Xing Baohua went home and drank a couple of shots of alcohol in silence. He said that if he didn't want to die quickly, he shouldn't drink! He had just recovered from a stroke a few days ago!
The old man said he'd take a sip, so he took a sip. Both father and son could hold their liquor, so Xing Baohua drank with them and asked, "Is the factory really facing financial difficulties?"
"Well, there are over seven million in new debts that haven't been collected this year, and over ten million in old debts that have accumulated over ten million, and we haven't received a single penny of them. Sigh!" said Mr. Xing, taking a sip of his drink.
"Didn't the factory set up a debt collection team to keep chasing after them?" Xing Baohua said.
"It's not that easy. It's all government-to-government stuff. Going there would be pointless."
"I think you should find a lawyer and sue those who have been in debt for a long time. Regardless of whether they have money or not, just sue them first," Xing Baohua said, offering advice without any real understanding of the situation.
"If we sue, will they still give you orders in the future? It's not like they won't pay back; they're also facing difficulties. They have some money, so they'll pay back."
"What's the use! Pay a little more, then place another order! You grit your teeth and produce, and you've incurred a huge debt again. Have you paid off the material costs? Aren't you owing more and more? What if the suppliers stop supplying you with materials? This small factory with tens of thousands of employees will just be left to stare blankly?"
Xing Baohua had anticipated this before he left, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly. The inability to recoup funds was indeed one of the reasons for the rapid decline of the machinery factory. Another reason was that they had become accustomed to extravagance and waste, and had never thought about how to save money.
The bigger the company, the more troubles it has.
Now it's not just the old man who's having a headache; Factory Director Li is also feeling unwell. He's probably thinking about how to make some extra money.
Xing Baohua has some small jobs. He'll have the computer case order processed at a machine shop next year. It won't make much money, but it'll still amount to several hundred thousand yuan.
The orders of over 100,000 units were only for mass production. The key issue was that Xing Baohua couldn't reach mass production capacity. The following year, he only placed an order for 100 chassis.
The old man seemed to have something to say. He sighed, took a sip of his wine, thought for a moment, and said, "That fire you mentioned, is it really effective?"
“It won’t work now. Try it after the New Year. Have you figured out the sales situation during this period? If you have, then do it. At worst, you’ll be fired, and I’ll give you the job of deputy factory manager in a processing plant. You’re an old hand at machinery and machine tools.”
"We'll see!" Mr. Xing sighed again. In his heart, walking past his son's door was a little embarrassing.
After dinner, Xing Baohua said he wanted to build a house, suggesting he find a plot of land near the factory and build a two-story villa.
Startled, Xing's mother quickly waved her hand and said, "No, that's too ostentatious. Once your factory provides welfare housing, you can live in that. What do you need such a big house for? To run a train?"
The staff housing built by Xing Baohua is all temporary; the real residential complex is still in the planning stages. Neither the simple nor the temporary housing is suitable for Xing Baohua to live in.
We can't mention this to our family now; we'll talk about it after the building is completed. It's a traditional thing for my parents' generation; they feel that as long as it's big enough, it's fine.
I've never worried about housing.
I've never spent any money on housing; I just live in whatever housing is assigned to me by the authorities.
Logically speaking, Xing's father's social standing should be enough to buy a larger three-bedroom apartment. But he's only been in his position for a short time, and there aren't any large apartments available for him yet, so he can only wait.
Perhaps there's still a chance with a new house.
You wouldn't believe it until you calculated it!
Su Ya said that Director Li promised to allocate her an apartment if she returned to the factory, and with the old man's benefits, it would be enough for an apartment.
Xing Baohua arranged for the factory to have a fifth workshop, and they also promised to provide one.
Well, the already scarce housing stock has been taken by the Xing family, who have secured three units. No wonder they're making those who couldn't get a place green with envy.
We'll discuss this with the old man again later.
The Xing family doesn't want the factory building anymore. If the old man retires, he'll return the building, and Xing Baohua will find a better house for his father to live in.
The era before commercial housing was uncomfortable. Even if you had money, there was nowhere to buy.
But with the availability of commercial housing, those without money are even more uncomfortable, as they can only watch others buy.
On the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, Xing's mother prepared a lot of things for Xing Baohua to send to his mother-in-law.
Good heavens, this is a New Year's gift!
Xing's mother also thought that if her in-laws were free during the first month of the lunar year, everyone could sit down and meet them, and have a meal together as a family.
Xing Baohua refused.
January is so busy! Today I delivered some to Su Ya's place, and I also have to go to the Zou family's. Sigh.
The little fairy came back on the 27th of the twelfth lunar month and sent him a message saying she missed him.
They're all too busy to meet. Who knows how busy they'll be during the Lunar New Year?
When they arrived at Su Ya's house, a middle-aged or elderly man, around fifty years old, opened the door and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
He glanced at Xing Baohua's bags of gifts, as if he were very wary.
Su Ya's family comes here often, so they wouldn't go to the wrong house, would they? This is the only person I don't recognize; perhaps he's a relative of Su Ya's.
"I'm looking for Su Ya. It's almost Chinese New Year, I need to deliver something."
"She and her mother went to the mall. Would you like to reschedule for another day?"
"Another day won't do, you are..."
“I am Suya’s father.”
So this is the legendary father-in-law! He's back?
Isn't it said that people live in the Northwest? They rarely go home, and when they do, they only stay for a day or two.
"Hello, Uncle. We haven't had a chance to meet yet. I'm Su Ya's boyfriend, Xing Baohua. I don't know if Su Ya has told you about me?"
"When did she get a boyfriend? Sigh, she never wrote to tell me. Come in!" The father-in-law finally let Xing Baohua in.
Xing Baohua put his things down and watched his father-in-law pour him some water. Xing Baohua took out a cigarette, but his father-in-law shook his head and said, "I don't know how."
"Young man, what do you do for a living?" Su's father asked after the two sat down.
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