't be contacting me now, especially since he hasn't mentioned the black market yet.
Another reason is that Xu Xiangyang also felt it was inappropriate to bring it up now. What if this person had a sense of justice and he was just looking for trouble?
Isn't this just handing someone ammunition against him? He'd only do that if he were out of his mind.
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