Jiang Wanyue smiled with her lips curved.
When she came to the bamboo weaving factory a few days ago, she asked her brother-in-law whether the factory was recruiting, but her brother-in-law denied it.
From that time on, she had an idea in her mind.
Now that the idea is formed, it's time to execute it.
She looked at Xiang Lingxiao's ugly face and said, "Director Xiang, don't be angry. I'm telling the truth. I've only been at the bamboo weaving factory for half a day, and I've figured out your operating model. Almost all of your products are from the county bamboo weaving factory. If the county bamboo weaving factory goes bankrupt, you'll be out of business."
Upon hearing this, Xiang Lingxiao laughed: "I thought you could say something profound, but it turns out that you are just this capable. The county bamboo weaving factory has a national financial grant, so it is impossible for it to close down."
"I haven't finished what I was saying yet." Jiang Wanyue continued, "If the county bamboo weaving factory develops better and better, he will seek more partners, and the Hongqi Commune bamboo weaving factory will be easily squeezed out. In addition, if the county bamboo weaving factory wants to expand, it can recruit its own weaving workers and build a few more factory buildings. If this is the case, Director Xiang's factory will have nothing to lose."
Xiang Lingxiao's face suddenly became solemn.
The call he just received was from the county bamboo weaving factory. The weaving orders suddenly dropped by one third. He asked people around and found out that Wanzi Commune had established a bamboo weaving factory and took away one third of the business from the county.
He didn't know whether the county bamboo weaving factory would expand its enrollment, but his factory was indeed easily squeezed out.
Because he also heard that the leader of the Wanzi Commune Bamboo Weaving Factory knew the director of the county bamboo weaving factory...
This woman in front of him had only been here for half a day, but she had already figured out the situation. No wonder the Xiaojing Brigade would let a woman be the deputy branch secretary.
Xiang Lingxiao looked at her seriously and said, "Deputy Secretary Jiang wouldn't tell me so much for no reason, right?"
"Be smart, Director."
Jiang Wanyue flattered him, walked to the wall painting, opened her bag, took out a drawing and handed it over.
Xiang Lingxiao took it suspiciously, took a look at it, and found that it was a container made of bamboo, painted with bright colors, which looked beautiful and practical.
He sighed, "It seems that Deputy Secretary Jiang doesn't know enough about the bamboo weaving factory. All our workers here have skills and can weave anything. Why can we only accept orders from the county bamboo weaving factory? Because we can't sell the things we weave ourselves. We don't know how to sell them, so we can only rely on others for a living. Deputy Secretary Jiang's paintings are very good, but our factory can't do it."
"Of course there are ways to sell things, like selling fish. If I hadn't taken the initiative to come to the bamboo weaving factory, would the factory director have thought of buying fish?" Jiang Wanyue smiled and said, "If there is no demand, then create demand, and the product will naturally be sold."
Xiang Lingxiao seemed to be thinking: "Tell me what you think."
Jiang Wanyue asked: "How much does a bamboo container like this cost?"
Xiang Lingxiao replied: "An ordinary large round box costs only two cents, but the one you painted has added oil paint, so the cost should be more than eight cents."
"A large round oil paint box costs eight cents, and we can sell it for a little over ten cents. The iron box that the candy factory uses to pack candy costs about fifty cents." Jiang Wanyue smiled. "If we can convince the candy factory to change the packaging, then we will have a market, right?"
Xiang Lingxiao was stunned.
The candies at the county candy factory are divided into several categories. The most common ones are in bulk, which can be weighed or purchased individually. In addition, during holidays, some people buy boxed candies to give to relatives and friends as gifts. The price of boxed candies is four or five yuan. The round iron box looks very prestigious. If it is changed to a bamboo box, will anyone be willing to buy it?
"You, you think too simply." He shook his head. "Who would want a bamboo box when there is an iron box? It won't work, it won't work..."
"How can we know if we don't try?" Jiang Wanyue looked at the bamboo forest behind the factory. "Director Xiang, just give me some raw materials. I'll find someone to make it and give it to Director Xiang. Director Xiang will know after just one look whether anyone wants it or not."
He shook his head at the factory manager.
It was precisely because he understood bamboo that no matter how beautifully you weave it, it is still bamboo and cannot compare to iron, so he knew there was no hope as soon as he heard it.
Jiang Wanyue shrugged: "That's fine. Anyway, there is a bamboo forest on the mountain of our brigade. I can go up the mountain and cut bamboo myself."
At this point, Xiang Lingxiao could only nod and say, "We have a lot of bamboo strips left in our factory every day. You don't have to cut and split them, and you can weave them directly. Come with me and get some."
Jiang Wanyue immediately said, "Thank you Director Xiang. If this is done, I wonder how many people will thank you."
Since she was just trying it out and didn't need too many bamboo strips, she only took a little and went back to Xiaojing Brigade.
It was evening now, and smoke was rising from every household. Song Laosan's family was also cooking.
She stepped in, and Huazi, who was sitting on a bamboo mat on the yard, got up and ran over, throwing himself into Jiang Wanyue's arms.
"Feng Jiao, take Hua Zi to play for a while. I have something to discuss with your father."
After handing the child to Song Fengjiao, Jiang Wanyue walked into the main room and sat down next to Song Laosan.
Nowadays, it is the slack season for farming, and healthy people have nothing to do, let alone Song Laosan, a disabled person with difficulty walking. Every day he weaves some baskets, dustpans, brooms, etc. at home and exchanges them for some food, old clothes, etc. with people in the village who cannot weave these.
Song Laosan put down the dustpan and raised his head: "Fourth brother's wife, what do you want to talk about?"
Jiang Wanyue handed over the drawing: "Can Third Brother edit it?"
"This isn't difficult, it's just a bit more detailed." Song Lao San took a look and said, "However, I don't know how to paint the colors on it. Do you want to make one up?"
Jiang Wanyue nodded: "How long does it take to compile it? I want five."
"Five pieces will take at least a day and a half." Song Lao San saw the bamboo strips behind her and couldn't help but ask, "I have a lot of these at home, why did you get them yourself?"
"It's not convenient for Third Brother to go up the mountain to cut bamboo, so how can I take advantage of him?" Jiang Wanyue said with a smile, "Then I'll come to get it the day after tomorrow at noon, and give Third Brother good news in a few days."
Song Laosan didn't ask any more questions and just lowered his head to study the drawings.
Jiang Wanyue went home with the child.
She finally came back early and quickly took the spatula from Song Huaizhi's hand and started cooking.
Because there is no shortage of food at home, they eat very well for every meal now. White rice is a must, and they also have fried meat, egg soup, vegetables fried with lard, and sometimes fried fish. This kind of life is of high standard even in the provincial capital.
After dinner, she rushed to clear the table, wash the dishes, tidy up the kitchen, and then boil water for the children to wash.
There is still no kettle at home. The weather is getting colder and colder. I have to find a chance to buy one quickly. It is really inconvenient.
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