She pushed the bicycle, while Shulan held the burlap sack.
"Help me put the button in. It's been a long time since we've seen each other, let's chat as we walk."
The two cousins chatted for a few minutes before arriving at the back gate of the button factory. Shulan ran in with the letter of introduction, and when she came out, a middle-aged man in a white shirt and glasses was following behind her.
Shulan tore open a corner of the burlap sack to show him.
“Section Chief Chen, our garment factory and your button factory have been cooperating for many years. Because we trust Baode's quality, we never open the bags to inspect the goods when we receive them. But as you can see, none of the buttons meet our garment factory's requirements. What's more troublesome is that a batch of buttons has already been used on shirts and needs to be returned to the factory. Our garment factory will suffer a significant loss!”
Chen Baifu wiped his sweat, pulled out a few buttons, and his expression changed instantly.
Shulan continued to press, saying, "We are all state-owned sister factories. It's really unacceptable that something like this happened."
Chen Baifu's family only has two daughters. His wife is in poor health and cannot have any more children, which is considered equivalent to the family line dying out in the eyes of rural people. His mother does not like her granddaughters, but dotes on Chen Baifu's older brother's son.
At the end of last year, his mother asked him to get his nephew from his hometown into a button factory so that his nephew could take over his job after he retired.
Chen Baifu was naturally unwilling; although he didn't have a son, he did have a daughter!
He and his wife had long planned that their daughter would inherit their job, but his sixty-year-old mother sat at his doorstep crying, accusing him of being unfilial and abusing the elderly.
The employees of the family compound talked among themselves as they passed by. They said that Chen Baifu was a minor section chief, how could he be so shameful?
He had no choice but to listen to his mother and get his nephew a job at the button factory.
Unfortunately, his nephew was a scoundrel. Not only did he not work properly, but he also tried to be clever, embezzling public funds and then passing off inferior goods as superior ones.
In the past two days, two garment factories have come to our door, saying that the buttons from our button factory have problems, with many defects, and do not meet the standards for buttons used in clothing.
His nephew swore to God that only these two batches of goods had problems. Chen Baifu still held onto a sliver of hope, thinking that the problem wasn't too serious. But then another batch of problematic buttons arrived.
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