Upon hearing the figure of 1.36 million, the merchants in the audience couldn't help but exclaim. More than one million is definitely an astronomical figure for them. They have to run to Dehua Street to sell it. My goodness, who can afford it!
Are 350,000 pieces of clothing a lot?
The number sounds big.
Actually, it’s not much.
In terms of the factory's production volume, 350,000 pieces were only the monthly output of Zhoukou Garment Factory No. 2, and this was in the 1980s.
In modern times, this is nothing. Some large-scale garment processing factories can produce tens or even millions of pieces of clothing a day.
The people in Dehua Street were shocked because they had never come across such a large quantity and amount of goods, and someone actually wanted to sell them.
Director Lu of the garment factory continued:
"Our factory's idea is to reduce the wholesale price by another 20%, which is basically the price of raw materials. If someone is willing to buy and sell it, we will be responsible for door-to-door delivery. I wonder if anyone is willing to take this batch of goods?"
After Director Lu finished speaking, he glanced at the merchants on Dehua Street.
The merchants sitting in the audience were either stunned or shaking their heads. To them, this batch of children's clothing was indeed profitable, but the amount was too large, far beyond their means. More than one million was scary to hear.
"It would be fine if they only imported a few dozen or a few hundred pieces, but who can handle more than 300,000 pieces?" someone in the crowd said.
"Yeah, over a million. It makes me dizzy just hearing that."
"We who sell needles and thread usually only buy a little of each item. We don't dare to buy too much of the same item for fear of being overwhelmed. But the things the leaders brought today are so large, it's hard to finish them all."
"I sell lace. I would like to get some jacquard cloth, but I don't need much. A few hundred meters will be enough. I'm afraid the leaders won't like it." A middle-aged woman said embarrassedly.
The merchants in Dehua Street have basically not yet gotten rid of the mindset of small vendors. They have little access to information and are timid. Now that such a large amount of goods has been dropped, many people are frightened.
However, Zhao Xiaohai could also understand them. After all, this was their business, and there could be no mistakes. If mistakes occurred in state-owned factories and state-owned stores, the state would naturally bear the responsibility. At worst, the mistakes would become inventory.
But what about them?
Once a wrong decision is made, the result will be bankruptcy or even heavy debt.
So being cautious is the most normal reaction.
The factory managers on the rostrum were somewhat disappointed when they saw the reactions of the merchants on Dehua Street. It seemed that there was no hope in relying on them.
Director Zheng looked at the factory managers, then at the merchants on Dehua Street below, and said, "Today, this is just a briefing. You don't have to place orders here. You can go back and think about it. If you need any business, you can come to the Industry and Commerce Bureau and they can help you make the contact."
The meeting was over.
The merchants on Dehua Street walked out of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau and gathered in groups of three or four to discuss whether there was anything they could do.
Zhao Xiaohai did not leave with the crowd. He stood under a tree and lit a cigarette. He wanted to sort out his thoughts. After finishing the cigarette, Zhao Xiaohai had a rough idea in mind. He threw away the cigarette butt, turned around and went back to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau.
Director Zheng’s office.
Director Zheng and several factory managers sat down as host and guest. The clerk poured tea for them. One of the factory managers said:
"Actually, I didn't have high hopes from the beginning. I've heard about Dehua Street, and it can indeed enrich people's lives, but its scale is too small, and its impact is very small. The small amount of goods we have in stock has already scared them."
Another factory manager said:
"It was just a trial run. Whether it succeeds or not is of no concern. The biggest problem now is that we can't sell any of our goods. The more we produce, the bigger the backlog. But what should we do if we don't produce? Should we give the workers a holiday? That would be even worse. I'm worried about the future. In fact, the leaders of the Light Industry Department are also worried about this problem. They asked us to take a closer look and find a way out for the factory."
"A new way out is not that easy to find."
"It's difficult, but I have to find it."
Bang bang bang!
Just as a few people were chatting, there was a knock on Director Zheng's office door.
"Come in".
The door opened and Zhao Xiaohai appeared at the door.
"Hello, Director Zheng."
"Oh, it's Xiao Zhao. Come in." Director Zheng said with a smile.
He stood up and said to several factory managers, "Let me introduce you to Comrade Zhao Xiaohai from Dehua Street. He is the largest taxpayer in Dehua Street. Last month, he paid over 1,000 yuan in taxes."
Paying taxes is glorious.
Tax evasion is shameful.
Several factory managers nodded at Zhao Xiaohai.
After Director Zheng finished his introduction, he looked at Zhao Xiaohai and asked, "Xiao Zhao, what do you want to talk to me about?"
"It's like this. After the meeting just now, I had some ideas in my mind. I want to report them to Director Zheng and talk to several factory managers. I just don't know if the leaders are willing to listen to my ideas." Zhao Xiaohai said modestly.
Director Zheng became interested.
"Oh, if you have any ideas, sit down and tell us. We want to hear what the merchants think now." Director Zheng enthusiastically asked Zhao Xiaohai to sit down.
Zhao Xiaohai first looked at Director Wang of the Nanyang Flint Factory. "Director Wang, I'd like to ask, who did you mainly sell the flints to?"
"Mainly sold to lighter factories." Director Wang replied.
"It's supposed to be produced in fixed quantities, so why is there a backlog?" Zhao Xiaohai continued to ask.
"Because the lighter factory also has a backlog of products, it has affected us."
Hearing this, Zhao Xiaohai smiled and said, "Director Wang, just now in the conference room, after listening to your speech, I had an idea in my mind. To be honest, the several tons of flints in your factory are not easy to sell no matter where they are placed."
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