Wan Feng saw Liu Lanyu's hesitation and felt that it was time for him to speak up. It was too uncomfortable for both sides to keep dragging on like this.
"Aunt Liu, how about this? I'll give you a plan and let you take a look at it."
Liu Lanyu looked at Wan Feng intently without saying anything.
"I'll take your batch of rayon. The price will be based on your original purchase price. This way, you won't lose any money on the rayon and you'll also recover your capital. As a condition, how about you take a symbolic fee for the sewing machines?"
This plan is very tempting to Liu Lanyu. She can get rid of those hot potatoes at once. Now that she has recovered the cost, those who oppose her will have nothing to say.
But how much does the symbolic charge for a sewing machine really represent?
"What should the symbolic price of those sewing machines be?"
"Five dollars!"
"Five dollars!" Liu Lanyu almost flew up.
"This is much higher than selling it for scrap metal. These machines would probably only fetch a few cents each if sold as scrap metal."
"Isn't this the same as giving it to you for free?"
"Aunt Liu, you can't think that way. I ate over 10,000 yuan worth of artificial cotton here, which helped you solve a big problem. Logically, these sewing machines should be given away for free. Even if they were, they would only be over 600 yuan, not to mention I paid for them."
Liu Lanyu fell into thought for several minutes.
"Isn't it the same thing? The problem of artificial cotton has been solved, but there will still be people in our factory who will use sewing machines to make trouble."
"How can this be the same thing? Rayon is a surplus commodity, and sewing machines are processed waste. They are completely different things. Would anyone use waste to attack others? That's too low a level."
What Wan Feng said seemed to make sense.
"How do I account for five dollars?"
"You shouldn't ask me about this kind of thing. You've been in this factory for so many years, and if you can't even solve this little problem, then you should hand over the power of factory director to someone else."
I helped you solve a huge burden, but you don't even understand the prices of some waste disposal products. It's really meaningless to be a factory manager. You might as well go home and take care of your children.
When Zhou Bingde sent the Jiefang truck, Wan Feng's affairs had already been resolved.
The sewing machine was loaded onto the truck, along with twenty bales of rayon.
A bale of rayon is the same length as a bolt of cloth, but is much thicker than a bolt of cloth.
Wan Feng and Liu Lanyu agreed that next time he came, he would have sex and take away the remaining artificial cotton. This time, he did not bring that much money with him, just over a thousand yuan.
Each bundle of these artificial cottons cost more than fifty yuan, and with the money he brought, he could only take twenty bundles back with him.
Zhou Bingde's driver was already very familiar with Wan Feng. He had accompanied Zhou Bingde to the ceremony of Wan Feng's aunt's house raising and Zhu Ping's wedding.
After leaving the bedding factory, the truck went to the textile printing and dyeing factory, where Wan Feng purchased ten pieces of nylon.
When the car passed Wujiaohua Company, Wan Feng went in to find the repairman who repaired the sewing machine and hired him to come to Wahou to repair the sewing machine for five dollars a day.
Although Wan Feng can repair sewing machines, he is not a professional after all, and so many sewing machines require a more professional person.
When the car arrived at Luan Feng's house, the sewing machine, artificial quilt and nylon quilt were unloaded.
But when Luan Feng learned that Wan Feng had bought more than 6,000 meters of artificial cotton, her jaw almost dropped.
"Why are you buying so much rayon? Can we even process it?"
Wan Feng didn't care at all: "If I can't digest it this year, there's still next year. If I can't digest it next year, there's still the year after. There will always be a day when I can digest it all."
Wan Feng really didn't plan to digest all this artificial cotton in just one winter.
This is simply impossible. This artificial cotton can be made into 2,000 ski jackets, but where can we find so many buyers?
"How much money do I have to bet?"
What's the big deal about depositing a little money? Money is earned to be used. If you don't use it, it will become waste paper.
The sewing machines were moved to the finished product warehouse and placed on the floor. The repairman named Feng hired by Wan Feng arrived and started working.
His task was to diagnose the thirteen sewing machines, record the parts needed and purchase them, and dismantle parts from one pocket to repair another if there were no parts.
Wan Feng's initial plan was that as long as he could produce five usable sewing machines, he would make a lot of money.
Now that the raw materials for making the ski jacket are all available, Luan Feng cuts out a women's ski jacket according to the pattern drawn by Wan Feng, and then selects a piece of red nylon material.
Originally, these nylons were all that old blue color. A few days ago, the director of the printing and dyeing workshop of the textile printing and dyeing factory had no idea what was wrong with his brain and dyed a few pieces of them in other colors, including grass green, sky blue and red.
After these things were printed and dyed, they were thrown into the sample library. I didn't want Wan Feng to find out, so I bought them all back.
When Wan Feng came out of the room where he was repairing the sewing machine and discovered the problem, the ski jacket had already been sewn.
"Why is there a red one?" Wan Feng asked in surprise.
"I want to wear one first." After Luan Feng finished cutting, she started to sew by herself, pedaling the sewing machine.
"Do you know what the consequences will be if you wear this red?"
"What are the consequences? Isn't it just a red dress?"
"Master must want to wear it when she gets married. She is anxious. Master's wife..." Li Erman suddenly remembered Wan Feng's ferocious face when he mentioned those dirty tricks in the bridal chamber, and she shut up immediately.
She didn't want to be kept awake all night by this little monster on her wedding night. She firmly believed that the little monster would do what he said. It would be such a waste if her wedding night was disturbed by this guy!
Wan Feng remembered that there was a movie in the 1980s called "Red Skirts Are Popular on the Street", which told the story of girls in the capital who overcame numerous obstacles and finally went out on the streets wearing red skirts. The movie was released in 1985.
It wasn't until 1985 that people in the capital dared to wear red skirts on the streets. Luan Feng, a woman who wasn't afraid of causing trouble, was already planning to wear a red ski jacket by the end of 1980!
What a sensational piece of news this is!
Wan Feng regretted buying the red cloth. Isn't this like looking for something worthless?
When it was almost dark, Luan Feng spent three hours making her first ski jacket. The moment she put it on, all the women in the workshop exclaimed in surprise.
The perfect corset showed off Luan Feng's perfect waist. The most novel thing was that she also wore a hood. When she ran outside to walk in the fields with a little snow, she looked like a rolling flame.
Those women began to wonder what color ski jacket they should wear to show off their beauty.
Wan Feng shook his head helplessly as he looked at Luan Feng running wild in the snow.
This woman is simply hopeless. If he dares to get the things back, she will dare to use force on her body. Isn't that frustrating?
Just as he shook his head, he unexpectedly found Chen Cang riding a bicycle on the village road outside Luan Feng's wall.
This guy came back that day!
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