Damn it, not asking for money is scarier than asking for money. Lu Dagang quickly took a sip of water to calm his nerves.
He paused for a moment, unsure how to respond, "The bonus may not be as much as the two textile and garment factories, but your contributions are evident to all."
"I can't let you suffer a loss; you still have to get your bonus."
It's true that we can't compare to the textile and garment factories, and it's also true that we must give them bonuses.
Playing the victim and feigning poverty is just a habit and a tactic.
Tapping her index finger on the table, Ruan Xianxian's eyes curved into a smile. "Let's put the bonus aside for now. I'm here to help Section Chief Lu resolve some trouble."
Trouble? Taking another sip of water as a tactical maneuver, Lu Dagang considered how many eggs his wife's hen had laid back in the countryside, but he couldn't think of any trouble he might be in.
Looking into his eyes, Ruan Xianxian lowered her voice and asked, "Two hundred and fifty thousand knives of bamboo weaving, is Section Chief Lu planning to build another packaging department?"
With a thunderous roar, a thunderbolt struck Lu Dagang's mind.
Unlike suits, bamboo weaving involves a huge amount of work, and you can imagine how much work it would take to make a $250,000 bamboo weaving business.
Yesterday, after signing the contract, he was busy tidying up the venue, holding meetings, compiling statistics, and a whole host of other things. He completely forgot about the crucial matter of how to produce the outer packaging for this batch of goods...
The contract clearly states the delivery date, and there will be compensation for delays.
Suddenly she stopped laughing!
My mind raced, but I figured that if I added a packaging and production department just for a 250,000 yuan order, my boss would probably refuse 80% of the time.
There's no follow-up information. What if there's no foreign exchange available for a short period after this batch of exports? Who will support the employees we hire?
In an instant, he felt things were getting tricky.
Ruan Xianxian smiled as she slowly picked up her glass and took a sip. "I came here precisely to help Section Chief Lu solve this problem."
"Go ahead and say it." Lu Dagang's eyes lit up, urging her to speak quickly with his eyes.
"Does the match factory know about this? Why don't we follow their example and outsource the packaging?"
The work of pasting matchboxes is paid by piece, and the neighborhood will assign the work to unemployed women and elderly people who are idle at home, so as to supplement their household income.
Lu Dagang wasn't unaware of the problem; he was simply caught off guard by the unexpected issue. Given some time, he'll surely come up with a similar solution soon.
Ruan Xianxian seized the opportunity when he was stunned, and took the initiative to gain the upper hand...
Furthermore, when people are in the presence of someone stronger than themselves, they subconsciously become too lazy to think about choosing to rely on them.
Lu Dagang slapped his forehead in frustration. How could he not have thought of such a simple solution? He couldn't help but look at the brat with suspicion.
Why doesn't he believe she would be so kind as to help him solve his problems for free?
He gave a curt "Hmm?" to signal her to continue.
Ruan Xianxian rubbed his hands together like a fly. "I'm a rather vain person. I wanted the commune and the villagers to think highly of me, so I took the initiative to ask Uncle Lu for this outsourced job."
It's not that they think highly of her; they really want to take advantage of the situation to manipulate the commune and the brigade, is it?
Lu Dagang knew perfectly well what was going on. Since he had something to gain, he wasn't flustered. He took a sip of water with a half-smile, "Hmm? Outsourcing to you, what are your advantages?"
This was mostly a joke, but Ruan Xianxian looked up at him and said, "The advantage is that the candy factory doesn't want any more new designs or packaging?"
Pfft! Cough cough cough!
Lu Dagang choked on the water.
He pointed at Ruan Xianxian and kept saying "you you you" for a long time, but in the end he couldn't get to the bottom of it, and he hung his head in frustration.
He didn't think about anything else, he just wanted to get the girl under his thumb. Was it that hard?
That wasn't all. He slowly said, "It could have been more expensive. Do you know why I voluntarily lowered the price of the lantern candy by two points for Jeremiah?"
"Isn't it because you don't want to lose this customer?"
Ruan Xianxian chuckled, "It's almost May now, and there are still six months until Halloween. Six months is enough time for Jeremiah to open up the lantern candy market and prepare to make a fortune for Halloween."
"Hmm?" Lu Dagang uttered another single sound.
What does it mean that Jeremiah could order at most one more batch, and what does that have to do with her voluntarily lowering the price by two points?
Ruan Xianxian discovered that businessmen and leaders are not the same system. She explained: "Businessmen have the most sensitive sense of smell."
"As long as Jeremiah opens the market, merchants who smell the aroma before Halloween will come knocking on our door, contacting us to buy goods. Does Section Chief Lu understand?"
"So that's why you'd rather lower your profit margin by two percentage points so that Jeremiah can get more goods and open up the market?"
Upon seeing her nod slightly, Lu Dagang was momentarily speechless.
"To be honest, I originally only needed to think about the present, but after I went to the countryside in Heilongjiang Province, everyone from the brigade leader to the chief took great care of me and made many concessions for me."
I just wanted to give back to Heilongjiang Province in any way I could.
"It's true that I want the commune and the production brigade to think highly of me, and it's also true that I want to help the villagers who hardly see any money all year round."
Yes, she originally only needed to achieve her goals at this exhibition, but she never imagined that her path had already paved so far.
He's always thinking of the sugar factory, yet he's sitting here making fun of them—he deserves to die!
Lu Dagang stood up seriously. "Xiao Ruan, you drink water and read a book for a while. I'll go apply to the deputy factory director for bamboo weaving outsourcing."
I'll risk my reputation to get this done for you.
Ruan Xianxian smiled, looked up, and said with gratitude in her eyes, "It is such a pleasant thing to give your heart and receive an equal return."
"Uncle Lu, thank you."
"I should be thanking you." He had misunderstood. He hadn't expected this notorious troublemaker to be so understanding. He patted the young man's shoulder forcefully and turned to leave.
Once everyone left, Ruan Xianxian reverted to her usual nonchalant and lazy self.
Pasting matchboxes was a perk only city dwellers could enjoy. She took the bamboo weaving work outsourced by piece back to the commune, and wouldn't the villages below treat her like an ancestor?
Xiang Hongjun couldn't isolate the old village chief's faction, but what if he mobilized half the commune's strength?
This guy appeared calm on the surface, but his mind was already racing with his plans.
Originally expecting to wait a long time, Lu Dagang returned with a beaming face shortly afterward, announcing the good news as soon as he opened the door: "The factory leaders have agreed to your request."
I will assign someone to liaise with you and draft a detailed requirements form. The bonus issue has also been finalized; you cannot refuse.
...
After leaving the sugar factory, Ruan Xianxian hummed a song as she drove back to the hotel to pick up her friends.
"I heard there's a really big scrap metal collection station in the provincial capital. Want to go there and find some treasures?"
The idea that there are treasures hidden in waste materials is an open secret among the educated youth sent to the countryside.
But the scrap yard in the county town is only so big. Even if you turn it upside down, it's still just so-so. Putting everything else aside, do you really think the person in charge of the scrap yard and the black market are stupid?
When the five people stood in the vast, two-story-high waste disposal site, they couldn't help but show expressions of shock.
A carved canopy bed made of huanghuali wood, a rosewood desk, and a display cabinet made of African rosewood...
Although they are all incomplete or missing parts, they are still quite impressive.
A scrap yard worker in dirty work clothes walked towards the five people from a distance.
"Hey, you, you guys, what are you doing here? This isn't a place for children to play. Get out of here!"
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