The goods management of the supply and marketing company is inseparable from the people's clothing, food, housing, transportation and daily necessities.
General Manager Xu asked her what aspect she wanted to be in charge of.
Xiao Jiahua was not shy and took the initiative to ask, "Shall I take care of the fabric?"
The conference room fell silent, and everyone looked at her with complicated expressions.
"Are you sure?" Manager Qin Huanlin was somewhat gloating.
In the cities, the young surplus labor force has gone to the countryside.
Nine out of ten adult residents who stayed behind were factory workers.
Large factories have residential quarters, and employees commute every day between the staff quarters and the factory. They basically walk for transportation, and at most they buy an eight-door car when they get married.
You don’t have to worry too much about “housing” and “transportation”.
As for "clothes", the company has work clothes and the school has school uniforms. There are also people who buy cloth and make their own clothes. Their market share is basically fixed and it is difficult to make any breakthroughs.
These days, the problem of food has not been completely solved, so who cares about whether one’s clothes look good or not?
When evaluating merchandise managers, the Commerce Bureau not only looks at overall performance, but also the sales growth rate of individual products is critical.
In other words, managers must not only purchase more goods, but also sell more every year.
Therefore, "food" and "consumption" are the big expenses. Not only is there sufficient oil and water, but the market demand has also been growing year by year, which is strictly controlled by the two managers, Shi Zhonglei and Qin Huanlin.
Choosing fabrics for Xiao Jiahua was a completely thankless task.
Even Xu Deshun advised her to reconsider, "There is only one state-owned cotton mill in the county. We purchased a batch of summer fabrics at the beginning of the year, but we haven't sold them all yet."
Xiao Jiahua wanted to be in charge of grain, oil and department stores, but this was tantamount to snatching food from a tiger's mouth. It would be strange if the two managers in front were willing to give it up.
She smiled bitterly, "It doesn't matter. The weather is getting colder in the second half of the year, and everyone needs to buy more clothes. It's the peak season for clothing fabrics. Maybe there will be a turnaround?"
Ma Lanzhen responded immediately: "The summer cloth has not been sold out, and there is no payment. You want to purchase autumn and winter cloth, but the finance department has no money to give you for your spending."
The fabric market is so bleak? Xiao Jiahua looked at Xu Deshun in shock.
Mr. Xu looked as if he had warned you long ago. He chimed in, "The company has a reserve fund. We can borrow it when the time comes. Winter cloth is always needed."
Ma Lanzhen, the financial manager, was not happy about it and was about to retort.
Ma Qiguan's husband, Manager Shi Zhonglei, came out to laugh again: "Don't worry, it's still hot now, we can take the long view for autumn and winter."
In short, these employees of the company spent the whole morning in a meeting and drinking tea, but they still couldn't come to a conclusion.
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At noon, Xu Deshun, as the general manager, asked Director Wang for instructions.
Director Wang promised Xiao Jiahua that as long as Xiao Jiahua could get the autumn and winter orders from the National Cotton Mill, he would be willing to hand over the county's fabric supply and marketing business to her for management.
Only then, Xiao Jiahua could truly sit together with the two old managers Shi and Qin.
This is good news, just do it.
In the afternoon, Xiao Jiahua asked Ding Qinqin to go to the finance office and find out the account transactions of the Supply and Marketing Department and the State Cotton Mill in recent years.
She watched carefully, knowing both yourself and the enemy, so that you can win every battle.
Ding Qinqin is very efficient. As soon as the lunch break is over, Xiao Jiahua's office is piled with manual account books.
Xiao Jiahua: "So many! Aren't there any reports like quarterly comparison, assets and liabilities, and profit analysis?"
Assistant Ding: "Well, it sounds very professional. How do you do that?"
Xixiao Jiahua: "...Forget it."
In an age without computers, why should women make things difficult for other women?
Xiao Jiahua silently wiped the dust off the table and opened the yellowed account books.
After looking for a whole afternoon, she was dazzled and could only see a small hill.
It was half past eight and it was time to get off work, but Xiao Jiahua was not in a hurry to leave.
Ding Qinqin asked: "School Manager, do you want to work overtime tonight? I will help you get food from the cafeteria?"
"Thank you, no thanks."
Xiao Jiahua smiled and picked up the phone on the table.
This is what it’s like to be a manager. Not only do you have your own office, you also have your own phone.
In order to facilitate communication, she reported to the company that the costs of any calls she made or received after get off work would be deducted from her salary.
As she dialed the number, she explained, "I'm not working overtime tonight. I'm going on a date with two young boys."
"Date?" Assistant Ding's eyes widened, confused.
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