After Li Guifang finished fighting with Hu Meiling, she came to the store and started a busy new day.
She's planning what new desserts to launch after the Lunar New Year! Oh, she has so many recipes in her head, she doesn't even know which one to make!
In the first year, she only planned to replace the molds for mung bean cakes and jujube paste cakes with ones with the characters for "blessing" and "happiness", so that the printed cakes would be both festive and appropriate to the occasion.
The key is that it’s cost-effective. The price is the same, and a box of good-looking and delicious food is better than spending money to buy a gift box!
Li Guifang had thought about launching New Year gift boxes earlier, but seeing those pastry and candy factories using all kinds of gimmicks to grab the market, she really didn't feel motivated!
Didn’t you see that the gift boxes from the supply and marketing cooperative are piled up at the door of the store?
The market is so small, and it takes so much time and energy to grab the tiny profits from the nail business. Li Guifang takes good care of herself. If she dies of exhaustion again, there is no guarantee that she can be reborn!
It's just that she is a Buddhist, but someone wants to push her around!
When Li Guifang was in the bakery, hunched over and brushing butter on bread dough, she suddenly heard Dong Dongdong shouting in the front hall: "Sister Fang! Someone is looking for—"
She kept moving her hands, but she was wondering in her heart: Can't they just go to the front office to buy things and order cakes? Why are they looking for me, a baker?
He brushed the last piece of dough until it was shiny and pushed it neatly into the oven. He slammed the oven door shut and then slowly lifted the cloth curtain in the kitchen.
In the front hall stood a middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing a wrinkled suit and a tie askew, rubbing his hands awkwardly.
Seeing Li Guifang coming out, he looked suspicious, but quickly restrained his expression. Ever since the customers in the store knew that she, an old lady, was the owner of this store,
Everyone would be surprised, but Li Guifang was used to it and naturally skipped this little episode!
Li Guifang wiped the flour off her hands and looked at the man in front of her, whose suit was wrinkled like pickles. "Are you...?"
"Liang Jianguo, from the diesel factory union." The man awkwardly handed over a business card with oil stains on the corners.
"Boss Li, our factory would like to ask you to order some croissants as holiday gifts to give to everyone..."
Li Guifang raised an eyebrow. A factory like this only gave out croissants for Chinese New Year? At the very least, they could at least give out an enamel pot and a towel.
Director Liang saw Li Guifang's confusion and began to explain: As usual, the diesel factory union prepared towels and enamel pots as welfare benefits for everyone this year, but complaints were already circulating before the distribution was even started.
Some workers even said, "I don't have enough mouths at home to use so many enamel pots, so I asked my wife to set up a stall to sell them."
Others said that with so many enamel pots distributed, they would not be able to be used up if we did not have more children. Family planning is so strictly enforced now. If these troublemakers really make trouble, these words will have a huge impact on the image of the factory!
The union cadres were scratching their heads in worry.
At this time, a young staff member suggested: "Why don't we hold a party like the flour mill did?"
But after thinking about it, it would be better to call for a holiday and let everyone go home a day earlier. Their factory is located in a remote area, and many engineers are from other places, so it is not easy for them to go home.
I'm already eager to go home, so who cares what kind of party you have!
But Guifangzhai came into their sight. They knew that Guifangzhai's croissants were very famous and relatively novel.
I suggested adding a croissant gift box as a New Year gift for everyone, which would be both novel and decent.
The union immediately decided: This year's annual gift will be upgraded! In addition to the three traditional gifts, there will also be a croissant gift box.
This led to Deputy Director Liang’s visit.
"So...?" Li Guifang couldn't believe her ears after hearing this. This was a big deal!
"So I'd like you to make a croissant gift box!" He suddenly straightened his back. "One for each of the 1,286 people in the factory!"
As he spoke, he took out a crumpled purchase order from his briefcase.
The big seal of "Diesel Factory Union" on the red-headed document gleamed in the sun.
Li Guifang's pupils dilated instantly——
How can this be an order?
It's clearly a golden pie falling from the sky!
It even smells like diesel!
Li Guifang's heart skipped a beat and her fingers unconsciously dug into her apron.
Over a thousand orders! How many bags of flour will that take?
But he didn't show it on his face, just wiped his hands slowly and said: "Director Liang, what's so special about the gift box?"
Deputy Director Liang quickly straightened his twisted tie and said, "Boss Li, everything else is fine. Our factory has workers from all over the country, and everyone wants to take home the factory benefits. So, this gift box..."
He made a compacting motion. "It has to be able to withstand the pounding of trains and cars."
When Li Guifang heard this, she began to calculate: Thickened paper boxes would cost extra, shockproof lining would cost extra, and packaging for long-distance transport would cost even more...
Thinking of this, Li Guifang frowned, and Deputy Director Liang opposite her said that this matter is very difficult!
He asked cautiously, "Boss Li, this is difficult, isn't it?"
"It's possible to find a way to overcome this difficulty, but the price will have to be increased."
She held up five shiny fingers, counted, and waved them in front of Deputy Director Liang. "That's the price."
Li Guifang opened her mouth like a lion!
Deputy Director Liang took a deep breath. The part he dreaded the most had arrived. "Boss Li, we're buying so much. Can you give us a discount?"
Li Guifang's eyes were still sparkling. Bargaining was a possibility, but her face was as calm as an old dog: "Director Liang, the gift box must be able to withstand the rigors of traveling all over the world. This is a high requirement!
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