"The shrimp paste has gone bad..." Aunt Huang's voice trembled slightly.
If 10,000 bottles of shrimp paste all spoil, how much compensation would you have to pay?
Her legs trembled at the thought of it.
Aunt Chen held onto the car door to keep from collapsing to the ground.
"How could that be? It was fine when it was loaded onto the ship, and the packaging was also fine," Xiao Li muttered.
He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead; he was so anxious that he was drenched in sweat.
Before they could tell Lin Ziyan about it, Boss Yang called the Lin family.
When the phone rang, Lin Ziyan had just finished showering and was drying her hair.
She was about to use the hairdryer she brought back from Guangzhou to dry her hair.
"Hello, this is Lin Ziyan," she said calmly as she answered the phone.
After listening for a while, Lin Ziyan's eyes flickered.
How can shrimp paste spoil if the packaging remains unchanged?
Either the container was damaged during filling, or there was a problem during transportation.
"Mr. Yang, we will pay the penalty according to the contract, and then send out a new batch of shrimp paste in a week." After Lin Ziyan finished speaking, the other end of the line said a few more words and hung up the phone.
This is a big deal for the shrimp paste factory, but it's nothing to Mr. Yang.
His supermarket has hundreds of factories. If he has to deal with every problem that arises in each factory, he'll be exhausted.
The phone call just now was probably from Boss Yang discovering the problem and subtly reminding her that the goods had been tampered with.
Lin Ziyan turned on the hairdryer and set the heat to dry her hair.
The buzzing sound was right next to her ears, but her thoughts became clearer and clearer.
The most likely cause is a problem with the transportation.
After she dried her hair, she looked downstairs and saw Aunt Huang and Aunt Chen walking into the yard at the same time.
Under the warm orange light, it was impossible to see their expressions.
However, both of them were a little...
Lin Ziyan walked downstairs and saw the two of them looking down at the same time, as if they were struggling with something.
"Boss Yang just called. He's paying the penalty for breach of contract and will send out a new batch of goods in a week to make up for it," Lin Ziyan said first, her expression indifferent.
Aunt Chen quickly looked up at her, "How much is the penalty for breach of contract?"
Lin Ziyan said, "If the goods are not delivered as agreed, I will compensate 5% of the purchase price. If there is a problem with the second reshipment, I will compensate 8% of the purchase price."
Aunt Huang twisted her hands, her mind already rapidly calculating how much money was involved.
"The goods have been delivered?" Lin Ziyan took out a flashlight, preparing to go to the factory to check.
"It was just brought back. Xiao Li is still waiting at the factory; he hasn't gone back yet," Aunt Chen said hurriedly.
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On the other side, at the port's docking point.
Inside a cargo ship.
"The contract is well-signed." Chen Niaoshu raised an eyebrow after reviewing the freight contract.
With this contract in place, the cargo ship bears no responsibility if there are problems with that batch of shrimp paste.
They could only accept their bad luck.
The shrimp paste was delivered to the ship as soon as it was put on board, and the tarpaulin was immediately lifted off the ground to be exposed to the sun before being sent to the port city.
Therefore, when they were sent to the port city, they were randomly tested there, and those who failed the inspection at the border were returned.
After returning from the port city, the same procedure was repeated, and this batch of goods completely spoiled.
"Miss Chen, about the large order you mentioned earlier..." the captain asked tentatively.
After this incident, they definitely won't get any more orders from the shrimp paste factory.
If there are no other orders to replace them, then doing this would be a losing proposition for them.
That's why the contract was able to be signed; after all, if there were any problems with the shrimp paste, they would suffer significant losses.
"In addition to the money we promised to give you after the deal was done, we will also make up for the orders we agreed to."
A man next to him said coldly.
Chen Niaoshu glanced at him, her eyes flickered slightly, and her silence was taken as tacit agreement.
The captain beamed with delight, his eyes gleaming with greed.
The next day, news of the shrimp paste factory having a large batch of goods returned spread throughout the nearby villages.
This batch of shrimp paste was destroyed.
The air pressure in the shrimp paste factory is very low. People who usually chat and laugh in the workshop are now afraid to even breathe.
Lin Ziyan arrived at the shrimp paste factory early in the morning to check the materials and the shrimp paste that had already been produced.
Last night she spoke with the truck driver, Xiao Li, and learned that the goods would spoil because they had been exposed to direct sunlight.
It's the hottest time of year in Fukushima now; the sun rises very early and sets very late.
From here to the port city, freight takes a maximum of 3 days, and if there are any problems, the round trip takes less than a week. However, this batch of goods was returned half a month after it was sent out, which already indicated a problem.
Moreover, the cargo ship company directly terminated its contract with the shrimp paste factory.
They were practically saying outright that they were the ones who tampered with this batch of shrimp paste.
Lin Ziyan glanced at the contract and gave a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth.
The contract looks fine at first glance, as long as nothing goes wrong.
Furthermore, mutual constraints have been established, and under normal circumstances, the constraints are sufficient.
Aunt Huang said, "The contracts provided by the port are all the same, and we didn't know we would be scammed."
Lin Ziyan's eyes darkened slightly, but she didn't say anything more.
"Is there really a problem with the contract?" Aunt Chen asked anxiously, her lips blistered.
"The cloth factory in town signed the same contract with us..." Aunt Huang looked puzzled, a dark light flashing in her eyes before quickly disappearing.
Aunt Chen looked up at her, pursed her lips, and said nothing.
When she signed the contract, she wanted to show it to Ayan, but Aunt Huang used the cloth factory as a comparison.
Aunt Chen thought about it later. The cloth factory dared to sign a contract for goods worth nearly 100,000 yuan, so she didn't insist much at the time.
I feel like something's off right now, but I can't quite put my finger on why.
A contract that suits a fabric factory may not be suitable for a shrimp paste factory.
"I'll enforce the punishment according to the factory's reward and punishment system. From now on, contracts will only be valid if I sign them," Lin Ziyan said slowly and deliberately.
If this contract wasn't deliberately created, it's not actually that wrong.
"We'll follow the factory's rules." Aunt Chen agreed to the punishment, and at the same time, she felt a sense of relief.
Of course, she was heartbroken about the compensation money and costs; it was several thousand yuan, equivalent to a month's net income for shrimp paste.
But that's how business is; nothing ever goes smoothly.
Aunt Huang pursed her lips and nodded.
Lin Ziyan continued, "By the way, I'll bring someone over in a few days. He'll be in charge of the shrimp paste factory from now on. All these contracts and agreements can be handed over to him for review."
"From now on, the two of you will be in charge of the shrimp paste factory's production, and he can handle the rest."
Aunt Chen quickly nodded, "Ayan, that's for the best. I can only manage production; I'm really not good at anything else."
She breathed a sigh of relief, finally free from having to look at those documents and such.
Lin Ziyan thought to herself, "The electrical appliance factory hasn't been built yet, so let Ren Donglai manage this area first. After training people, we can change the manager."
As for the fish farms, they are now managed by the seafood market, so we need to find someone to manage them separately.
"Will this shipment still be shipped by sea?" Aunt Huang asked.
Lin Ziyan nodded. Water transport is faster and more convenient than land transport.
Mr. Yang also hoped that they would deliver the goods to the port.
The port in the other side of the port city is more convenient than this one.
"You don't need to negotiate this time. Just make sure the quality of the goods is good." After saying that, Lin Ziyan didn't stay in the factory any longer.
She felt very uncomfortable with the workers in the factory, since no one likes being watched while working by their boss.
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