The only advantage is its large population and abundant resources. It can only exchange more production materials by exporting agricultural products, textiles, and even industrial and mining products.
Xiao Jiahua had a bold idea. But now, Tong Qifang was still having tea at the Public Security Bureau, and she had to get her business done first.
She said to Lin Zheng: "Deputy Director, our work cloth is made of the best long-staple cotton in the country. It is not only soft and breathable, but also has top-notch color fastness and wear resistance. It is most suitable for export. It's a pity that you may have made a wasted trip this time because the state-owned cotton mill has closed down..."
In fact, only a few clothing production lines were stopped, and Xiao Jiahua was exaggerating on purpose.
Lin Zhengye didn't take it seriously: "What does this mean?"
Xiao Jiahua said nothing, just looked at Director Wang innocently.
Wang Zhanfa wiped the sweat from his forehead and explained hurriedly: "Deputy Director, someone reported that the National Cotton Mill hired a 'bad guy' tailor. The public security department intervened in the investigation, so the factory has temporarily closed down."
Xiao Jiahua said, "Director Wang, I know you want to avoid suspicion, so you let the police handle it. But you can't just believe the whistleblower's one-sided words."
She pleaded again, "Yes, when the old tailors were young, they were forced to make clothes for foreigners. But they are almost seventy years old now, and they just want to contribute to the people. Why should we deny them!?"
Lin Zhengyi found out the whole story and asked directly: "Since the old tailor came back from Shanghai, did Shanghai issue any documents?"
Wang Zhanfa felt even more guilty, "There was no instruction, I just retired and returned home normally."
"Nonsense! Even Shanghai people are not well-defined, so why are you putting labels on them?"
Lin Zhengye ordered again, "Wang Zhanfa, you and the school magistrate, go there right now and explain everything to the public security magistrate. This afternoon, the National Cotton Mill must resume production!"
Wang Zhanfa had no choice but to obey the order and went to the Public Security Bureau with Xiao Jiahua.
After a morning's work, the public security department also found out the reason. This matter could have been a big deal or a small one. Since there was no misunderstanding, the Public Security Bureau followed the instructions and released the person smoothly.
After going through this, Tong Qifang and the two old tailors felt helpless and grateful. Xiao Jiahua told Tong Qifang about Deputy Director Lin's incident, and Tong Qifang immediately returned to the National Cotton Mill and restarted the summer clothing production line.
Early the next morning, Lin Zhengye and a group of people from the foreign trade company came to the Guo Cotton Factory for inspection. Because of the self-promotion yesterday, Xiao Jiahua was named as a voluntary tour guide, focusing on introducing the production situation of long-staple cotton denim.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xiao Jiahua smuggled some private goods and lured Lin Zhengye and others into the clothing production line.
After the visit, everyone made a summary report in the conference room. Xiao Jiahua suggested: "Deputy Director, cotton and cotton cloth are semi-finished products after all. If we can directly export clothing, the profit will be huge."
The reason why I say this is that cross-border trade is our school’s strong point. In the past, she lived in a rural county and suffered from lack of opportunities. And now, leaders from both the Foreign Trade Department and the Foreign Trade Company have come...
Xiao Jiahua became arrogant. If you give her a lever, she might be able to really move the earth.
But under the circumstances at that time, exporting clothing involved many issues such as style design and cultural awareness, and it was not as simple as imagined. Leaders should know better.
Lin Zhengye just smiled and said, "We'll talk about the clothing business later. However, after talking for so long, we old guys are thirsty. Principal, as a manager, you..."
These words sounded familiar, and Xiao Jiahua could only complain in his heart, thinking that this old leader had a bad memory and was too good at being exempted from punishment.
Complaints aside, under the guidance of Master Tong Qifang, Xiao Jiahua went to the tea room, brewed a cup of fine Longjing tea, and obediently served it to Deputy Director Lin.
While accepting the tea, Lin Zhengyu accidentally swept the work notes on the table.
Xiao Jiahua hurriedly bent down to pick it up. A photo fell out of the notebook and caught her eye.
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