Wan Feng pulled out a few more sewing machines from the case and took a look. They were indeed all sewing machines of the same brand.
Some of these sewing machines can still rotate while others cannot. The specific cause needs to be examined.
"How was the viewing?"
"Okay, does this require the factory director's final decision?"
"Of course it's up to the factory director to decide. Do you think I can decide?"
Of course you can’t decide, you can probably just stick your butt out!
Wan Feng imagined in his mind the appearance of Jia Chunyan sticking out her butt with a sense of mischief.
Oops, I actually had some physiological reactions.
Wan Feng hurriedly shifted his attention. It would be awkward if he set up a tent. Even though it was winter and the clothes on his body would not easily reveal anything, the bamboo poles used to set up the tent were relatively long, so they would still reveal clues.
Wan Feng quickly left the warehouse, and the next step was to talk to Director Liu.
Back in the office, Zhou Bingde was still chatting with Liu Lanyu about all sorts of things.
"Godfather, can you use your car to haul some goods for me?"
"Ah! You still have to use our car?" Zhou Bingde puffed his beard and glared.
"I'll pay you, just as if I'm hiring your truck to carry some goods. Look at you, you're just running a small shop."
"Now?"
"Well, by the time your car arrives, Aunt Liu and I will probably have finished our conversation."
"Okay then. I'll go back now and send a car over to you. It'll take about half an hour."
Zhou Bingde said hello to Liu Lanyu and went to dispatch a car for Wan Feng.
Only Wan Feng and Liu Lanyu were left in the room.
"Aunt Liu, are these sewing machines of yours going to be processed partially or fully?"
Through the relationship with Zhou Bingde, Wan Feng felt that calling Director Liu "Auntie Liu" would make them seem closer.
Originally, Liu Lanyu hadn't taken Wan Feng seriously. What could a 13 or 14-year-old boy possibly be capable of? But after chatting with Zhou Bingde for a while, Liu Lanyu finally put aside her contempt for the boy.
It turned out that this young man was very remarkable. He already had a clothing store with several sewing machines at home.
No wonder he wanted these old sewing machines.
"Of course I've dealt with them all. Why would I keep a few?"
"I wonder how much you want to dispose of these machines?"
"Didn't Zhou Bingde tell you? Fifty-one."
Wan Feng shook his head. "I've looked at all your machines. Of these thirteen, I can only assemble two working machines. The rest are worth scrap metal. That means I can only make three sewing machines at best with just over six hundred yuan. I've already lost over three hundred yuan before I even leave the shop. So your price is too high. Can you lower it a little?"
"No! We're a state-owned company, and we don't have the habit of bargaining. Furthermore, these machines are still registered, and we make mistakes when we handle them, so we can't give you a penny cheaper. If you want to buy, you buy. If you don't, forget it."
It’s not easy to deal with these state-owned units. Take it or leave it if you want. If you don’t want it, forget it!
Wan Feng decisively gave up the idea of bargaining over the machine.
"Aunt Liu, I noticed some battered rayon in your warehouse. I wonder if you'd like to dispose of it?"
"Rayon? You want this too?"
"That thing seems quite interesting to me. I'm planning to take some home and make a few cotton-padded jackets or something. Let's see if it works."
Wan Feng was not lying this time. He really was planning to take it back to make a cotton-padded jacket.
Anyway, the bedding factory had already made cotton-padded jackets and failed, so he was not afraid of the other party knowing.
"We've made cotton-padded jackets out of that thing, no!"
Just because you can't do it doesn't mean we can't do it either.
"I want to buy some and try it out. You guys don't want them anymore so they'll just rot there anyway, so why not give some to us? That way you can get some of your money back."
The issue of artificial cotton is a pain in Liu Lanyu's heart. When artificial cotton first came out, she thought it was a promising material and insisted on introducing it.
However, they had no planned indicators, so she asked someone to buy a batch through the back door. Unexpectedly, the products she made did not receive a good market response, so the materials ended up piling up there.
Some people in the factory who opposed her took the opportunity to stir up trouble, but the matter has not been settled yet.
Now there are still people going to the Light Textile Bureau to sue her for abusing her power and causing unnecessary losses to the factory.
Of course she would be willing to get rid of this burden if she could, which would not only shut up those who opposed her but also recover the funds.
"So how much do you want?"
"I don't know what price you paid for these artificial cottons. I need to see the price before making a decision."
"It seems so... I'll go ask."
Liu Lanyu went out quickly and came back quickly: "When I first bought this stuff, it was 1.6 yuan per meter."
This price is more expensive than 90% of the retail prices of fabrics on the market!
Wan Feng calculated the cost of making a ski jacket in his mind. A half-length cotton jacket would require more than five meters of fabric for the inner and outer parts, and the artificial cotton lining inside would probably take more than three meters, plus the cost.
The cost of a ski jacket is nearly nine yuan, which seems high, but it is not unacceptable. A military coat costs twenty or thirty yuan, and a wool coat costs over a hundred yuan.
It shouldn't be a problem to sell a ski jacket for fifteen or sixteen yuan in the city.
"So how many meters of rayon do you have here?"
"About six thousand meters."
More than ten thousand yuan is not too much nor too little for a factory.
"Aunt Liu, can this be cheaper?"
In Wan Feng's prediction, artificial cotton will definitely not be cheap. This thing was introduced by Liu Lanyu himself. It's ok for it to rot in the warehouse. If it is sold at a low price, wouldn't it be a slap in the face and give the opponents an excuse?
"No, this can't be cheap." Liu Lanyu's tone was firm and there was no sign of evasion.
"Aunt Liu, this is boring. Sewing machines can't be cheap, but artificial cotton can't be cheap either? You're actually getting rid of stuff! To put it bluntly, you're throwing it away. Selling it as new doesn't go against business principles."
Liu Lanyu also knew this. Although the sewing machine was only fifty yuan, it was indeed a clearance price, but the artificial cotton was not cleared at all.
"Aunt Liu, I don't think anyone else will want your artificial cotton except us. Winter in southern Liaoning is very short, and we only wear cotton-padded jackets for less than two months. If you miss this opportunity, you'll miss it forever."
The southern Liaoning region is different from Wan Feng's hometown of Longjiang. The winter in Longjiang lasts from November to March of the following year, and people have a hibernation period of more than four months.
In southern Liaoning, the coldest period is from the beginning of the twelfth lunar month to the second day of the second lunar month. After this period, you don't need cotton clothes at all.
Liu Lanyu was also clear in her mind that if she couldn't get rid of this hot potato this time, she might not have another chance. Even if there was one, it would be tomorrow winter, and it would be questionable whether she could continue to be the factory director by then.
Or put it on the sewing machine for a while, those sewing machines are just junk anyway.
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