The three quickly slipped into a wholesale store and exchanged a smile.
The group then selected a considerable amount of goods, and had the shop owner write down their phone numbers on the order form for easy restocking.
When they arrived at the jewelry store, they saw Wang Guihua being surrounded by people asking for money.
"Give me back the money! This person followed me to other wholesale stores, told the owners he knew me, and put all the payments on my tab."
"That's right, she did the same thing to me. Luckily, my brother found out in time, otherwise, where would we go to seek justice?"
"She still owes me a lot of money for goods..."
Everyone chimed in, surrounding Wang Guihua to prevent her from escaping.
In the end, the market security guards came and took them to the office.
Lu Qiuying watched for a while, "So she thought she could use the same trick on us just now because we were unfamiliar faces?"
Fang Jie said, "I guess they want to get the goods first, and then use our name to buy on credit."
"Why would the shop owner give her credit?" Lu Qiuying asked suspiciously.
Lin Ziyan said, "Wholesale stores mainly do business with regular customers. There are many such cases. As long as it is a familiar customer, the boss will not refuse."
"Moreover, many of our customers are from out of town. No one would make a trip for just a few dozen yuan. She must have tasted the sweetness of success and now she targets new customers, buying only a few dozen yuan at a time, paying half the price upfront and owing the other half."
Lu Qiuying nodded. They browsed around and found that there were many different styles of goods here, and they were also very cheap.
A box of jewelry costs only a few dollars, but you can make a lot of money by reselling it.
Moreover, this market has many layers, and all kinds of goods are available.
Moreover, the owners here come from all over the country; after visiting one shop, you immediately move on to the next.
"If Fushi could open a market like this, and then sell the goods abroad to earn foreign exchange, that would be wonderful," Lu Qiuying murmured.
Lin Ziyan heard this, but didn't say anything.
In the future, won't Fuzhou's small commodity wholesale market be selling its products abroad?
In just one afternoon, the three of them had almost finished ordering the goods, which was incredibly efficient.
Actually, the main reason is that all the goods they need to buy are on the first floor, and they can get all the goods by just walking around.
…
The next day, the group split up.
Lu Qiuying and Fang Jie went shopping at the department store, while Lu Yunshen and Lin Ziyan went to visit the factory.
Do you have any comrades-in-arms in Guangzhou?
"Could he be the factory manager of an electronics factory?" Lin Ziyan joked.
Lu Yunshen shook his head. "He's a skilled worker who found his own job after leaving the military."
As the two got off the bus, they saw a young man in dark blue overalls standing at the factory gate, waving at them.
Lin Ziyan blinked when she saw the name of the factory.
This factory was a state-owned enterprise, but it eventually went bankrupt because it expanded its scale but its products did not meet market demand.
All the skilled workers here were laid off, and later they were hired by the owner of a private factory, who only paid them half of their original wages.
In the end, several skilled workers were kicked out of the factory because they got old, which even made the news.
"This is Li Chengbing, my former comrade-in-arms."
"This is my wife, Lin Ziyan," Lu Yunshen introduced the two.
Li Chengbing smiled so much that the wrinkles around his eyes gathered together. "Comrade Lin, hello."
"Hello, Comrade Li." Lin Ziyan nodded to him, a smile curving her lips.
Li Chengbing gave the two a brief introduction to the factory.
This factory makes electric fans. At first, the fans sold well and in large quantities, so the factory manager had the idea of expanding production.
They spend all their money on buying new machines, leaving no money for developing new products.
Furthermore, with the relaxation of policies, fan factories sprang up like mushrooms after rain, leading to fierce price competition.
The fans from this factory were not competitive in the market and quickly became unsellable.
Most of the original customers have left, and the department store has stopped accepting reservations.
In the end, the factory had no choice but to lower prices to clear out its inventory, and eventually it couldn't even pay its workers' wages.
All the workers on the production line are now at home resting, and will only return to work when orders come in.
Skilled workers come to work every day, and the factory pays them a basic wage of thirty yuan.
At this time, the wages of skilled workers outside had risen to more than 100 yuan, and the factory could not retain its workers; half of the young skilled workers left.
"Brother Lin, are there any of them willing to work in Fuzhou?" Lu Yunshen pulled out a cigarette and handed it to him.
Lin Ziyan looked at the factory layout and pursed her lips slightly.
The factory has a nursery and a canteen, but it's such a small factory, yet it supports too many people.
Lin Chengbing took a drag of his cigarette. "The technicians here aren't locals from Guangzhou. It doesn't matter where they go, as long as they can make a living."
"I asked around, and most people were willing to go."
Lu Yunshen nodded. Before coming, he had called Lin Chengbing and asked him to sound out the situation first.
Lin Ziyan thought for a moment, her eyes lighting up. The factory manager had been poached to become the market development manager for an imported appliance brand, helping that brand expand into the domestic market.
"Is your factory manager named Ren Donglai?" she suddenly asked.
Lin Chengbing paused for a few seconds, then said, "That's right."
At that moment, Ren Donglai was being blocked in his office by workers demanding their wages.
The factory manager's office wasn't very big to begin with, and when a dozen or so workers rushed in, it was so crowded that everyone was soon drenched in sweat.
"Director Ren, if you don't pay my wages soon, my family will have no rice to cook."
"My family is the same. My daughter-in-law just gave birth and we can't even afford eggs during her postpartum period. She's not eating well, so she doesn't have enough milk, and the baby cries all day long."
"My husband, Mr. Li, has a flare-up of back pain, but we don't have the money to go to the hospital, so he's been lying at home all day..."
"..."
Everyone started talking at once, chattering away. Ren Donglai was sweating profusely, and with a bunch of people crowding around him, the air was stifling and his vision was completely blurred.
The secretary next to him noticed something was wrong first and shouted loudly,
"You all disperse and wait outside. The factory manager has suffered heatstroke..."
The few workers who were still trying to squeeze in quickly dispersed.
Seeing that things were not going well, everyone started to leave.
If the factory manager falls ill, who will they ask for their wages from?
"Secretary Yang, quickly turn on the fan and let it blow on you."
An auntie reminded me.
To save electricity, Ren Donglai usually doesn't even turn on the fan when he's alone, only turning it on when receiving clients.
Secretary Yang quickly turned on the electric fan and poured Ren Donglai a glass of water.
I opened the drawer, took out some mentholatum, and applied it to my temples and philtrum.
After a flurry of activity, Ren Donglai finally recovered.
"Secretary Yang, tell Sister Zhang in finance to use the money from selling the machines to pay the workers' wages first," Ren Donglai instructed, his brows furrowed.
The workers gathered outside the office watched him expectantly, their expressions complicated as they listened to his words.
The money from selling the machines was originally intended for developing new products, but now that it's being given to them, the factory can't keep operating.
Secretary Yang pursed her lips tightly, unable to utter a word of advice.
So many workers are waiting for their wages to be paid so they can eat...
"Everyone, please follow me to the finance office!" Secretary Yang led them away.
Ren Donglai let out a sigh of frustration and began to doubt his own abilities.
This factory was originally profitable, so how did it start losing money when it came into his hands?
He thought of the technicians in the factory, sighed, and looked worried.
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