(Chapter 50 has been revised several times, but the upload request was rejected as soon as I clicked on it. They want me to continue revising... Dear readers, shall we continue to wait?)
After getting off work in the evening, I rode my bicycle to Liu Haibo's small apartment.
The same girl was closing the door and drawing the curtains. If there weren't three other people in the room, Xing Baohua would have felt like she had entered a hair salon.
We can't just close the doors and windows every time someone comes in. We're all decent people, there's no need to be like that, what's there to be afraid of!
"Hua Zi, come and sit down." By this time, Liu Haibo and Xing Baohua had become a little more familiar with each other and were calling each other by their nicknames.
Xing Baohua sat down, and the girl came over to pour him water. Xing Baohua had to stand up, half-bending over, to say thank you, sister-in-law.
“Our goods have arrived. You took the day off and got it set up. Most of the money our brothers have is tied up in this shipment,” Liu Haibo said.
"Sure! I'll make time. The main thing is that the factory's products just went online, and I have to keep an eye on them. I almost got scammed yesterday." So Xing Baohua told them about the defective boards.
Zhang Taoming asked, "Hua Zi, are you going to keep those defective boards you picked out, or dispose of them?"
Xing Baohua took a sip of tea and said, "Brother Taozi, don't bother with those boards. The boards aren't damaged, just that some components were soldered incorrectly. We can remove the components, resolder them, and they'll still work."
“Keep exporting!” Zhang Taoming asked.
“If the soldering on the board is damaged, it will be a real problem if it's inspected. It will definitely be returned, and I certainly won't export defective products,” Xing Baohua said.
"Then who are you selling them to?" Zhang Tao asked, puzzled.
"What Hua Zi means is, isn't there a trend of re-importing domestically produced goods these past few years? That's what he means," Sun Changjie explained from the side.
“Yes, it can also be called export-to-domestic sales. There are differences, but the meaning is similar,” Xing Baohua said.
It's actually called "re-importing domestically produced goods," as most of these products were returned due to issues with exported goods.
However, the shift from export to domestic sales doesn't necessarily mean the goods were returned due to quality issues. Regardless of the explanation, the focus is still on domestic sales.
"Why are you ripping off your own people instead of foreigners?" Zhang Taoming said with a smirk, his tone somewhat sarcastic.
"Well, um?" Xing Baohua explained somewhat awkwardly, "The quality of products sold domestically is still guaranteed. If the soldering of the boards is faulty, no one will conduct random checks domestically, but for exports, random checks are mandatory. Once a faulty board is found, the entire batch will be returned, resulting in economic losses and damage to reputation. This batch of defective boards will be mixed in and sold during the next batch of domestic production."
"Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's go have a few drinks with Hua Zi to celebrate." Liu Haibo interrupted their conversation, stood up first, and called his brothers to go for drinks.
The topic of joining the group wasn't discussed during this drinking session. Liu Haibo seemed to be deliberately keeping it out of the conversation, and Xing Baohua wouldn't bring it up either. If he did, he would be at a disadvantage, losing control and being dominated by the other party during the actual discussion.
Besides chatting, drinking, and bragging, it's about getting to know each other and building a stronger brotherhood.
Zhang Taoming, in particular, frequently traveled to the south and spoke at length about the local customs and people. He mentioned how much more open the area was compared to this place, and shared many interesting stories.
Xing Baohua didn't say much, just listened. Actually, this guy was a bit of a quiet, reserved type; there were some things he shouldn't say, things definitely beyond the scope of this era. Since arriving in this world, he hadn't even left the city. Where would he go to share his experiences?
The conversation drifted to Liu Haibo's cassette tape shop. Liu Haibo said sales were going well. Xing Baohua then asked him if the stereo system was installed and how the sound was.
Liu Haibo, without any hesitation, said to Xing Baohua, "The stereo hasn't been unpacked yet. It's still in another room in our little apartment."
He said he would ask Xing Baohua to help him install and debug it if he had the chance.
"It's simple," Xing Baohua said, patting his chest. "I'll take care of it for you next time." He then asked Liu Haibo if he had any genuine records or tapes.
"I've already asked someone to place an order," Liu Haibo said.
Suddenly, Xing Baohua had the idea to get his own filling equipment, so he asked Liu Haibo and the others if they had any connections.
"Why ask this? It's too much trouble! Just order from the south. They're all factory-made, and you can tell the quality from the packaging. Most people can't tell the difference." Zhang Taoming had drunk a little too much and didn't understand what Xing Baohua meant, so he just blurted it out.
Xing Baohua explained, "What I mean is that it's specifically for recording records and testing the sound. To hear the quality of the speakers, you have to improve the playback source."
Sun Changjie, who was smoking with his head tilted back, suddenly said, "The equipment can be replaced, let me think. I think there's a radio station that's replacing its equipment. I heard about it from my friends when we were drinking. Oh, I can't remember right now. I'll think about it and let you know."
"Okay, we're not afraid of it being old. We can always renovate it." Xing Baohua had also drunk a bit too much, and he blurted out these boastful words without thinking.
After finishing his drink, Xing Baohua rode his bicycle back home in a wobbly manner.
After Xing Baohua left, Sun Changjie said to Liu Haibo, "That kid is quite composed! He's not simple."
"He's not simple, otherwise he would have made a mess of things. It's good that he's shrewd and smart, it's not a bad deal to work for him," Liu Haibo said, exhaling a breath of alcohol.
"Let's talk about everything else after we make money." Zhang Taoming was drunk, but he still had some sobriety when he said this.
Sun Changjie and Liu Haibo laughed heartily upon hearing this.
Xing Baohua spent two days running around getting the paperwork done, collecting seven or eight stamps from the town, the village, and the factory. Since his own factory didn't have its own stamp made yet, he temporarily hired someone to make one.
I'll leave the stamp at home for now, and then take all the paperwork to the municipal bureau to pick up the car. No, I'll go push the car there.
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