Chapter 130 Six or Seven Hundred Jin

"Two thousand pieces, the price is two dollars cheaper."

"No, 2,000 pieces is too few. If you want 3,000 pieces, I can give you a discount of two yuan," the owner of the garment factory bargained with Tang Yuan, "This price is already very low. I don't even make much profit."

"Then give me some, don't make them all the same," Tang Yuan looked at the clothes piled up in the warehouse, "and some socks, and give them to me at a lower price?"

The boss hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, I'll give you a ride."

After saying that, he continued to mutter: "Business is really hard nowadays, and profits are getting lower and lower."

Tang Yuan listened but didn't say much. She was of course aware that business in Hong Kong garment factories was not doing well now, otherwise she would not have lowered the price. But there was definitely still profit. If this company couldn't get the same price, the next company could.

Zheng Man stood beside her and naturally didn't say anything.

Only after we took the things away and moved them to the warehouse did she curiously ask, "Didn't you want to buy a garment factory before? Why didn't you ask a few more questions?"

"I have considered opening a garment factory, but I don't plan to open one in Hong Kong," Tang Yuan said, looking at Zheng Man, "Do you know about the current policy changes in the mainland?"

Zheng Man looked at her in surprise.

Tang Yuan smiled: "I have been paying attention to it recently. Now the mainland has gradually opened up. I guess it won't be long before we can set up factories in the mainland. Do you plan to go back then?"

"Is it okay?" Zheng Man looked at her carefully.

"Of course, as long as you are willing," Tang Yuan said firmly, turning to look at her, "If there is a chance, would you like to go back? Once the mainland is liberalized, I want to go back and open a clothing factory. If you are willing, we can go back together."

"Yes, I am willing," Zheng Man nodded immediately. "I don't know why, although I have been in Hong Kong for a long time, I still don't feel a sense of belonging here. If I can go back, I am willing to go back, even if the salary is lower, I am willing to go back."

"It's settled then," Tang Yuan patted her shoulder, "We'll go out together then."

"Yes!" Zheng Man agreed immediately.

The situation in the Mainland is not completely clear yet. Even if we can set up a factory, it will be difficult to resolve in a short period of time. But it will take one or two years.

Tang Yuan was dealing with clothing transportation, and Zheng Man had some free time, so she helped her find out about things in the mainland. It was pretty much the same as Tang Yuan remembered. Although there were relevant policies, they were not completely clear. If they wanted to open a factory, they still had to wait for the right opportunity.

Fortunately, there are indeed many garment factories in Hong Kong. Tang Yuan can get a variety of high-quality and relatively low-priced clothes from the garment factories and ship them to Country M, where he can also make a lot of money.

While the clothing business is developing, this year's tea business is also developing. The news from Yunnan Province has spread, and the amount of tea delivered is even more than last year.

Day and night, people brought up tea leaves on their shoulders. Looking at the stairs that were gradually being stepped on, Tang Yuan felt a little guilty.

She had no choice but to write a note to the village chief, asking her to find a spacious, unnoticeable and easily transported place to store the tea leaves.

Although Xiaomei's residence is secluded, the quantity was small at first, but now it is increasing. Even the early tender tea can reach 600 to 700 kilograms every day. Later on, when it is time to pick the old tea, the quantity will only be greater.

If the quantity is larger, it will be difficult to "transport".

It is better to go to a place nearby that can connect to the main road.

"Village Chief, what does this mean? We can't send it up anymore in the future?"

"We can't tell anyone about this anymore. The amount of tea leaves this year is much, much more than in previous years."

"We didn't tell anyone, but someone in another village did."

"The quantity is so large. Even if there are many people there, it will take too much effort to transport it out bit by bit. Xiaomei's place is too high. It's unlucky to come down."

"Village Chief, what should we do?"

"I'm going to the town," the village chief said, holding the note in his hand. "Tea and coffee are not staple foods, and the government does not restrict their sale. Now more and more people know that we are selling tea, and this news cannot be kept secret. I'm going to the town to pass on the message and ask them to prepare a large warehouse."

“This is too risky.”

"Yeah, if something happens..."

"Don't worry. I know our deputy mayor. She is very easy to talk to and has always cared about our town. She will definitely not miss this opportunity," the village chief said, looking at the villagers. "But you will have to put in some effort to deliver the tea to the town."

"Do I have to tell you?"

The village chief held the note in his hand, his expression slightly changed: "If I don't tell him, he might leave. Either we will suffer more, or he will suffer more. We have to choose one or the other."

The villagers were a little stunned when they heard this.

"If...if you don't agree, then that person won't come?"

"We worked hard for two years to save money, and finally... my family saved enough money to pay for the thirty-six leg surgeries."

"It's not necessarily a bad thing," the village chief took a breath, "With so much tea and coffee, people have to send it out. It's impossible to keep it in the mountains forever. Besides, the situation outside has changed a bit in the past two years. A few days ago, I went to the town and saw someone doing business openly. Instead of waiting for them to leave, why don't we take the initiative and help them solve the problem? That way, the business can last longer."

"Then listen to the village chief. He is right. That person cannot stay in the village forever. We collected the goods here in the past two years because we were not allowed to do so outside. Now that we are allowed to do business outside, if we don't do it, others will take it away."

"Yes, it just takes a little longer to deliver the goods. Then we can ask Lao Zhang to make a few more wooden carts and select a few people to deliver the goods every day."

"We don't have to go the same way. We can just deliver the stuff to Xiaomei and then hang it from there, right?"

As soon as he said this, everyone looked at him.

The person who spoke realized it later: "Could that person also use the same method? No wonder we haven't noticed many people going up the mountain in the past two years."

"Of course it is! That's the case!"

"Oh, I was wondering how that guy transported the goods, but this is the method."

"Yeah, tea and coffee are not afraid of being smashed. We can just hang them up and send them down to the ground and they will be smashed. We are the ones who have lived here all our lives. How come no one has thought of this method?"

"Hey, hey, hey, let's get down to business," one of the villagers said, "Village chief, go and talk to them. If you can convince them, we'll send them to the town. If not, we'll send them secretly. It must be because the quantity is too large that people thought of doing this. No... No, say it quietly."

The villagers' words were ambiguous, but the village chief understood their meaning and nodded: "Don't worry, I will explain it to the deputy mayor. If it doesn't work, she won't tell anyone. Tea and coffee are not within her jurisdiction, so she should be willing to keep it secret."

After talking to the villagers, the village chief quickly left the village and went to the town to discuss the matter with the deputy mayor.

The two were old classmates and had less contact in recent years, but they were not completely strangers.

In the office where only two people were present, the village chief briefly explained the situation, leaving out the hair band issue and talking about the tea and coffee.

After hearing this, the deputy mayor looked at her in shock and said, "You have kept such a big thing a secret for several years. How dare you do that?"

"We can't help it. Life in the village is not easy," the village chief whispered. "It's only in the past two years that everyone has money in their hands and can buy things. Tea and coffee are our specialties here. They are not considered grain. We haven't delayed planting crops in the past two years."

"No wonder everyone is so happy when you guys send us grain. The people at the grain station have given us feedback several times," the deputy mayor glanced at the village chief and took a notebook from the side. "Do you want a warehouse this time?"

"Yes, a warehouse, preferably one where trucks usually pass by," the village chief took the initiative. "This time it's not just our village, but other villages as well. If it works, the conditions in the dozens of villages here can be improved. The situation has been changing in the past two years, but you all turned a blind eye, so I want to give it a try."

Of course there are warehouses in the town, and there are trucks passing by. Of course, they are not private businesses, but the environment in Yunnan Province is suitable, and the yield of many crops is not low. Every season, each village has to hand over grain, and when a certain amount is stored, trucks will come and take the grain away.

The number of warehouses meets the situation during the harvest period when there is the most grain. This is not the time now, so there will naturally be empty warehouses.

When the harvest season comes, the tea season is over and the coffee season is about to begin, so the crops can be taken out and used to store food.

Before coming here, the village chief had thought about the possible situations he might encounter and felt that the best excuse he could come up with at this time was that "tea and coffee are not staple foods." Being able to make money from non-staple foods should also be what the government expects.

However, if it was two years ago, even if such a reason was used, the deputy mayor would definitely not agree. Now the situation is changing. After considering it, the deputy mayor vacated an empty warehouse and handed the key to the village chief.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, the warehouse is not located in a densely populated residential area, but on a main road near the town, where usually few people pass by.

This situation is in line with the village chief's expectations.

"Be careful and don't make a fuss," the deputy mayor warned. "If something unexpected happens, I can't help you."

If it weren't for the villagers' lives, the deputy mayor would never agree to this matter. However, the conditions of their town were not very good, and now there was a chance to make some money. Even if someone was "speculating" behind the scenes, she would turn a blind eye.

There was one sentence that touched her: tea and coffee are not staple foods, so if you can make money with crops that are not staple foods, why not do it?

From a general policy perspective, villagers were previously allowed to bring tea and coffee to the town to sell. From this point of view, selling these two things could not be considered speculation.

"There is a tricycle in town. If you need it, you can borrow it for a while."

"Thank you, old classmate!"