Jiang Shiyue turned her head and saw the uncle with a concerned look on his face. She felt warm and surprised, "Uncle, why haven't you left yet?"
The uncle smiled and scratched his head, "I'm worried something might happen to you."
"Thank you!" Jiang Shiyue felt a warm feeling in her heart.
The uncle shook his head. "You were just about to say there was a way to save us from bankruptcy?"
Jiang Shiyue nodded and shook her head, "I just have an idea, but I'm not sure if it will work."
The uncle looked at his watch and said, "How about this? I'll treat you to a meal. Let's find a place to eat and talk."
"It's my turn to treat you. Thank you for your concern." Jiang Shiyue thanked him sincerely.
This uncle waited for her every time she entered and left the main hall. He was afraid that his watch would cause her trouble, so he came to the black market every day to wait for her. She had to appreciate his kindness.
Jiang Shiyue pushed her bicycle and followed the uncle out. Just as she reached the door, she heard the familiar voice "Wait a minute!"
She turned around and saw Gangzi chasing after her, and couldn't help but frown.
"What's with that expression on your face?" Gangzi looked at Jiang Shiyue with disdain. "You don't want the money for the clothes anymore, right?"
Jiang Shiyue: “…”
Forget about it.
He quickly put on an eager smile and extended his hand to Gangzi, "Brother Gangzi, thank you for coming to give me the money."
Gangzi: “…”
The face changes so quickly!
…
It’s not dinner time yet, so there aren’t many people in the restaurant.
Jiang Shiyue and Chen Guojun found a table and sat down facing each other.
Chen Guojun is the uncle's name. Their Aiguo Garment Factory was once a large local garment factory. It cooperated with major factories in the surrounding area and had always produced work clothes.
In the past two years, orders have been decreasing, but the number of workers in the factory has only increased.
Some are waiting for pensions, some are waiting for housing allocation, and the sons are following in their father's footsteps and continuing to hire people to work in the factory. As a result, the number of employees is increasing, and the burden on the factory is getting heavier. Three or five people are doing the work of one person, but the efficiency is far from keeping up.
Chen Guojun sighed repeatedly and sipped the tea as if it were wine.
Jiang Shiyue could understand Director Chen very well.
When we are eliminated by the times, we are often unaware of it.
In the past, Director Chen's factory mainly provided tooling to various factories. However, now the well-developed factories produce their own tooling, while the less developed factories can't even afford to pay wages, let alone tooling.
These days, the factory is also responsible for solving the housing problem for workers. A large number of people are waiting for housing, but the factory has no funds to build new dormitories to allocate housing.
The collective ownership of state-owned factories is prone to magnifying people's laziness, and sons still inherit their fathers' businesses.
For example, when a worker is about to retire, his son or daughter can take over and continue working in the same position.
My son needed a salary, and my father needed a salary even after retirement. Many workers still needed medical expenses reimbursed. The factory's burden grew heavier, and it gradually became unsustainable, leading to its current situation.
"As for the work clothes I came to sell before, our factory still has 20,000 sets stored in the warehouse." Director Chen looked bitter and raised two fingers towards Jiang Shiyue.
When the performance started to decline, we thought that we couldn’t let the workers sit idle, so we produced the products first and kept them there until they were sold.
As a result, the pressure became greater and greater until the capital chain was broken and production was stopped. Production stopped but the workers still had to make a living, and their factory now couldn't even pay their wages.
"Comrade Xiao Jiang, if you can really bring our factory back to life, you'll be saving my life! You'll also be saving all the workers in our factory."
Jiang Shiyue shook her head. "Director Chen, don't get your hopes up! The situation in your factory is even more serious than I thought. I was just bragging! I..."
Director Chen was a little anxious. "Comrade Xiao Jiang, you're so smart, you have to help me! You were able to escape from Qiao Si'er's hands unscathed and even got a bicycle back from him. You're so smart, there must be a way, right?"
Jiang Shiyue: “???”
Why does Director Chen talk about Mr. Qiao Si as if he were a monster?
She admitted that Mr. Qiao Si occasionally made her feel dangerous, but in these two dealings, Mr. Qiao Si did not make things difficult for her.
Seems pretty easy to talk to.
Jiang Shiyue raised her hand to signal Director Chen not to worry. "I just have an unformed idea. How much I can help your factory depends on how well you can do it."
The waiter brought the food.
Director Chen dipped the tip of his chopsticks in hot water and handed them to Jiang Shiyue, "Comrade Jiang, eat while you talk."
Jiang Shiyue thanked him, placed his chopsticks on the bowl and got down to business. "My suggestion is to clear out the factory's inventory first."
Factory Director Chen, who had been eagerly waiting for Jiang Shiyue's advice, showed obvious disappointment on his face when he heard this. "It's not like we haven't thought about this. We even lowered the price to just break even with no profit. Unfortunately, we still can't sell it."
“Just because it can’t be sold now doesn’t mean it can’t be sold after the modifications.”
"What's the meaning?"
"Redesign all the work clothes in stock. I can help you draw the sketch, but you have to figure out the specific sizes yourself." Jiang Shiyue said.
She is not a design major and cannot draw professional clothing designs, but can barely draw renderings.
Previously, the sizes of bell-bottom pants and suits were measured little by little according to her figure as a model, and the size was determined by Wang Hong.
"Great!" Director Chen's face lit up with joy, but then he thought of something and frowned. "I've seen your clothes. They're not suitable for work! Who would buy them? I can't just sell them all on the black market."
Even if he wanted to, it wouldn't be realistic.
After all, they were a formal factory, and he could cover it up by secretly selling a few pieces of clothing, but that was 20,000 sets!
Jiang Shiyue picked up his chopsticks, took a few bites of food, then put them down and discussed with Director Chen, "How about you take two thousand sets of work uniforms and sell them on the black market first?"
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