As soon as the door of the warehouse was opened, a musty smell hit me in the face.
Wan Feng frowned. The musty smell meant that some of the things inside had already moldy and rotted.
Once cloth becomes moldy and rotten, it loses all its value and is thrown into the trash.
There are many wooden shelves in the warehouse, which fill the entire warehouse in rows and rows. Each shelf is two meters wide and about one person high. The shelves are filled with bundles and pieces of cloth. It is not an exaggeration to describe them as piled up like a mountain.
The custodian probably couldn't stand the smell in the warehouse and didn't enter. Xia Qiulong's father also left after arriving here because he had his own work to do.
The only ones left here were Wan Feng, Xia Qiulong and the custodian.
Wan Feng put two boxes of Qianmen cigarettes into the custodian's pocket.
A box of Qianmen cigarettes cost just over 50 cents, and at that time only high-ranking officials could smoke them. A smile immediately broke out on the custodian's face.
Wan Feng didn't think he would suffer any loss by having a good relationship with the custodian. It would be better for the county magistrate to be in charge. When he came to pick up the cloth, he would have to deal directly with the custodian. He would be able to earn back the money he spent.
Wan Feng and Xia Qiulong walked into the warehouse and walked around the shelves.
Many of the cloths placed here are covered with dust, and some of the dust is almost one centimeter thick. How many years have they been thrown here?
"All the goods on this shelf are from a few years ago. They have been stored for too long and the fabrics have become rotten and unusable."
"The cloth on this shelf is less dusty. Judging from the cloth, it should have been delivered this year. The only problem with the defective cloth is that it's off-pattern. Only cloth like this is worth using."
The so-called off-color cloth means that the color was not applied properly, making it colorful or with blank areas.
In fact, this kind of cloth can be re-dyed into another color and reused, but it was classified as a defective product.
No one is interested in these cloths here, but in Wan Feng's eyes, these things are piles of money.
How come Xia Qiulong has worked in this factory for several years and is more knowledgeable about identifying cloth than Wan Feng? He introduced the types of cloth on each shelf and estimated the backlog time and the reasons why they became defective products.
About half an hour later, Wan Feng had a general understanding of the cloth in the entire warehouse.
About half of the defective cloth here can be reused, while the other half has become moldy and weathered and has lost its value because it has been stored for too long.
But even this half of the usable goods is enough for a large garment factory to produce for several years, which shows how much cloth is piled up here.
Seeing that it was almost time to get off work, Wan Feng and Xia Qiulong walked out of the warehouse.
The custodian locked the door.
As he walked out, Wan Feng chatted with the custodian. Since he had two boxes of Qianmen cigarettes as a base, the custodian answered almost all of Wan Feng's questions.
"Uncle, do you know what the estimated price of these processed cloths is?"
"Didn't Old Xia tell you? Maybe he didn't have time to tell you. Yesterday, when Old Xia asked the factory leaders, they met and decided to split the price of these cloths into three levels: 8 cents, 9 cents, and 1 cent. Because the raw materials for these cloths are all sourced according to plan, the cloth coupons have to be charged the same. The factory leaders discussed it and decided to charge half the coupons."
It's quite strange that some waste products can be marked with three prices.
The price of finished cloth on the market is between 40 and 50 cents, which is a very reasonable price for a defective product.
It was another surprise for Wan Feng that half of the cloth coupons were left.
Is there such an operation?
"Then how do you differentiate the prices?"
"It's on-the-spot pricing, whatever you set is what you get."
Wan Feng was a little confused. Who would set the price? Could it be that the factory leader would personally set the price when he came to pick up the cloth?
"Then who sets the price? It's not your factory leaders who decide it themselves, right?"
The custodian chuckled, "They're so busy all day long, how can they have the time for this? Of course, whoever is in charge of this place should make the decision."
Wan Feng's eyes lit up. Could it be...
"Uncle, are you the one who sets the prices?" This seems a bit against the rules and regulations. A custodian is responsible for setting prices. It is unreasonable no matter how you look at it.
This is really a waste product with no human rights. Even the pricing is determined by someone randomly found.
But this is good news for Wan Fenglai, which makes his heart flutter.
"Of course I set the price."
Wan Feng felt that he was so foresighted to take out two boxes of Qianmen cigarettes just now.
"Whatever goods you take from the warehouse, I'll calculate the price and issue you an invoice. Then you go to the accounting department to pay and that's it."
Wan Feng took a deep breath and suppressed his heartbeat.
It seems the boss favors those who are well prepared. This is simply a piece of cake.
In his previous life, Wan Feng firmly refused to believe in such things as falling into the pie, but now his belief has been somewhat shaken.
Just because the custodian accepted two boxes of cigarettes from him without changing his expression or heartbeat, Wan Feng did not think that he was a principled person.
"Uncle, what's your name?" Wan Feng immediately showed full respect to the custodian.
"No need to mention your surname Yan, Yan is practical."
This name is indeed quite affordable.
"Then I'll call you Uncle Yan. Uncle Yan! Do workers like you bring your own lunch or go home for lunch?"
"Haha, my home is only a mile away from here. I'll go home for lunch at noon."
"Well, Brother Xia and I are also going to eat out at noon. If Uncle Yan doesn't mind, we can have a simple meal together. It will just give you an extra pair of chopsticks."
Yan Huishi thought for a moment: "Is this okay?"
"What's wrong with this? It's just a simple meal. My father Xia is here too. Brother Xia, ask Dad to come out and have a meal together. If you're worried about disturbing us, why not go far away and go to the Weimin Restaurant in Nandapo. I'll go order the food first. Uncle Yan, you and my father Xia can go together after get off work. Don't forget the Weimin Restaurant."
At this time, the group had already walked to the middle of the factory. Countless workers were pouring out of various workshops. There were still more than ten minutes before the afternoon shift started.
Xia Qiulong quickly went to call his father, while Wan Feng left the factory first and headed north to Nandapo.
The textile printing and dyeing factory in Weimin Hotel is about seven or eight hundred meters away, and Wan Feng walked for about ten minutes.
There were not many people in the restaurant, so Wan Feng hurried to order food.
Stir-fried shredded pork, tofu skin with chili peppers, chopped green onions and eggs, stir-fried meat with black fungus, and chicken stewed with mushrooms.
In Hongya, a meal is not complete without fish, so a dish of fish is essential, and the last dish is carp with sauce.
But this fish is only about two kilograms. Wanfeng usually doesn't accept such a heavy carp because he thinks it is too heavy.
A bottle of Hongya Chenxiang, which is considered a good local wine, costs more than one yuan per bottle.
This table was considered a high-end banquet at that time.
Wan Feng chose a table in the corner and had to act as a waiter to serve the food.
When Wan Feng put the dishes on a table against the wall, Lao Xia, Yan Shihui and Xia Qiulong also arrived.
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