The accountant enthusiastically calculated the result for the workers in discussion: "Twenty percent of six thousand four hundred is about one thousand two hundred yuan."
"That's a lot! Four figures! More than two years' salary of mine."
"Yeah, yeah! So commissions are so easy to earn?"
“…”
The accountant flipped his pen over, tapped the table, and reminded everyone, "It's okay to be uneducated, but you've lost common sense, haven't you? All you care about is money? You all get jealous when you hear about commissions. I'm saying that if all 1,000 suits were sold, the total would be 6,400 yuan. But what happened? Only 147 suits were sold, for a total of 944 yuan. 20% is 188 yuan."
The workers were silent. One hundred and eighty-eight wasn't a small sum, but compared to four thousand, it was completely insignificant.
Of course, Qiao Zhen wouldn't ask for a commission, but even if she didn't want one, with 900 yuan to pay 273 workers, each person would only get a little over 3 yuan!
The accountant didn't let them off and continued to calculate: "The most important thing is that the production cost of this batch of work clothes for work cloth is more than 6,400! But after Comrade Jiang Shiyue sold these 1,000 pieces, she still had 16,000 yuan left after she finished the collection. That's equivalent to selling a set of work clothes for 16 yuan.
Let's be honest, have we ever sold our work clothes at this price before?
So don't get jealous when you see others making money. First, consider whether you have the same abilities as them. Don't be like some people in the factory who are too superficial.
If we hadn't stopped Jiang Shiyue from the start, the 2,000 suits would have sold for a total of 40,000 yuan, and Jiang Shiyue's 10% commission would still be 4,000 yuan. But our factory would still have 36,000 yuan left for turnover.
I can't say anything else, but at least it's not like now where we can only pay one month's basic salary as living expenses. Even if we can't make up for all the overdue wages, at least one month's salary will be no problem, right?!"
In fact, the accountant initially had the same idea as everyone else, feeling that Jiang Shiyue was being overpaid. She complained that Director Chen shouldn't have been so generous in giving Jiang Shiyue so much money all at once, as it was Director Chen who had done the math for her first.
Director Chen's original words were, "You're the accountant. I won't tell you anything else. Let's do some calculations."
Accountants only recognize numbers, and she is convinced by Jiang Shiyue's numbers.
After listening to the calculations, the workers all nodded in agreement.
"Yes, that's right. Ultimately, it's Comrade Jiang who's really capable."
"Exactly. She has no connection to our factory, and why would she help us if it's not for the money? I think the more she earns, the better. The more she earns, the more we can earn."
"Alas! This guy should not be a fence-sitter. We always thought about not offending anyone in the past. No matter who wins or loses, we won't suffer any loss. Facts have proved that standing in line is very important." The worker who spoke lightly flicked the two big unity notes he had just received. "If we were not afraid of Engineer Qiao's face and stood on Jiang Shiyue's side, I would have received not 20 yuan but 40 yuan now."
He is an old worker and earns 40 yuan a month.
The other workers nodded.
Liu Yuanyuan was also in the queue and said with a smile, "Uncle Zhang, we should always look forward. There's no point regretting now. However, our factory still has 20,000 sets of work clothes left! Everyone still has a choice."
"Yes, yes, yes! There's still a chance. We'll definitely cooperate with Comrade Xiao Jiang in whatever he wants to do!"
"That's right! If Jiang Shiyue tells us to go east again, we will never go west."
“…”
**
"Did they really say that?" Jiang Shiyue spat out the grape seeds and threw them into the trash can.
Liu Yuanyuan gnawed on a piece of watermelon, "Right! Now the whole factory wants to worship you like a Buddha." She swallowed the watermelon and sighed, "But my master is in a terrible situation. He's already worried and has high blood pressure, and he can't even rest."
"Why?" Jiang Shiyue put down the grapes, picked up a chilled peach and started peeling it.
"After the finance department settled the accounts, everyone thought the factory had lost 20,000 yuan! They put the blame on my master and started chatting in a sarcastic tone downstairs at her house. The upstairs and downstairs weren't soundproof, and my master was so angry he couldn't even get out of bed.
They were supposed to have their travel expenses reimbursed to the provincial capital, but my master, embarrassed by the loss, refused to go to the finance department. Twenty-six of them took a long-distance bus to the provincial capital, and round-trip tickets cost less than a hundred yuan. Our factory hadn't paid salaries for six months, and families were struggling. She paid for it, and her two daughters-in-law were furious. They reportedly gave my master the cold shoulder at home.
Jiang Shiyue didn't say anything.
She didn't sympathize with Qiao Zhen, but she didn't hate her either. At most, they had different stances.
If she were the loser today, her fate would be even worse than Qiao Zhen's.
People are all selfish.
Thinking of this, she immediately lost her appetite. Jiang Shiyue stood up, washed her hands, and sorted out the drawings the three designers had been working on for several days. She handed them to Liu Yuanyuan and said, "Send these drawings to Director Chen's house later and have him start modifying the 20,000 sets of work clothes."
You still have to make money to feel safe.
The design drafts drawn by Liu Yuanyuan, Qin Panpan and Lu Cuilan are not only for jeans, but also for various uniforms.
Jiang Shiyue’s primary target customers are waiters in department stores, waiters in restaurants and guesthouses, bus ticket sellers and other service industries.
The next target customers are major banks, toll booths, etc. The final target customers are staff members of administrative institutions.
Jiang Shiyue didn't have to rack her brains, after all, no one knew better than her what kind of work clothes would be popular in the future.
What she wants to do is to make people born in 1978 accept the aesthetics of the future.
When Liu Yuanyuan heard that there was going to be a big project, she finished her watermelon in a few bites, wiped her hands, picked up the drawings and left. When she opened the door, she exclaimed "Ah" and stopped.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Shiyue followed.
She was slightly taller than Liu Yuanyuan, so her view was not blocked and she could see the scene at the door clearly.
A palm-sized piece of pork hung on the door handle.
There were several canteen meal tickets taped to the door.
There were all kinds of food piled up at the door, including rice, flour, loofah, cucumber, green vegetables and various fresh fruits.
The quantity is not large, but you can tell that they are all thoughtful thoughts.
"Look, the people in our factory aren't so ungrateful. They secretly sent you something to express their gratitude for your kindness. Are you touched?" Liu Yuanyuan said, turning around and seeing Jiang Shiyue frowning. She patted Jiang Shiyue's arm and said earnestly, "Sister Yueyue, you must accept everyone's kindness."
Jiang Shiyue glanced at Liu Yuanyuan and uttered a short "huh." "I accept it? Do I have a pot or a stove? How am I supposed to eat all this food?"
Liu Yuanyuan: “…”
"That's right!" Liu Yuanyuan touched the top of her head. "Do you want to go back?"
"I don't even know who gave it to me, so how can I return it? Besides, you said it was a gift from everyone, so how can I return it?"
"Ah? What are you going to do then?"
Jiang Shiyue smiled at Liu Yuanyuan and said, "You'll know in a moment."
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