Yangyang silently pushed the milk powder that Jiang Shiyue had just prepared for him to her hand.
Jiang Shiyue picked it up and took two sips. After her breathing became smoother, she asked, "What did you just say?"
Did she hear it right?
Yangyang took the initiative to talk to her?
Not only talk to her but also do business with her?
Yangyang didn't repeat herself, and her eyes told Jiang Shiyue that she had heard correctly.
Jiang Shiyue: “…”
"Why? Why do you suddenly want to learn business from me?"
Could it be that this child is precocious and has already realized the importance of money?
Yang Yang said quietly, "It's a bit expensive to support you in your old age."
Jiang Shiyue: “!!!”
I didn't know how to refute it for a moment.
"Give me old age? You're only three years old and I'm only in my early twenties. Who's going to take care of whom?"
"How did I spend money? I did spend a lot today. But these things aren't just mine, right? Look at the milk powder..."
Jiang Shiyue pointed at the cup, then remembered that she was the one who drank the first cup of milk powder, and swallowed her words back.
"Anyway, I bought a little too much today. But it's all for family and public consumption. Besides, I won't use all of this in one day..."
Yang Yang stood up and interrupted Jiang Shiyue's guilty mumbling, "I don't dislike you!"
After saying that, go wash your hands.
Jiang Shiyue: “…”
Jiang Shiyue: “!!!”
Is Yangyang three years old?
Three years old?
Three years old!
Three-year-olds chatting like this?!
Jiang Shiyue was angry for a while, and finally let out a long sigh.
Yangyang is only three years old, but he is a genius autistic child with a photographic memory.
If autism can be cured, Yangyang will be a little genius.
It is normal to have a gap between geniuses and ordinary people.
Jiang Shiyue tore off a piece of chicken and took a vicious bite.
Vent your complex emotions and comfort yourself at the same time.
**
After eating and drinking their fill, Jiang Shiyue and her son went to sleep in a cool bedroom filled with ice.
None of the workers in the factory were as comfortable as Jiang Shiyue and her son.
Especially Qiao Zhen, who knew that Jiang Shiyue and the others were bound to lose and were going to sell the clothes after they were altered, became more and more anxious and angry. Not only did she get blisters on her mouth, but her throat was also so hoarse that she couldn't speak.
But she didn't dare to rest. She took her sure-win group to the provincial capital to sell clothes before dawn, thinking that they would be easier to sell in big cities, and she kept lowering the prices.
In order to win, Qiao Zhen gritted her teeth and lowered the price of work clothes to five yuan per set.
The effect was immediate, and more than 30 sets were sold in less than two hours.
Qiao Zhen and her people were very happy. At this rate, they would definitely win.
As a result, before noon, I received a notice from the factory saying that Jiang Shiyue’s loser group had sold out of clothes and the competition was over.
Qiao Zhen's eyes went dark and she almost fainted on the spot.
When they hurried back to the factory, the workers were already gathered at the door of the finance office, waiting for the accounts to be settled and the results of the competition to be announced.
The results from Jiang Shiyue's side have come out, and they are clear and concise: one thousand sets of work clothes, twenty yuan each, for a total of twenty thousand yuan.
The production statistician knew that everyone was anxious, so he stepped forward immediately to check the results of Qiao Zhen and the others, and then handed it over to the finance department for settlement.
After doing the financial calculations, his face turned black.
The sure-win faction sold a total of 147 sets of clothes in five days, including 11 sets of clothes confiscated by the patrol. The total sales amounted to 944 yuan, or 6.42 yuan per set of clothes.
The person in charge of the finance department is Sister Zhu. Sister Zhu and Qiao Zhen usually have a good relationship. At this moment, she said with a sullen face: "Qiao, your clothing factory is still losing money. Our cost is more than 6.5 yuan."
Qiao Zhen's face looked very ugly, but she couldn't say a word.
Soon the Dragon and Tiger List written in black and red was posted on the factory bulletin board.
The losing team led by Jiang Shiyue won without a doubt.
The workers gathered around the Dragon and Tiger List and discussed it.
It wasn't really a discussion, after all, public opinion was one-sided, praising Jiang Shiyue and blaming Qiao Zhen.
"I told you that our Director Chen is so dedicated to the factory that he wouldn't randomly hire someone to cause trouble for us, but you just wouldn't believe me!"
"Devoting oneself to the company doesn't guarantee one won't make mistakes. Isn't our designer Qiao also devoted to the company? And what happened? He lost money but gained publicity!"
"Yes! Comrade Jiang Shiyue is right. When you get old, you have to admit your age and make room for the young people. You've been jumping up and down to stop them from making revisions, but what's the result? You took over 20 people out for six days and still couldn't sell as much as Comrade Jiang Shiyue did in just one morning!"
"How can it be that we sell less than Jiang Shiyue? His modified work clothes are only 20 yuan a set, but our great designer Qiao is really good, he sells them for 6.4 yuan a set! The factory is already short of money and we are still selling them at a loss! Don't take on such a job if you don't have the skills."
"Yes, a few years ago, Lu Cuilan suggested making some changes in the workwear design, but Designer Qiao scolded Lu Cuilan for it."
“…”
When a wall falls, everyone pushes it.
When Qiao Zhen heard that these colleagues who used to praise her had turned against her, she felt ashamed and angry. She fainted and was sent to the infirmary.
That afternoon, the Finance Department notified everyone to collect their wages.
The workers collected their wages at the entrance of the finance department without even having lunch.
The first worker counted his wages and found only twenty yuan. He frowned and asked the cashier, "Xiao Sun, this money is wrong! Our factory hasn't paid wages in half a year. How can they only pay this little? This is less than a month's salary!"
The cashier sighed, "Brother Liu, we only sold one thousand sets of modified tooling for sixteen thousand yuan, and our factory has two hundred and seventy-three employees. Do you think that's enough to pay all the salaries?"
A worker at the back questioned, "That's not right. A set of work clothes costs 20 yuan. Shouldn't 1,000 sets be 20,000 yuan?"
The accountant looked up, glancing over the top of his glasses at the speaker. "Have you forgotten what the bet was between Mr. Qiao and Comrade Jiang Shiyue? Comrade Jiang Shiyue won 20 percent of the sales."
The workers in line began to talk again.
Most workers have low educational levels and they keep complaining about getting 20 yuan for 100 yuan and 200 yuan for 1,000 yuan.
The accountant shook his head and announced the answer directly, "Don't calculate, give her 4,000 yuan in total for the 20,000 yuan."
"Four thousand? Holy shit! That much?"
"So what if it's more? They're already taking 10%. Two thousand yuan, isn't it just a bet between Mr. Qiao and them?"
"Don't be like pigs beforehand and wise afterward. When Qiao Gong made the bet with Jiang Shiyue, none of you stood up to object."
"Oh! If you knew I could get so much, I'd definitely not agree. She only said 20%. Our suit sells for around 10 yuan, so that's only 2 yuan!"
"One thousand two-dollar bills is still two thousand. That's not a small amount."
"It's at least less than four thousand, right? But then again, that's also because Comrade Jiang Shiyue is so good. She was able to sell twenty-one sets. We should let our designer Qiao take a 20% cut. She sells an average of six dollars and forty-four yuan per set of work clothes, so a thousand sets only works out to six thousand and four hundred. It's only a little more than Comrade Jiang Shiyue's commission."
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