Chapter 150
The samples that Jian Feng brought back were made into a booklet, and all the items were selected by Jian Li.
She gave Jian Feng some scientific knowledge: "Don't choose the expensive category, but choose the most expensive one among the cheap categories. It means to put yourself in their shoes and think about the things that you would never buy, such as a pencil that costs more than ten yuan, or expensive teacups and porcelain."
Jian Feng was shocked by his daughter's sharpness just by thinking about it.
Isn't that right? Who would buy such expensive things on a normal day? But gifts from others are different. They are ordinary and expensive goods, yet they are unique and practical.
Jian Li tried her best to pick out some scarves, hairpins, scarf buckles, simple and exquisite pens, delicate white porcelain...
Jian Feng made a few sample gift boxes and showed them to Lin Hui, who was satisfied and placed an order on the spot.
"Give me thirty of these big gift boxes, and three hundred of these small ones."
Big customers will receive a big gift, and other customers will each receive one. Inside the small gift box is a box of rose tea and a delicate little spoon.
The big gift box contains wolfberries, saffron, a silk scarf, and a star-shaped silk scarf buckle.
Jian Feng came out from Lin Hui's place and took a few other samples to show the customers.
Thermos cup, black wolfberry, sea cucumber, pen...
As soon as Jian Feng brought out these products, which were mainly for men, a small business owner ordered ten boxes and asked Jian Feng to put their company logo on them before delivering them to the customers.
Jian Feng received two large orders in one day and left the teahouse in high spirits.
A man walked towards the door of the teahouse, and they both looked at each other in shock.
In a flash, Jian Feng said happily: "Director Qiu!"
More than two years have passed, and Director Qiu's hair has become much thinner, but it still looks the same as before.
When Director Qiu saw Jian Feng, he recognized him after just a few seconds of thinking.
“It’s you.”
After taking another look at Jian Feng's attire, Director Qiu already had an idea in his mind.
Back then, he felt that resigning was not a bad thing for Jian Feng, and now it seems to be the case.
Jian Feng was carrying a black leather bag, had his hair done, was wearing a black leather jacket and leather shoes, and it was obvious that he was living a good life.
Jian Feng was grateful to Director Qiu and kept asking him if he was free today.
"Dinner, please."
Director Qiu raised his hand and looked at his watch: "No need to eat, let's just sit down and chat in this teahouse."
In the private room on the second floor, Jian Feng secretly slipped a hundred yuan to the waiter.
"No matter how much the bill for this private room is, it will be charged to my account."
He often comes to this teahouse and has the right to collect money here.
Jian Feng straightened his clothes and then went in and sat down.
Director Qiu ordered a pot of Pu'er tea. Over the aroma of the tea, he said with emotion: "I thought you would be doing well, but it seems that you should be doing very well."
Jian Feng smiled and said, "I'm not that rich. I've just been doing some small business in the past few years."
Jian Feng slowly talked about what he did after the cotton textile factory went bankrupt, and Director Qiu became happy to hear it.
"That's good. You get rich through hard work and you seize opportunities."
"Yes, to be honest, when I think about the past now, it's a little unbelievable."
At that time, I quarreled with my wife over a few hundred dollars, I had to make a hat with my head covered every month, and when I opened my eyes, I was worried about my life, but I didn't know how to find a way out of my worry.
Thinking about it now, life was so hard for our family back then. My wife and daughter also lived a hard life for many years.
Director Qiu patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't think about it. It's all over now. What you are doing now is very good."
Jian Feng hummed with a nasal sound, and then asked Director Qiu: "I went to look for you later, but they said you were transferred."
Director Qiu: "I was indeed transferred to the northwest, and was transferred back some time ago."
Jian Feng asked tentatively: "Then should I not call you Director?"
Director Qiu, no, now it's Deputy Director Qiu. He laughed and said, "Let's not talk about that, just call me Director."
Jian Feng was very happy for Director Qiu: "That's great."
The two talked for a while, and Director Qiu had an idea.
"Xiao Jian, there is something I want to hear your opinion on."
Jian Feng nodded hurriedly: "You go ahead."
Director Qiu carefully considered his words: "In the past two years, too many employees have been laid off. I am now responsible for placing them. We have also taken some measures, such as providing vocational training and subsidies for laid-off employees, but the effect is not good..."
It cannot be said that it is not obvious, it is just a rehash of the same old tune without much novelty.
"Some workers have a heavy burden at home and can't even afford to learn to drive. The jobs we arrange are mostly in counterpart factories or other units. Those with elderly or children at home can't spare any time."
"So I want to ask you if you have some better ideas."
Jian Feng thought for a moment and said, "Director Qiu, I have visited the cotton textile factory's off-the-job worker assistance department before. Most of our vocational training is for silk weaving workers, and some are vocational skills from other factories. But I think we can be more flexible."
"Nowadays, many factories can no longer accommodate so many workers. It is not shameful to be a street vendor. For many people with family responsibilities, street vendors can make money quickly and have flexible working hours."
Director Qiu: "You mean, add some varieties sold by small vendors?"
Jian Feng nodded: "For things like cakes and snacks, people will buy them anyway, and they're easy to learn. You can learn in a week, and once you've learned, you can set up a stall."
Director Qiu fell into deep thought: "You are right."
They always wanted to get the workers back to the factory, but the factory was already in trouble and there was no sign of it recovering in the future.
As for food, clothing, housing and transportation, there is always a market for these things.
Jian Feng: "Just a little bit..."
Director Qiu said solemnly: "You say."
Jian Feng scratched his head and said, "This year, the city management is a bit strict in their inspections. They often collect scales and hit people... Of course I know this is related to the city's appearance, but can they specify a time and place?"
Some urban management officers enforce the law violently. When they catch street vendors, they will take away their scales and stalls. If some people make trouble, they will even break the scales and say that the goods are not expensive. However, they will collect the money every day and drive away the street vendors.
Director Qiu frowned and said, "I will coordinate the communication."
In July last year, news came out that welfare housing distribution would be cancelled. As a result, many factories closed down in the second half of the year. This year, even more factories have closed down. Director Qiu’s job is difficult. These ideas are just ideas. There must always be communication and collaboration across departments.
Director Qiu looked at Jian Feng with satisfaction and said, "I will arrange a symposium when I have time, and you can come as well. This year, the down-to-earth work of state-owned factories is the top priority. You can set an example and tell the down-to-earth workers about your experience."
Jian Feng: "Ah? I can't do that. I'm nervous when I speak..."
Director Qiu: "What's there to be nervous about?"
He said meaningfully, "This is a great opportunity to show off. I want examples like you who have become rich through hard work. If you were to start a big company now, I wouldn't want you to attend this symposium."
Jian Feng was startled: "...Okay, I'll listen to you."
Director Qiu nodded with satisfaction: "You should prepare well, and your wife should come as well. If both of you come here at that time, what you say will also have exemplary significance."
Jian Feng walked out of the teahouse, still blindfolded.
They were still talking about a symposium when Director Qiu suddenly asked to see his gift box. Jian Feng quickly gave all the gift boxes in his hand to Director Qiu.
After reading it, Director Qiu stuffed the gift box back to him, and then asked him to make twenty gift boxes, and the packaging would be decided by their department.
"There will be several more inspection teams coming soon, and I will be the one to receive them. Please prepare some gift boxes, preferably local items, and give me a list when the time comes."
Jian Feng suppressed his excitement and responded quickly.
"Work hard, good days are ahead."
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Before Jian Li's birthday, Wang Mengmei returned the 60,000 yuan she owed last year to the bank as scheduled.
As for the remaining loan, Jian Feng calculated his company's recent profits and told Wang Mengmei that the money would be saved by the end of the year.
"There are still several festivals in the second half of the year, and there are also big orders for the Chinese New Year."
The consecutive orders he won far exceeded Jian Feng's expectations.
Although Director Qiu's order is not big, it is a good start. You know, such a relationship is not easy to establish. Jian Feng got such a benefit unexpectedly. He has been excited wherever he goes recently.
Wang Mengmei finally decided to open a branch.
"Now that the business on Changqing Street has stabilized and Ni Hao can run his own business, my idea is to open a few more small restaurants specializing in malatang and fast food."
Running a restaurant is difficult, but Wang Mengmei thinks running fast food is not difficult at all.
She can prepare the ingredients for malatang and hot and sour noodles in advance, and the stuff for snow yogurt is also easy to prepare. As for small things like fried chicken, Wang Mengmei only needs to be responsible for the marinade and raw materials. The rest can be written down and anyone can make it.
As for fast food, Wang Mengmei naturally didn't have time to cook it herself, but the ingredients were easy to prepare. Even such a job didn't require a professional chef, just a housewife who was good at cooking could do it.
Wang Mengmei's idea was unanimously recognized.
Lin Hui even said: "It should have been done a long time ago."
Wang Mengmei's store is always crowded at mealtime. Malatang, this magical dish, quickly spread throughout Taocheng. However, many people still only recognize Changqing Restaurant, and some people come from far away to eat there.
In the past, business was slow on weekends, but now it is no longer the case. Many college students come here on their bicycles just to patronize the restaurant.
Thanks to the popularity of Wang Mengmei's restaurant, Changqing Street has become lively.
The bosses of the spicy hotpot restaurants that used to compete with each other all smiled when they saw Wang Mengmei. The customers who came to the wrong place alone have doubled their sales.
She made money and no one looked at her with lecherous eyes. Wang Mengmei was in a good mood. Except for going to night school to learn computer, she spent the rest of her time looking for a storefront.
Before Wang Mengmei could find a partner, it was September and it was Jian Li's 18th birthday.
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