"Look, my factory is only going to have more and more employees, and I need to give them some employee benefits during holidays. If you really feel bad about it, why don't you find someone else?"
The cannery manager smiled and gestured for Zhao Youcai to continue.
"I wonder if you could offer me a special discount, so that you could prepare more canned goods for our factory during the Spring Festival, Labor Day, Mid-Autumn Festival, and National Day each year?"
Fifty yuan is nothing; how much can you buy with that?
But if they were to buy canned goods here at a lower price to use as employee benefits, the savings wouldn't be as simple as just fifty yuan.
In Zhao Youcai's view, there is a big difference between being full at one meal and being full at every meal.
The cannery manager was surprised, but he did not refuse.
Even if Zhao Youcai is given the lowest price, he can still make a profit. It's just a matter of how much he earns.
With Zhao Youcai as a customer, the cannery gained an extra order.
Once the employees in Zhao Youcai's factory receive canned food as a perk, the employees in the other factories will definitely want it too.
Zhao Youcai is the only one who can get the lowest price; other factories would have to pay a higher price than Zhao Youcai to buy from his cannery.
If you calculate it this way, the cannery can make a fortune just from the annual holiday gifts.
Once those employees have tasted the sweetness of canned food, those with many children at home will definitely buy some canned food to enjoy from time to time.
No matter how you look at it, this order is incredibly worthwhile; anyone who isn't a fool would agree to Zhao Youcai's terms.
"Okay! Shall we sign the contract now?"
Zhao Youcai nodded with a smile. The cannery manager told someone to prepare the contract, while he took Zhao Youcai for a tour of the production workshop.
There aren't many types of canned goods nowadays. Besides hawthorn canned goods and pear canned goods, there's also yellow peach canned goods, which are hailed as divine by children in Northeast China.
Zhao Youcai hadn't had canned yellow peaches in a long time and really missed them.
The cannery is quite large and has many employees. Everyone is wearing pure white work clothes and gloves, and the entire workshop is very clean.
Good, Zhao Youcai was very satisfied.
Food that is meant to be eaten must indeed meet these specifications to be considered qualified.
Looking at the two empty production workshops, Zhao Youcai was somewhat puzzled.
"How come there are still empty seats?"
The cannery manager laughed heartily, "Normally, when we're busy enough, these two workshops aren't needed. They're only opened when there's a sudden surge in large orders that urgently need to be delivered."
Zhao Youcai nodded slightly, then asked:
"How often are those two workshops put into use?"
The cannery manager shook his head. "Only one of the workshops is occasionally used; the other workshop is always empty."
Zhao Youcai remembered a very appetizing hawthorn-flavored drink, made from hawthorn, water, syrup, sucralose, and flavoring.
Zhao Youcai can provide the specific recipe, but the proportions need to be studied by the cannery's employees.
So Zhao Youcai and the cannery manager huddled together and whispered about their collaborative project to make "appetizing hawthorn water".
The cannery manager's eyes lit up as he listened.
To be honest, there's just too much hawthorn to use; every year, too much of it rots in the fields and goes unused.
These days, everything is scarce, and people want to use everything they can.
With Zhao Youcai's help, one can avoid wasting raw materials and make a lot of money at the same time. No one could refuse that opportunity.
As a result, another contract was added to the list of contracts to be signed.
After a heated discussion between the two about how to develop a promotional plan and the packaging of the canned goods, the cannery manager was preparing to take Zhao Youcai to a state-run restaurant for a good meal, and then they would come back to sign the contract after they had eaten and drunk their fill.
Before he could even leave the office, several other factory managers, having heard the news, came to ambush him.
The cannery manager cursed under his breath, but was relieved that he had managed to resolve most of the issues.
As a result, two more tables of people went to the state-run restaurant to freeload.
This was the first time Zhao Youcai had ever experienced how difficult it was to swallow a meal when someone treated him to a meal.
Almost as soon as he puts a couple of bites of food in his mouth, he's ready to answer questions, offer advice, and provide solutions.
After taking a small sip of wine, he would pat the person next to him on the shoulder, offer a few words of comfort, and occasionally express his admiration for the factory managers at the table who had endured so many years of hardship.
If the waiters at the state-run restaurant hadn't recognized these factory managers, they probably would have thought Zhao Youcai was some kind of drunkard who started bragging after drinking too much.
There was nothing they could do; Zhao Youcai always said things like, "It's just foreign trade, no big deal."
Once Zhao Youcai's face turned red, his words became, "I want those foreigners dead! Before they die, they'd better spit out all the money they ate!"
Zhao Youcai originally planned to secretly pour out the wine, but since the wine was not produced by his system, it was impossible to dispose of it without anyone noticing.
In addition, with the factory managers buzzing around his ears like flies, Zhao Youcai, sensing that he was slightly tipsy, began to pretend to be drunk and ramble on about random things.
Zhao Youcai remained cautious and refrained from speaking ill of the officials.
After all, Zhao Youcai didn't know if any of these factory managers disliked him, and he was also worried about being betrayed.
A dozen minutes later, Zhao Youcai's head slammed onto the table with a loud thud.
The factory managers were all stunned, never expecting Zhao Youcai's drinking capacity to be so impressive.
Only the cannery manager was somewhat angry.
This guy needs to go back to his factory to rest; he still has two freshly printed contracts to sign. These bastards just know how to cause trouble!
Then, the cannery manager's displeased voice rang out.
"You think you didn't force anyone to drink much, but aren't you ignoring the fact that the number of people involved is too large?"
More than ten people took turns toasting Zhao Youcai. Even if three more people came, Zhao Youcai would be too tired to stand up straight.
The group exchanged somewhat awkward glances, then laughed it off and continued eating and drinking.
The cannery manager slammed his eyes shut, then carried Zhao Youcai away.
The group of more than ten people were about to leave after they had eaten and drunk their fill when the waiter stopped them and they realized that the man surnamed Yan had not paid the bill at all.
They grumbled and swore as they pulled out their wallets, scraped together various receipts and money, and managed to avoid being detained by the state-run restaurant and leave safely.
Upon arriving at the cannery, Zhao Youcai sobered up and started chugging tea.
"Comrade Zhao, you...you're not drunk?"
Zhao Youcai was about to nod, but then he felt a little embarrassed when he thought about how the factory manager had carried him all the way back.
"I drank too much, but the wind in Heilongjiang Province is really strong; it kept me energized the whole way."
Despite saying that, Zhao Youcai was still inwardly ranting:
Compared to the strength of Zhao Jia Gou, this wind is nothing.
Haven't you heard this saying before?
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