This is just crying poor on purpose.
Life was hard, and new students would pick up their older brothers’ or sisters’ school uniforms when they entered school, or modify them with old cloth. They would only buy new ones when they really had no other options. Coupled with the suspension of classes in some middle schools, the demand can be almost ignored.
Xiao Jiahua could only say, "I understand. But our solution is very simple. In two months, it will be the golden September and silver October. As long as the autumn and winter fabrics are in stock and the sales of the supply and marketing cooperatives are up, the payment will be quick. I will transfer the money to you as soon as possible."
"What? We have to wait until autumn. Then why don't you come here today to pay your debt?"
The young accountant was dissatisfied, but she was young after all and couldn't keep her composure.
Tong Qifang gave her a warning look and kept smiling: "It's easy for the school manager to say that. The cost of purchasing raw materials for autumn and winter fabrics produced in our country is not small. Where does the money come from?"
Xiao Jiahua gritted his teeth and asked, "I heard that your National Cotton Mill has a reserve fund? Can you... advance it first?"
Rounding off means continuing to buy on credit.
The women were silent.
"Is the school manager kidding me?"
Tong Qifang put down the teacup and stopped smiling.
No matter how bad her temper was, she couldn't stand such teasing.
"Manager, as the saying goes, if you borrow and pay back, it's not difficult to borrow again. If your company only borrows and doesn't pay back, let's go to court and seek justice!"
Now that the cards have been laid, Xiao Jiahua can only be shameless and show his true colors.
"Well, the summer cloth still has two months of sales cycle. The supply and marketing cooperative will soon come up with a promotion plan. In August, we will definitely get the money back."
"That's not enough!" The young accountant was indignant. "We need at least 100,000 yuan to prepare for the fall and winter. You received 20,000 yuan in summer payment, but our national cotton mill only has 30,000 yuan in reserve. We're still short of half of that!"
Xiao Jiahua: "We don't need that much. We can produce in batches and replenish as sales increase."
Tong Qifang: "Replenishment as sales are made, what kind of game is this?"
Xiao Jiahua was about to answer when suddenly, there was a loud bang and the office door was pushed open.
To be exact, it was kicked open roughly by someone.
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Three ferocious-looking men broke into the room.
The leading man was in his forties, tall and strong, with a labor camp-style crew cut. He stared at Tong Qifang with a provocative look on his face.
The factory manager was angry and shocked, and said angrily: "Niu Guangkun, we are divorced, why are you still coming to the factory?"
Niu Guangkun ordered two scoundrels to guard the door. When he turned around and saw the purple clay teapot on the table, he picked it up and smashed it to pieces.
"Tong Qifang, you still dare to ask for a divorce? I didn't want the house at the beginning, and you sent me away with 5,000 yuan. Now that I have spent all my money, you give me half of the reserve fund of the National Cotton Mill, and I promise not to come to the factory to make trouble again!"
The young accountant was frightened and started to cry. She regretted very much that she had spoken hastily and revealed the matter of the reserve fund.
During the argument, Xiao Jiahua found out the reason.
The factory director’s ex-husband Niu Guangkun used to be the head of the security department of the National Cotton Mill. Many of the factory’s security guards were his “brothers” recruited by him.
No wonder after the divorce, he could still barge in so brazenly and no one dared to stop him.
The few who were capable were stopped at the door by Niu Guangkun's younger brothers. They said confidently, "Don't disturb my brother and sister-in-law from talking about housework."
Five thousand yuan, spent all in half a year. This man is really a bottomless pit.
Xiao Jiahua guessed that this was probably another story of a young lady from a wealthy family who was very silly and naive when she was young, and who was blindly attracted to a beast in human form. When she suddenly realized what was happening, she could only cut off her tail and ask for help from her father to keep her safe.
"Housework", from ancient times to the present, countless cases of domestic violence involving strong men and weak women have been lightly covered up by these three words.
Tong Qifang cares about face and also wants to calm people down.
She said coldly to Niu Guangkun: "The reserve fund belongs to the family. If you dare to ask for it, I dare not give it to you. Besides, I have decided to lend this money to the supply and marketing cooperative to produce winter cloth. The school manager is here. If you don't believe me, ask her."
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